She called two or three times, but there was no response. Instead, a gust of wind blew by, and she felt even colder. She got down from the bed and walked to the window. She was stunned: Is it foggy outside?

Why is it so hazy?

She frowned and took a closer look, but there was another gust of wind, bringing with it thick moisture. This is not the seaside, why is there so much moisture?

Just as she was thinking about it, suddenly there was a faint sound of a flute. After only a few brief notes, Mrs. An's face turned pale. This was the song that the dead ghost liked. For so many years, she absolutely did not allow this song to appear in the general's mansion. And now, who was playing it?

At this moment, something even more strange happened to her. In the dark night, several palace lanterns suddenly appeared from afar. The lanterns floated in the air and finally landed slowly in the yard. Her breathing became rapid: What's going on? The lanterns were still floating in the air, as if someone was holding them, but she opened her eyes wide and didn't see anyone.

"Someone...someone come." Her voice trembled.

No one answered her.

Only a humming sound could be heard in the yard, like a wolf howling, or even crying.

When Mrs. An thought of the word "ghost", she felt that tonight was really strange. Why was the fog in the yard getting thicker and thicker? Was she dreaming?

She pinched her hand and felt a clear pain, and then she heard the flute sound again.

The old lady was furious: "Who, who is playing tricks there..."

The only answers she got were faint sobs in the air, increasingly thick fog, and the lanterns that were still swaying, as if drunk people were dancing in front of her. Even though the old lady had experienced so many years and many storms, this was the first time she had seen such a scene. She felt her hair roots itching and standing up one by one...

"Someone come..." The old lady's voice became louder, but still no one came.

The old lady wanted to close the window, but it wouldn't close no matter what she did. She pushed it upwards angrily, but the window made a bang and then fell down, almost hitting her foot.

She jumped up, and because of her fear she became angry, and because of her anger her fear was overwhelmed, and she opened the door and walked out...

The temperature in the yard was obviously colder than in the house.

After the old lady went out, the lamp stopped shaking and flew up and hung on the treetop.

She looked around: "Who is doing this? Even if you try to scare an old woman like me, you can't!"

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The gate opened and a thicker fog poured in.

The old lady took two steps back. There seemed to be a dark shadow in the vague mist. She felt her hands and feet begin to tremble uncontrollably, and her heart began to twitch as well.

"Who are you?" The old lady's voice was very loud, revealing her weakness.

The door opened wider and wider, and a figure really appeared vaguely in the fog.

The old lady did not speak at this moment, her eyes only watched the figure until she walked out. The fog was still very thick. The old lady carefully distinguished it, but she could not see it clearly for a long time. She just felt that the figure was extremely graceful. The vague blue dress was very familiar, and the hair was tied up like flying. This hairstyle surprised her heart. In her memory, there was a person who liked this hairstyle, but that was more than 40 years ago...

She took two steps back: "You... who are you?"

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you unhappy to see your sister?" The voice was indescribably sharp and cold, sounding gentle, yet threatening. The old lady screamed.

"It's you, damn it!"

"Yeah..." The voice came closer.

"What did you come to see? After so many years, haven't you been reincarnated long ago?" The old lady said viciously, "I haven't treated you badly, you..."

The figure stopped in the thick fog and did not continue to move out, but the sound of the flute started again. The sound kept drilling into the old lady's ears, and seemed to drill into her head and devour her. She did not admit that she was afraid, she just stared at the figure and sneered.

"Sister..." The voice was sobbing. Suddenly, the stopped palace lantern flew up again and kept spinning. The old lady kept backing away. She wanted to go back to the house, but the door behind her slammed shut, cutting off her way back. The old lady was shocked and panicked and shouted loudly, "It's you, you damned ghost. You're dead, but you're still making trouble. I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, so what can you do to me now that you're alive?"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a gust of cold wind that threw her a meter away. She almost fell to the ground. She stood up by holding on to the wall: "What are you doing? Want to kill me? Come on... You evil ghost, you even dare to enter the general's mansion!"

"General's Mansion? Why don't you dare to go in? Wherever my sister is, I can be there..."

"Bah, you're dreaming. You're still thinking about being a concubine? By the way, the general is dead. Why don't you go find him? Why are you looking for me here? You can be whatever wife you want to be now. I don't care. You don't have to come here to scare me..." The old lady was so frightened that she became hateful. She couldn't retreat anymore, so she took a step forward. "You want to take my life? Come on. I'm living a boring life..."

