A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Hishen's eyes, and his mind raced through his memories.,After finishing his words, one of them grinned wickedly and reached out to tear open Ye Hishui's clothes.,Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, Ye Hirai's nose twitched, a hint of joy appeared in her heart, and she stepped into the ghost house on the east side of Ghost Street.。