Lin Yu made his own little calculations.

As long as the evening mirror is safe, what is the reputation? If this vain thing is not affected, it will be fine, if it is affected, the big deal is the result that no one dares to marry.

No one dares to marry Wanjing. Wouldn't that be great?

So Lin Yu suddenly agreed. It's just that you can't say this to the evening mirror.

Of course, Wanjing didn't know that Lin Yu had this kind of idea, although she didn't quite understand why Lin Yu suddenly relented, and only thought that he was worried about Li Tan and wanted to solve this matter as soon as possible, so she didn't ask much.

After making an appointment with Fang Dexing to meet at the dyeing workshop, Lin Yu went back to the villa to pick up Li Tan, she found a small restaurant, had a leisurely dinner, and looked at the end of the shift, and then walked slowly to Zhiyunxiang's dyeing workshop.

At this time, Fang Dexing was also on the way to the dyeing workshop, with indescribable excitement and a little apprehension.

When Wanjing asked him to go to the dyeing workshop, he hesitated for a moment, but it was only a fleeting thought. This hesitation stemmed from rumors that the dye shop was haunted the night before.

But Fang Dexing is the kind of person who does not cultivate virtue, and naturally he is not jealous of ghosts and gods. What's more, he felt that he was strong in blood, even if there was really a ghost, what could he do? That Zuo Qingliu was hanged by himself, what does it have to do with him.

When I arrived at the dyeing workshop, it was already dark, and I saw Fang Dexing standing next to the carriage from a distance, looking at it with a wind lamp. And the evening mirror has no lantern, because she is not afraid of the dark.

Ninety-nine years were so long that the ghost habit still lingered in her. Wanjing has never drunk Meng Po soup, what can't be forgotten, except that she used to be a person, and she can't forget that she used to be a ghost.

When Fang Dexing watched the evening mirror suddenly appear in his field of vision from the darkness, he was slightly startled, and an indescribable strangeness surged in his heart.

"Miss Sue." Fang Dexing greeted politely.

"Let Fang Gongzi wait for a long time."

"Where." Fang Dexing smiled gently, "Here, the girl is a guest, and it is appropriate to be inferior." Besides, I feel that I am quite close to the girl, and I have already been a confidant in my selfish heart, and the girl must not be polite to me. Fang Dexing felt that he was quite decent, modest and polite without looking pedantic. Women, it's not good for them Meng Lang, and it's not okay to be too regular, he still has a sense of proportion.

Wanjing secretly sneered in her heart, but said, "Young Master Fang is really good at talking. ”

Fang Dexing took a step forward without a trace, and handed the wind lantern in front of the evening mirror, "It's dark at night, the girl pays attention to her steps." ”

The evening mirror looked around, and could sense that Zuo Qingliu's soul was still in the dye workshop, so he settled down and followed Fang Dexing to the courtyard. As he walked, he inadvertently asked, "Why isn't there a caretaker in this dye shop?" ”

Fang Dexing hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just a small workshop under the name of Zhiyunxiang, it's nothing important. ”

"Really? How did I hear that this dye shop is haunted, don't anyone dare to guard it? ”

Fang Dexing's heart jumped, and the strange feeling just now surfaced again, and he couldn't help but be a little suspicious, and said tentatively: "The girl shouldn't believe in ghosts and gods, right?" If not, why would you have asked me to come here? ”

Wanjing smiled and didn't answer, only stopped when he saw that the cloth drying field had arrived, turned his head to look at Fang Dexing, and said faintly: "How does Fang Gongzi know that I don't believe in ghosts and gods?" How do you know that I have asked you to come here? ”

Fang Dexing paused for a moment, and suddenly felt hairy in his heart. He raised the wind lamp a little higher to shine on his face in the evening mirror, and his delicate and beautiful face was no different from that of day, but his eyes revealed a suffocating calmness.

Wanjing knew that Zuo Qingliu had already arrived behind her, so she smiled weirdly, "Young Master Fang, do you recognize Zuo Qingliu?" ”

Fang Dexingden felt that the roots of his hair were exploding, and he took a few steps back and shouted, "What the hell are you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the silk cloth behind the evening mirror suddenly rise, and then, there was a piercing pain in his neck.