Suddenly, Ran'er's voice sounded again, he was calling his mother.

He was calling her.

An Qingran responded immediately, but Ran'er seemed not to hear her and continued shouting.

Yes, I am dreaming. No matter how hard I try, I am still in a dream.

Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice: "You vicious woman, return my child's life to me..."

She looked back, and there was nothing.

Of course, some of them were covered by thick fog.

"Who are you?" An Qingran asked back.

"Can't you recognize my voice? Who am I? Ask your own heart." The woman's voice was intermittent. An Qingran simply did not move and thought carefully.

Indeed, the woman's voice was very familiar, but it didn't seem real because it was transmitted through the fog.

"You, your life is so perfect, why would you think of me? It's normal that you can't remember the evil things you have done." The woman laughed coldly, as if the cold wind was scraping people's bones.

An Qingran shuddered and said loudly: "I have a clear conscience for everything I have done, so let you slander me like this!"

"You have a clear conscience? Have you never thought about how cruel your methods are? You didn't even spare a child. What's the difference between you and the devil? My poor son was ruined in your hands, and you didn't save me..."

"An Yanran?" An Qingran finally recognized her voice and couldn't help but sneer, "How dare you call me a demon? Everything you did was aimed at my life. Moreover, I tell you, you had a difficult birth, not because I didn't save you, but because it was your fate. I have done my best for you and your son. Your son is born weak, it has nothing to do with me!"

"What does it have to do with you? Have you ever thought that if you had done a little more, my son would not have died?"

'I'm just a doctor, not a god. I can save people, but I can't save lives. Besides, do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think I'll feel guilty if you say black is white? Let me tell you, I've never felt guilty about anything I've done to you, because you deserve it!' An Qingran smiled coldly, "I'm not afraid of you if you're alive, and I'm even less afraid of you if you're dead! Just use whatever skills you have!"

A feeling of resentment made An Qingran extremely brave, and his heart seemed to be filled with heroism.

Because she remembered her previous life: "How dare you say that I'm sorry for your son? I couldn't save him, but I tried my best to save him. What you want is the life of us mother and son!"

"What a joke! I don't understand what you're saying!" An Yanran's voice sounded again, as vicious as ever. "Listen, An Qingran, if I'm in this world, you shouldn't exist. I wish you would die a thousand times or ten thousand times!"

"So you created this fog?" An Qingran seemed to understand something.

"What fog? An Qingran, give me your life..." As the voice sounded, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the thick fog and rushed towards her neck with bared fangs and claws.

An Qingran's kung fu was still there, and she dodged by turning around. The black shadow disappeared into the fog, and there was silence all around. In that suffocating silence, time passed little by little. An Qingran knew that she must still be there, she was waiting for her, ready to give her a fatal blow.

Suddenly, there was movement behind her. An Qingran rolled on the ground and avoided a ghost hand. Before she could get up, something grabbed her feet and someone held her waist. She could not move at all.

Then An Yanran's voice sounded again: "Woman, you should have died long ago. I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood..."

As she spoke, her face emerged from the thick fog. It was a face that had not changed much. An Yanran was the same as she remembered, only her face was paler and her lips were frighteningly red. She sneered at An Qingran and said, "You have come to this day too. I have been waiting for you. I want to avenge our hatred myself..."

As he spoke, a ghost face suddenly came closer, and An Qingran's neck was pinched by a huge force. The chill on her neck penetrated through her pores and went deep into her heart. She knew that she would have a hard time surviving today. This was not a dream, she was being blocked by a ghost!

She used to respect these ghosts and gods but did not believe in them, but now she unexpectedly encountered them.

Ran'er's laughter was nearby, but she didn't dare to shout, for fear that An Yanran would discover Ran'er and she would never see Ran'er again.

"Even if I die, I won't be afraid of you. Let's continue fighting!" An Qingran squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

The hand on her neck was getting harder and harder. An Qingran had almost given up hope. At this moment, she heard a Buddhist sound, as if it came from the sky...

She suddenly opened her eyes. Dongfang Ran was still there chasing butterflies, and the little palace maids were still swinging their fly swatters. They were just startled by her sudden waking up. They stared at her blankly and called her "Queen".

The warmth of the afternoon sun still leaked through the gaps in the camphor tree leaves, dazzling her. She stroked her neck, feeling the pain: "Look, what's wrong with me here?"

she asked the maid.

The palace maids looked over, shook their heads, and said there was nothing wrong, and wanted to call a royal physician for her.

