Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, Ye Hisai twitched her nose, a glimmer of joy appeared in her heart, and she stepped into the haunted house on the east side of Ghost Street.,Meanwhile, clover had silently wound itself around Ye Hixian's black hair behind him. The four leaves trembled constantly, hinting at their excitement.,Ye Huirany found nothing, her brow furrowed as she muttered softly, "Strange, I always feel like someone's following me"。