Chapter 59 (2/2)

As soon as her voice fell, there was a crash. Someone stood up suddenly and even turned over a stool. But the other person didn’t care, rushed directly to the curtain, and whined, “Auntie, auntie! Is that you?”

Her head was covered with a veil, and even though her face was mostly blocked, the heavy veil was completely wet with tears. She completely ignored it, lifted the veil, and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

It turned out to be Yu Qianfang!

A little Taoist nun guarding the door hurriedly stopped her and sternly said: “The sorceress is doing this method now, miss, you must not go in yet!”

Seeing Yu Qianfang’s impulsive appearance, Yu Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly.

If Yu Qianfang was willing to come forward, this matter would be easier to handle.

The figure on the white cloth seemed to hear Yu Qianfang’s call and turned slowly in her direction. Although the figure’s five senses were not visible, everyone present could feel the figure’s sorrow and clear grief.

At this time, something more terrible happened.

In the depths of the ancestral hall, there was a woman’s low sigh. Although the voice was not high, it was enough for everyone to hear.

There was only one person in the ancestral hall, sorceress Bai, and the voice was obviously not from her, so who was the one who sighed!?

At some point, the bright suns.h.i.+ne had disappeared, the sky turned to dark clouds, and a breeze came from among the trees. In this hot summer, the wind was bone-chilling.

Everyone present was horrified. General Yu couldn’t help it anymore. He stood up suddenly, strode to the ancestral hall, and shouted: “Where are you, evildoers? How dare you make mischief in my house!”

The sigh sounded again, followed by a faint voice: “Master, don’t you recognize me?”

The woman’s voice was erratic: “Three years ago, how deeply did you feel for me? Now you only listen to the new people laugh. When can you listen to the old people cry?”

General Yu was stunned when he heard this quiet and graceful cry.

He hesitantly asked: “Are… are you Lan’er?”

As soon as he spoke, there was already a brittle sound of porcelain behind him.

The teacup in Mu s.h.i.+’s hand could no longer be grasped, and it fell to the ground with a cras.h.!.+

But no one cared about Mu s.h.i.+. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the slender figure on the white cloth.

Could it be that this black shadow turned out to be Concubine Lan who had been dead for a long time?

The voice of the black shadow was close yet far away as if it did not come from this world: “Master, do you remember Lan’er?”

General Yu seemed to have forgotten that he was talking to a ghost, and couldn’t help but quickly say: “How could I forget you? I even brought you a jade pillow from Northern Xinjiang. I heard that it can help you sleep peacefully…”

The figure trembled slightly, seeming to be very moved: “Lan’er thanks you for your kindness, but Lan’er does not have this fortune…”

General Yu looked at the figure on the curtain and sighed, “Since you are gone, go with peace of mind. Why have you refused to leave?”

The figure trembled violently, and the erratic voice suddenly raised its tone, and it sounded a bit sad: “Master, Lan’er is not resigned, Lan’er died wrongly!

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