She wrinkled her nose. The air was thick with the stench of blood.,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.,The next moment, the white figure darted swiftly through the herb garden, quickly harvesting the medicinal herbs it needed.。