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"What?"

The ghost lady widened her eyes. Fear rose in her.

Ding Yi Yuan's fingernails grew like madmen, and traces of black blood appeared on her pretty face. Her eyes were white, and countless grudges started to radiate from her body, as if she was enveloped by a gray fog.

In my eyes, this resentment may only be a grey fog, but in the eyes of the female ghost, it is a tremendous power