As the sky gradually cleared, Wei Rulan left the room where she left the song, and the masked man kept guarding the door of the room, for fear that she would escape.

Lige propped up her heavy body, face down, and fell on the bed in a big shape, although her eyelids couldn't be opened, she still couldn't sleep.

Pulling his eyelids, Li Geqiang opened his eyes, the sun had not yet risen, and the outside of the bamboo house was still foggy, shrouding the houses and trees within a radius of hundreds of miles, and everything could not see the color clearly.

Sure enough, love is a woman's biggest weakness, when it comes to the man she loves, Wei Rulan is simply like a river of words, and she unconsciously said a lot of words.

From yesterday's conversation, Lige learned that the person who wanted to take her life was not Wei Rulan, but her beloved man Luo, Wei Rulan brought her to this ghost place in order to please the man.

However, who is this Luo, she never remembers that she has ever had a grudge against such a number one person, why did this person take her life? Could it be my brother's political enemy again?

"Alas! It's going crazy! Lige inserted her finger into her hair, grabbed it in frustration, and after a few clicks, her untidy hair was completely messed up into a chicken nest, and she buried her head in the pillow, and she gasped for breath to calm herself down.

In the dead of night last night, Lige leaned against the window and got into a fight with Wei Rulan, originally she wanted to secretly observe the situation in the vicinity in order to plan an escape route, but as far as her eyes could see, it was only a gray forest.

She didn't dare to set foot in the woods, never did. Just when she was about to despair, a night wind blew, mixed with a smell, very faint, if it was someone else, she would not have been able to smell it, but she was born with a keen sense of smell, and in just one moment, she caught that smell.

It is the smell of the dye.

Lige turned over and stretched out her hand, listing the clues she had so far had about the escape. First of all, she glanced around a few times last night, but she couldn't see the lights of Jialing City, which means that there is some distance between the city in this place, which is not good news for her.

Moreover, there is a smell of dye nearby, which means that there is a dyeing room nearby, the smell of dye is very strong, the area of the dyeing room must have a certain scale, there must be workers in the dyeing room, and where there are people, it is much easier for her to mix out.

Finally, the time has come. After Wei Rulan got out of her room, she rode out of the bamboo house in a hurry, and now, there were probably only two left, her and the masked man.

After yesterday's observation, she found that although the masked man was a little strange, he was not aggressive, and his body was a little weak, and if she wanted to deal with him, she should be able to do it.

But he couldn't be impulsive, if the masked man was really so vulnerable, Wei Rulan wouldn't have sent him to guard it.

So, it's better to think long-term.

Lige's eyes, which were originally narrowed into a slit, suddenly turned into copper bells, and her round eyes turned from side to side, turning out all the escape tricks she saw in the book, maybe it would be useful.

There was a sound of footsteps entering the room, and the masked man was again.

When Lige got up, he saw a tray brought by the masked man, and the food on it seemed to be yesterday's clear soup noodles.

Squinting his eyes, he looked the masked man up and down at the song.

He changed his clothes, if he didn't look closely, he really couldn't see it, he was also black, and his hands, feet and neck were tightly encircled, like the lonely ghost she had seen in the book, and what was even worse was that the breath of the masked man was also similar.

What if his clothes are soaked?

He couldn't have exposed a little bit of flesh to her, maybe he had a lot of secrets on him, so he was in a hurry to hide, if his clothes were wet and dirty, he would definitely have to hide and change them, and would he still have time to spy on her then?

Hee-hee, Miss Ben is really a strange woman who combines beauty and wisdom.

"Is the little brother cooking again today?" Lige was unceremoniously, like a friend who had known each other for a long time, and as soon as he got out of bed, he approached the masked man, picked up the bowl of clear soup noodles on his tray, and asked happily.

Gu Nan Mu Ne nodded, giving her an affirmative answer.

"No wonder the noodles under the little brother are so delicious, it turns out that practice makes perfect." Lige held the bowl, bent his eyes, and praised the masked man without reservation.

The masked man tapped the bowl in her hand and made a gesture toward her eating.

Lige tore off the corners of his mouth, didn't smile at his skin, and hurriedly responded: "Eat, eat, eat, eat immediately."

In this way, Lige took a shallow bite of the soup under the gaze of the masked man, smashed his mouth, swallowed it, then tasted a big bite, smashed his mouth again, and swallowed it again.

Lige smiled dryly and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious." Compared with yesterday's salted water soup, today's boiled water soup is indeed much better.

The masked man, who had been praised, grabbed his clothes a little uncomfortably, lowered his head, and did not stare at Lige.

Seeing this, Lige thought to himself, the opportunity has come.

She raised her head, poured a big mouthful of soup, as if she was suddenly choked by a noodle, coughed suddenly, and a large mouthful of soup was sprayed on the mask man's face, and the noodles in the bowl shook violently because of her body, and one accidentally spilled on the mask man's black clothes, and a few noodles and green onions were still hanging crookedly on them, and the clothes and the ground were in a mess.

The masked man was stunned.

Lige coughed for a long time holding her chest, and her snot and tears were about to cough out. As soon as she saw the embarrassed appearance of the masked man, she immediately got up in a hurry, and pounced on him to clean up his clothes: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, cough cough, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, little brother, you quickly take off your clothes, I'll help you clean up, okay?"

After saying that, Lige was about to rip off the mask man's clothes, but before his hand touched him, he avoided him.

The masked man lowered his head, quickly slapped the noodles and green onions hanging on his clothes, and then squatted down, trying to carefully clean up the broken bowls on the ground, but was stopped by Lige.

"I'll come, I'll come, I broke the bowl, I should clean it up." Lige squatted down, lowered his head, and picked up the broken bowls, while blaming himself: "Look at me, I'm really stupid, I can't even hold a bowl, not only wasting a piece of my little brother's heart, but also staining my little brother's clothes, I should be punished for not being able to eat dinner, do you think I should be?"

Lige handed the tray to the masked man, and said indignantly, feeling as if he was really guilty.

After looking at her for a long time, the masked man took the tray, and when he turned around, as if he suddenly thought of something, he put down the things in his hand, went around to the desk in the corner, picked up the pen, and danced on the paved paper.

Soon, the pen stopped, and the masked man really walked away without looking back, but he didn't even lock the door.

Aren't you afraid that I will run away?

Lige tiptoed to the door to take a look, turned his head, and saw the pen and ink left by the masked man.

Driven by curiosity, Lige wanted to look at the contents of the paper before escaping.

Going around to the table, Lige's eyes lit up, but he didn't read the content of the paper clearly, and he was amazed by the masked man's words.

A man actually wrote an extremely beautiful hairpin flower Xiaokai, beautiful but not algae, flashy but not beautiful, rigid and soft, ethereal, it can be seen that the owner of this handwriting has worked hard for a long time. It is said that the words are like his people, and the words of the masked man are simply 108,000 miles different from his person, and this word, no matter how you look at it, looks like it was written by a woman.

Could it be that the masked man is actually a daughter? But why dress up as a man, isn't it more convenient and natural for women to get along with women? Moreover, since she wanted to hide her identity, why did she deliberately leave a handwriting in front of her at this moment to reveal her identity.

Lige sighed again and again, with thousands of thoughts in his heart, and couldn't think of a reason, so he focused on the content of the message.

Listen to my advice, don't run around, it's dangerous outside, please burn the message paper after reading.

Remember, don't run around!