Chapter 20 Mrs. Huo
“But the painting is still here.”
Yu Niang looked at the painting of the lady in embarrassment, implying that if it was not in the painting, how could she collect her soul?
"That's something you should consider."
Huo Qinghuang looked indifferent and was not moved by it.
A mere mustard seed space is better than nothing. What she values is this thousand-year-old female ghost. But if it can't even do this, what's the point?
Seeing that the new master showed no sign of compromise, Yu Niang gritted her teeth, put the round fan on her head, and her body turned into a wisp of white smoke, rushing out of the room in the blink of an eye.
Huo Lingchuan widened his eyes and looked at the blazing sun outside. It took him a while to find his voice again: "Damn it! It's so sunny outside, isn't this female ghost afraid?"
"The thousand-year-old female ghost is not just talk."
Huo Qinghuang said calmly.
At this time, Huo Yuheng also came back to his senses from the series of shocks, and couldn't help feeling a little worried when he heard this.
"Qing Huang, since this female ghost is so powerful, will it have a bad impact if we let her go?"
Although he didn't know where his daughter learned such amazing skills, Huo Yuheng never doubted her origins.
After all, when my daughter was born, she had some strange signs that scared everyone present. This was enough to prove that she was extraordinary.
But that female ghost is too scary. If she goes out and harms others, will it have an impact on my daughter?
"With this painting here, she dare not act recklessly."
Huo Qinghuang smiled faintly and explained casually.
This painting of a lady not only contains the mustard seed space, but is also a magical tool to imprison Yu Niang. Her soul is imprinted in it. If the painting is destroyed, Yu Niang's soul will be scattered and she will completely disappear from the world.
"That's good."
Huo Yuheng didn't understand this, but since his daughter said so, he was relieved and put at ease.
But soon, he reacted: "What about your mother? Where is she?"
"Yes, now that the female ghost is gone, is my mother's soul still in her hands?"
Huo Lingchuan was also extremely anxious. He rushed up and grabbed Huo Qinghuang's arm, asking anxiously.
But now he has learned his lesson and dares not question Huo Qinghuang anymore. He can only place his hopes on her.
"Take a closer look at this painting."
Huo Qinghuang did not explain, but pointed at the painting of the ladies and motioned for the two to look at it.
Hearing this, the two men hurriedly moved closer to observe, but soon their bodies froze in astonishment.
"mom!"
Huo Lingchuan screamed, pointed at a certain part of the lady's painting, turned to Huo Yuheng and asked in a trembling voice: "Dad, then, is that my mother?"
"Yeah, isn't it?"
Huo Yuheng was also dumbfounded at this time. He turned to look at his daughter and asked uncertainly.
Huo Qinghuang looked at the picture of the lady indifferently.
In the painting, among the branches and leaves somewhere, there were several maids holding round fans in their hands, seemingly playing with their heads down.
Behind these maids, there was a woman who leaned half of her body out, her face vaguely visible, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
If you look closely, the face is exactly the same as Mrs. Huo lying on the bed.
However, those eyes were filled with confusion and panic, as if they were troubled by something and were looking around anxiously.
Seeing this scene, Huo Qinghuang suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart for some reason.
It was as if Mrs. Huo was her real mother, which made her feel uncontrollable anger.
how so?
She lowered her eyes in thought, and an idea popped up in her mind again.
"Woo woo, it's really my mom!"
Huo Lingchuan's eyes were filled with ecstasy and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he was sure that it was his mother, he couldn't help but hugged Huo Qinghuang and burst into tears.
Huo Qinghuang's body stiffened, and he was a little confused for a moment.
In her past and present lives, no one has ever dared to get so close to her, and her body was covered with tears and snot. Does this guy want to die?
Just as she raised her hand to push the person away, Huo Lingchuan also reacted, abruptly retracted his hand, and wiped his face in embarrassment.
He was so excited just now that he forgot who the other person was for a moment.
Huo Qinghuang stared at her shoulder without saying anything.
Huo Yuheng understood her thoughts. He kicked his son and shouted, "Go get a clean towel and wipe your sister's clothes!"
"Oh, good, good."
Huo Lingchuan nodded hurriedly and ran into the bathroom.
Soon, he came back with a hot towel and handed it to Huo Qinghuang like a treasure: "Come, Fifth Brother will wipe it clean for you."
As he said that, he put the towel on Huo Qinghuang's shoulders and rubbed them hard a few times.
The veins on Huo Qinghuang's forehead throbbed and he wanted to kick the man out.
"Qing Huang, don't blame him. He is a stubborn person. Don't mind it."
Huo Yuheng's eyes twitched when he saw this, and he hurriedly tried to smooth things over, wanting to say something good on his son's behalf in front of his daughter.
"Dad, how can you say that to me? Why am I so stubborn?"
Huo Lingchuan immediately became unhappy and puffed his cheeks in protest.
“Get lost!”
Huo Qinghuang finally couldn't stand it anymore, pushed him away, and walked a few steps to the painting of the lady.
Seeing that she seemed to be about to take action, Huo Lingchuan didn't dare to make trouble anymore. He stood aside nervously, holding the towel.
Huo Yuheng also widened his eyes. The father and son held their breath, staring at Huo Qinghuang with nervousness and anticipation on their faces.
She just stretched out a white finger and lightly touched the picture of the lady.
The next moment, ripples appeared on the surface of the scroll, and an illusory figure slowly appeared. It was the soul of Mrs. Huo.
"Mom! Mom, you're still alive. It's great."
Seeing this, Huo Lingchuan immediately rushed over and wanted to hug Mrs. Huo.
However, he stumbled and missed.
"Qing Huang, Qing Huang, is it really you? Woo woo..."
Mrs. Huo's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at Huo Qinghuang intently, as if she could never see enough.
She has been trapped in the Painting of Ladies for eighteen years. She can actually sense the outside world, but she has never been able to escape. I don’t know how terrified she is.
The only thing that kept her going was her deep concern for her little daughter.
Now, with her long-awaited daughter right in front of her, how could Mrs. Huo not be excited?
“Yes, it’s me.”
Huo Qinghuang took a deep breath and calmed down her emotions.
She found that she felt sad when she saw Mrs. Huo's tears.
Not normal, this is definitely not normal!
In short, there must be a reason why she came to this world and was related to the Huo family.
But the most urgent task at the moment is to guide Mrs. Huo's soul back to its place. Other things can be left for later study.
"Jingwan! Jingwan, look at me..."
Huo Yuheng was already crying uncontrollably. His wife had been sleeping for eighteen years, and this was the first time he had seen her look so alive.
At this moment, he actually felt that even if it was a soul, it was better than his wife lying unconscious on the bed.
However, Mrs. Huo didn't even look at him, her eyes only stayed on Huo Qinghuang.
"Mom, I'm Xiaochuan! Don't just look at my sister, look at me instead!"
At this time, Huo Lingchuan rushed over again, stood in front of Mrs. Huo's soul, and shouted unwillingly.
He was just too sad.
Before Mrs. Huo fell into a coma, he was only three or four years old. Because he was the youngest son, his mother loved him the most.
But now, his mother only has his sister in her eyes and heart, and there is no place for him at all!
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