Looking at the banshee's cold eyes, the horse seller sneered and said:

"Miss, this horse is yours, take it away."

The banshee didn't speak, just turned around coldly, mounted her horse, and left the stable.

The owner of the horse seller watched the back of the banshee leaving,...

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