Footsteps grew closer. Ye Hian's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, grabbing a hairpin that lay abandoned on the side.,Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian suddenly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the big man's neck.,Then, Ye Hishui found the tools in the haunted house and skillfully ground the herbs into a potion and drank it.。