Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hisshen. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,Another burly man standing by with a torch gaped in disbelief at the scene before him, his eyes bulging out like dead fish from shock.,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.。