She calmed herself down and refused.

It was just a nightmare, but this nightmare was too real for her to tell the difference for a moment!

She stood up, looked at Dongfang Ran, and thought about An Yanran's words in her dream. She felt sad. In fact, it was not that she didn't want to save her son, but that she was powerless. However, when she questioned herself carefully, had she really tried her best?

She didn't.

She didn't put as much effort into saving Queen Yun and Emperor Yun Qi.

And when An Yanran died, she really felt a little happy in her heart, although she also felt a little uncomfortable, because she was dead after all.

So many years.

She met her again in this way, and she felt that all the memories of those years flooded into her mind, her various calculations against herself, her various responses to her, everything, like a tide, made her heart suffocate, her stomach tightened, and a little painful.

She sat down slowly: "Go, find the imperial physician."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the palace maids went to look for the imperial physician or the emperor. An Qingran just lay on the rattan chair, breathing quietly, again and again, to calm herself down.

When Dongfang Jin came, there was worry on his face. When he saw a group of imperial doctors surrounding An Qingran, he staggered and almost stopped. Fortunately, An Qingran saw him and smiled at him in the crowd.

I asked the imperial physician, and he said there was no problem at all, and even said that An Qingran was in good health.

Dongfang Jin started to get angry with the doctors again, thinking that these people were simply useless. Just as she was about to cry, she was stopped by An Qingran. She was just a little panicked. In fact, she couldn't find out what was wrong with her body, she just felt that something was wrong.

Dongfang Jin approached and asked all kinds of questions, but An Qingran did not tell him about the nightmare. Firstly, it was a dream, and secondly, it was because of past grudges, which she couldn't explain clearly at the moment. If she talked about it, it would inevitably remind her of the previous unpleasantness, which she didn't want to recall.

Dongfang Ran was frightened and stood there in silence, just looking at his mother. He didn't step forward until she smiled. He asked weakly, "Mom, are you sick?"

An Qingran hugged him and said, "Mom is not sick. She is just a little tired. You have to be good."

Dongfang Ran nodded, with fear in his eyes. He probably felt that his mother's condition was caused by his own mischief.

So I was extremely nervous.

However, after that day passed, he seemed to have forgotten about this matter the next day, and continued to run and shout happily, because he really found that his mother was very healthy and was not really sick.

After An Qingran had the nightmare, she was nervous for two days, but after half a month, she didn’t have nightmares again, so she didn’t take it as a big deal.

People say that pregnant women will have dreams about their pregnancies. Maybe this is just an ordinary dream.

But she didn't expect that on this day, when she opened her eyes and couldn't sleep, she felt a thick fog all around her. The fog was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and made her very nervous. Seeing that the furnishings in front of and behind her were all submerged in her dream, she immediately stood up and groped her way out. She couldn't find the table at the location she remembered, and it seemed that all the objects were swallowed up by the fog. She was the only one left in the world. Last time, because she knew it was a dream, she was not too scared. This time, she was clearly not sleeping. She was holding the embroidery thread in her hand, and was about to embroider another double dragon fighting for a pearl for the baby. The touch of the golden thread made her even more panicked.

Could it be that An Yanran has really become a spirit?

Isn't she a ghost?

At least as for the belief in ghosts and gods, she has always respected them but not really believed in them.

This time, she said, "An Yanran, I know it's you, come out and see me!"

Thinking of the baby in her belly, she told herself that she must not be weak and must stay strong. She could not die, even if she came to take her life.

She clenched the silk thread in her hand, as if it was her lifeline, her last weapon.

With one step deep and one step shallow, she stepped over the non-existent threshold and still did not encounter any obstacles. This time, she was calmer than last time. She took a few steps and found that she seemed to have arrived in another space, completely different from reality, so she stopped moving forward.

Standing there quietly and alertly.

This time was different from last time, she didn't hear any sounds from the real world.

It felt like I was really locked in a secret room.

A world you can never leave?

She was a little panicked.

If Dongfang Jin finds out that he is lost, he will definitely try his best to look for me. Will he find me?

His original ability to understand is simply incapable of explaining the current situation. Could he have thought of this?

For this, An Qingran felt a little regretful. If she had told him about the nightmare at that time, he might have thought about it in this regard.

Suddenly, a laugh rang out. To be honest, the laugh was quite pleasant, clear and pleasant to the ear. If she had heard it in the valley, she would have sighed and said how wonderful the sound was. But in this thick fog, the sound was like a death warrant, and it was so cold that it chilled people to the bone.