Emerging from the dilapidated temple, Ye Feidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick scan of her memory confirmed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,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.,By moonlight, you could see that the haunted house was a herb garden, planted with all sorts of medicinal herbs.。