At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, accompanied by the indistinct murmur of voices.,A chill flashed across Ye Feiran's eyes, her mind racing through memories.,Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by. Yè Hí Rǎn twitched her nose, a hint of joy appearing in her heart. She took a step and entered the ghost house on the east side of Ghost Street.。