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Liu Hui Ying turned around on her feet to look at the ghost of the woman who was standing behind her. She did not have to even ask Jia Li whether this woman was the witch she met because the ghost woman was the perfect example of a witch that was found in modern times as well ——she was wearing a black shirt and long skirt with many beads and whatnot, with a talismans necklace around her neck, a crazed sort of look in her eyes and a huge broom like peacock feathers duster which the witches used to beat the people who were possessed.
"It's you!" Jia Li however still raised her hand and pointed at the ghost of the woman whose hair was flying all over the place with her lips coloured black and a seal was drawn on her forehead. " You were the one who told me that I was not from this world." Jia Li turned to look at Liu Hui Ying and then said, " She is the one who said that, she is the ghost of that witch, Hui Ying." She was so excited that her voice was turning high-pitched.