"Hello," said a conversation in a tailor's shop on a street corner, "What do you want to buy?" asked a seamstress in her thirties, busy with her needlework.

"Oh no," said a balding middle-aged man, "I'm not here to buy anything, I'm just asking about something!"

The seamstress looked up at him, and the seamstress looked very kind, smiled and said, "Oh, what do you ask?"

"Is there a rice vat for your sake brewing?" asked the balding man.

The kindness on the seamstress's face suddenly disappeared, and she looked at the middle-aged man seriously and calmly, and saw that he was dressed and didn't want to be a master who could know those things, so she asked, "We are a tailor's shop, and what the gentleman asked has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes," the bald man said, "It has nothing to do with our industry, it was Lao Liang who asked me to ask!"

The seamstress looked at him with deeper eyes, put down what she was holding, invited him to sit down behind a table, and said, "Wait a little longer, I'll go get something!"

"Okay, please!" the bald man looked very polite.

The seamstress smiled kindly at him, and then went into the inner room, and at this time the bald man began to look at the room.

Maybe because of the location here, maybe the business is not very good, so the whole shop is not particularly large, its width is only enough for the middle-aged man to stretch out his arms two as wide, even if the table in front of him is placed against the wall, it will make people from the side feel crowded.

It has no obvious windows or signage, only a shadowy LED light above the doorway, with the words 'sewing and patching' written on the front.

The furnishings of the house are the same as those of a regular clothing tailor's shop, such as sewing machines, mannequins, or some necessary props for making clothes.

Although it all seemed very plain and ordinary, I don't know why this middle-aged man looked a little nervous and cramped, could it be because he was here for the first time, or because the owner of the shop was wealthy, or something else.

While the bald man was surveying the room, a dog's head came out of his arms, and the dog was so ugly that one eye was still blind!

The bald man pressed his hand on the dog and said, "Don't come out, I'm not sure if I can find the right owner, if you scare people away, I don't know where to go to restore your body!"

So the dog obediently went back again!

That's right, this person and dog are Ren Zhengfei and Wang Wang!

The seamstress had not been long gone, and had not long since returned, and she had not taken anything out of her hand. She first glanced at the hair wrapped around Ren Zhengfei's ears, and then asked, "What do you call it?"

Ren Zhengfei replied very respectfully: "Little surname Ren!"

"Oh, you're Ren Zhengfei!" the seamstress said Ren Zhengfei's name.

"Yes, it's me!" Ren replied.

The seamstress sat opposite Ren Zhengfei and quipped: "Lao Liang told me just now, I can only be sure when I see the baby on your ear!"

"You're laughing!" Ren Zhengfei's face was a little embarrassed.

"Tell me what you want!" said the seamstress, very relaxed, adjusting her seat, looking like a homemaker.

Ren Zhengfei was shocked when he heard this, and quickly stood up and said, "You are the rice tank for winemaking?"

The seamstress smiled: "My job is to make wine, and my name is Rice Jar!"

Ren Zhengfei suddenly felt that his reaction was too intense, so he calmed down a little and sat down again and said, "I'm sorry, Lao Liang said to find a rice tank for winemaking, I thought it was a code name, or a code word or something!"

The seamstress said seriously, "You are right, it's a code word, but it's not a code name." My surname is Mi, my name is Jar, and I specialize in making wine for demons, but ordinary people and demons can't find me, except for Lao Liang and Pixiu, you are the third outsider I have seen and allowed to know my identity, so you have to be prepared!"

What preparations? The rice cylinder did not explain, but Ren Zhengfei had heard Lao Liang say it before. Because of her special status, leaving without her approval will be brewed into demon wine! This is why he was so nervous just now.

"Uh-huh, I understand!" Ren replied hurriedly.

"Say it!" said the seamstress.

"I want to ask you for a favor!" Ren Zhengfei's posture was so low that you couldn't even tell that he was once a swaying president.

"Well," the seamstress replied with her nose.

"I have a... Friend, who was assimilated by demons and later lost his physical body and became a dog, I want to ask you to restore him to a human body!"

The seamstress looked at Ren Zhengfei and said, "Then do you know my conditions?"

"Yes, thirty newborn babies!" Ren replied.

"No, that's the price for an old friend, you're different!" the seamstress's face suddenly became a little strange.

"You please command!" Ren Zhengfei did not make any objections.

"I'll take a look at your friend first, you can take him out!" said the seamstress, pointing to Ren Zhengfei's arms.

Ren Zhengfei hesitated slightly and put the pit bull in his arms on the table.

Seriously, the dog was blind, and had nothing to do with words like cute and cute, but for some reason, the seamstress was very interested when she saw it, and her eyes that looked at the dog made the bulldogs tremble.

"And the saliva of a woman with eighteen personalities!" said the seamstress without raising her head.

Ren Zhengfei didn't bargain, and asked directly: "What are the eighteen types of women?"

The seamstress took out a piece of paper from the air like a trick and handed it to Ren Zhengfei, she said, "The requirements are written out above!"

"Okay!" Ren Zhengfei glanced at the contents on it and put the paper away.

"And not too long, just give you five days!" said the seamstress.

Ren Zhengfei thought to himself, I can do it in less than five days!

But he wouldn't say that, after all, he wasn't the kind of age to be a hero and sell his abilities, so he agreed again and again. Then he tried to hold the pit bull on the table in his arms, but was stopped by the rice jar!

"It has to stay!" Mi Jar's expression was not allowed to change.

"Okay," Ren Zhengfei glanced at the bulldog deeply, patted the paper in his arms gently, and turned his head and walked out of the tailor's shop.

The pit bull on the table looked at the woman in front of him in a daze, not knowing what to react to.

"Do you look familiar to me?"

"I'm sure you won't forget those things!"

"Neither will I!"