She gritted her teeth, bearing down on the excruciating pain that wracked her body, reaching a hand to press against her pulse.,Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. A quick search of her memory revealed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, no taller than her thumb, was bouncing along after her silently.。