She wrinkled her nose. The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.,Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. A quick search through her memories revealed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Finally, she brushed off some grass clippings from her robe and glanced around with a polite expression. "Thank you!"。