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"Who said that there would be no ghosts in broad daylight?" A desolate female voice came from the mud jar beside him.

Qin Ziheng was so scared that he almost fell off his horse.

With a frightened expression, Qin Ziheng looked at the mud jar and stuttered, "You, you, who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" The bleak voice spoke again.

Yan Qingyi berated, "Don't play tricks on me