Ye Hirai heard the conversation between the two and slightly frowned.,"Tsk tsk tsk, though this piece of trash is covered in blood, he's still pretty as a flower. Hehe, little beauty, let big brother take good care of you!",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.。