She was depressed by what had happened recently, and she was ready to die.

The blue-clad figure in the fog did not move, but wind swirled around the old lady, and a cloud of mist blinded her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw the figure in the mist change drastically, with hair flying up and a ferocious face: "Give me back my child...Give me back my child..."

The sound was like a night goblin or mountain ghost, directly scraping people's bones...

The old lady's arrogant demeanor suddenly faded. The voice in the mist continued to ring, lingering. The old lady covered her ears, but the voice still came clearly. She didn't know if she was dreaming. She hoped it was a dream so she could wake up soon.

Finally, she couldn't bear the pressure anymore and shouted, "Shut up! Woman, you won't let me rest in peace after death. Do you think I am willing to raise your son? Your son got the general's mansion that should have belonged to my son, and you are still not satisfied? What do you want? If you want my life, take it away. If you want your son, your son An Zhongtao is right in front of you. Go find him and take his life. Don't you and your son want to be together?"

"You..." The figure in the fog continued with anger in his voice.

The old lady gritted her teeth and said, "After all these years, do you think I am willing to see your son? Do you think I am willing to face that face? You, woman, you occupied the old general and wanted to be his concubine. You are a concubine and you want to be his concubine. You don't know what is good for you, and you still blame others? You are dead, but you still want to come back. Do you think I am afraid of you? I am not afraid of you. What can you do to me? You are just a dead ghost..."

The old lady spoke faster and faster, gesticulating and threateningly, almost more like a ghost than the figure in the mist.

At this moment, the palace lanterns stopped rotating, and the fog slowly dissipated, and a tall figure walked out of the fog.

The old lady stared at the fog and finally stopped in surprise, staring wide-eyed to see clearly: "Is it the old general?"

She asked tremblingly.

A figure walked in front of her, it was An Zhongtao.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she saw the blue dress on An Qingran after the fog dissipated. Yes, this An Qingran dressed like this actually looked 80% like Madam Lan. Damn it, no wonder her heart was churning when she saw her. She hated her, from the bottom of her heart. Only now did she realize that she was really old.

An Zhongtao's face turned pale as he looked at the woman in front of him. He had always treated her as his mother and thought that she was just too strict with him for his own good. However, he had never expected that she was not his mother at all.

Yesterday, when An Qingran found him, he still didn't believe it. However, after reading the testimonies, he came to an idea, not for anything else, just for the truth.

"So you are not my mother." An Zhongtao wanted to say something else, but after thinking it over, the first thing he said was this.

"You designed it?" Old Mrs. An asked with a raised eyebrow and a cold face.

"So you are not my mother!" An Zhongtao repeated coldly.

Old Mrs. An laughed: "Zhongtao, what are you talking about? I thought I saw a ghost just now. How can you believe what I said to a ghost? I was lying to the ghost, how could it be true?"

An Qingran gritted her teeth when she heard this behind her. Everyone had heard what the old lady had just said, and she was still trying to argue back. It was truly despicable that she still recognized such a person as her grandmother. She didn't know the reason in her previous life, but she finally got the result in this life, but it was so tragic.

It's so hateful.

An Qingran didn't say anything, but listened to what her father said.

"Really? Then what about what you said about me occupying your son's general's mansion? Your son, you should be referring to Zhongyuan." An Zhongtao's voice was very cold, and he pressed on step by step.

The panic on the old lady's face had disappeared, replaced by calmness, and a hint of disdain: "How could that be, did I say that just now? I just thought I saw a ghost, I can't even remember what I said..."

"I can't remember what you said, but you should remember whether I am your son or not, right?" An Zhongtao asked.

"How can you not be? How can you not be my son? I have raised you for so many years, and you still say such things. I have given you the general's mansion, and you have inherited the title of general. I have always been strict with you. You can't think that I am not your biological mother because of this, right?" The old lady began to pretend to be confused.

An Qingran didn't expect her to be so unbearable that she would even deny what she had just said.

Obviously, I don't know her well enough.

An Zhongtao's face turned blue with anger. If he was not there, she would have had more to say.

"Since you say so, I have two old friends here, and I think mother would definitely like to meet them." After An Zhongtao said this, the old lady's face changed several times.

I'm afraid it's impossible to get away with it tonight.

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