What Yi 17 said is also what Li Qianchen is worried about. The explanation of the nightmare was that he did not join forces with Feng Minxin, but after all, it was a one-sided statement, not to mention that the nightmare was not good, and he had a grudge against Li Qianchen, even if he really did not join forces with Feng Minxin before, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not take advantage of the situation in the future.

"At this time, the enemy is dark and I am clear, it is inevitable that I will be calculated, for today's plan, the safest way is to try to lure Feng Minxin to take the initiative to appear."

"Is there any way to lure her out?"

Li Qianchen has always been resourceful and experienced, since he can say this kind of thought, he must already have a plan.

Li Qianchen's gaze looked into the distance, his eyes were deep as if he could pass through many buildings, "I said that Feng Minxin would kidnap young men to marry, which shows that it is still obsessed with failing to marry Zhou Yijing back then." ”

"I see, I'm going to lure it out." Yi Seventeen suddenly realized that since Feng Minxin would harm the young man, then he would go out as bait and definitely attract Feng Minxin to take the bait.

"Nope." Unexpectedly, Li Qianchen slowly shook his head and said: "In order to prevent it from colluding with the nightmares, rashly committing risks will only fall into their trap, this time, we will use the Retrospective Soul Method." ”

Tracing back to the photovoltaic soul method, it evolved from the Yuanguang technique, the living have three lives, the cause of the past life, the present life should be, the future world retribution, the dead have two lives, the previous life is born, old age, sickness and death, and the afterlife is sad and hateful.

The memories of the ghast are all difficult before death, so the resentment grows heavier, tracing is tracing back, the light is repeated, and tracing the light is also repeating the regrets of the ghast before death. With the memory of the ghast as bait, supplemented by the soul detention formation, the ghast will touch the scene and become emotional, and it will enter the formation.

Yi Qiqi thought for a moment and said: "Tracing the Photovoltaic Soul Method is indeed relatively safe, but if you want to lure it into the bait, there must be a marriage, where should we find this?" ”

"Since it's an evil thing, of course you can't ask mortals for help, it's a show, aren't you and me just right?"

"We?"

Yi Seventeen was incredulous, looking at Li Qianchen, but saw a smile on the corner of Li Qianchen's mouth, and his expression didn't look like a joke.

"But we are all men, even if I disguise myself as a woman, if I show my horse's feet and be seen through by it, won't it be a failure?"

Li Qianchen smiled even more, raised his hand to hold Yi Seventeen's chin, and wiped Yi Seventeen's lips with his thumb and said, "If you put on fat powder, where else in the world can be more beautiful than you?" If you don't wear a wedding dress, how can you be worthy of this delicate face? ”

Yi Qiqi pursed his lips lightly, a shy look appeared on his cheeks, and he hurriedly said with a shy face: "Teasing me again......"

Li Qianchen laughed, but it caused a light cough, which frightened Yi Seventeen and hurriedly helped him stroke his back.

The two of them had made up their minds not to continue to go deeper, and planned to test again when everything was ready, but they didn't know that the ancient house of the Zhou family was already full of lights.

A young man dressed in a black brocade robe with a big red silk flower on his chest flew across the paper horse.

The man's eyes were glazed, he smirked stupidly, and his arms were hugging in front of him, as if he was hugging a person, for fear that the other party would drop off the paper horse......

Ji'an Temple is far away, if you go back, I'm afraid that the sky is bright, Yi Seventeen has Li Qianchen on his back, looking for a hotel to rest.

Shiliting Street, under the laurel tree, the night reappeared, took out a mirror from the cloth bag, the fire of the paper burning in the yin and yang basin flickered and dimmed, and the night combed his hair slowly in front of the mirror.

The milky white comb seems to be made of bone, when combing, the roots of the white hair become wisps of green silk, and after a while, the nightmare will change from an ancient old woman to a young woman, it raises its hand to caress the fresh skin, with a cruel smile on its face, it is still gray hair and wrinkles stacked in the mirror, but there is one point, the spirit of the word Yi 17 has been transferred to the world in the mirror......

On the fifth watch, a light suddenly crossed the sky, and the thunder was like a sledgehammer hitting the urn, and the heavy rain poured down between Sumeru.

Yi 17 used to get up early, clinical Li Qianchen was still asleep, he was afraid of waking up, so he gently closed the door.

The hotel is called Plum Restaurant, the decoration is very retro, quite the flavor of the Republic of China, the corridor window is open, Yi Seventeen stands by the window, holds the window sill, leans out and stretches out his hand, outside is the bluestone alley, there are early pedestrians holding flower umbrellas to the east.

The rain has not been light, it has been falling for two hours, the water on the side of the road is rushing, the rain washes the stone slabs, and the maple leaves brought from nowhere are the maple leaves along the alley from west to east.

The dripping eaves on the upper floors converged into a water dragon, pouring down and landing on the floor with a loud crackling sound.

Yi Seventeen put his palms together, and then the rain, the rain was so icy that he didn't wait for the rain in his palms to be full, Yi Seventeen hurriedly retracted his hand, shook off the rain on his hands, rubbed it, and took a few hot breaths in his mouth.

"Oh, it's a day to get the weather to be a real man, and the weather forecast says that it's seven or eight, and it's raining, and I'm shaking......"

The innkeeper was in her fifties, an old Shanghainese, complaining about the weather forecast and talking nonsense, the forecast was just to cool down, but it was raining heavily, and she shivered with the cold.

Close the window casually, and when he returned to the house, Li Qianchen had already woken up, slept all night, the meridians were blocked, and Yi Seventeen called hot water as usual to wash Li Qianchen.

"It's freezing and raining outside, and the temperature has plummeted, so I'll go alone to buy a wedding dress." Li Qianchen is weak and afraid of the cold, the weather outside is so cold, Yi Seventeen is afraid that he will not be able to hold on.

Li Qianchen looked at the rain outside the window, and the indoor temperature was also not high, Yi 17 wiped his face, and felt that his body was not so stiff, so he insisted on letting Yi 17 help him to the window.

Yi Seventeen protected Li Qianchen behind him, Li Qianchen looked through the glass, looked into the distance, and only after a long time did he speak: "This rain is strange, I'm afraid that the rain demon has come to Huating." ”

Yi Seventeen glanced at the gray sky outside the window and asked Li Qianchen, "Rain demon?" ”

Li Qianchen retracted his gaze and sat down on the sofa beside him, Yi Seventeen saw him trembling, so he took the quilt and covered his legs, and sat down next to him to help him ward off the cold.

"Among the hundred demons of Tiangong, there is a big demon named Yuluo, also known as the god of rain, it is rumored that it is the incarnation of the jade shark of the West Sea, carrying the blood of the silverfish and the shark dragon, often accompanied by twelve manes of flame horses, and heavy rain will fall everywhere it goes."

"Yuluo is here, is it to relieve the nightmare?" Since Yuluo is also one of the hundred demons of Tiangong, his sudden visit must have a purpose.

Li Qianchen said disapprovingly: "Although the night is one of the hundred demons of the Heavenly Prince, its status is low, among the hundred demons of the Heavenly Prince, there are only a handful of people who can be worthy of the word 'big demon', and Yuluo is among them." 'Heavenly Hundred Demons' is ordered by the Ten Parties, and the demons and demons are not completely familiar with each other. ”

"I see, that Yuluo, just passing by?"

"Maybe, maybe, maybe something else......"

Li Qianchen turned his head to look at the rain curtain outside the window, and his words were still unfinished, all the demons recorded by the Ten Directions were all grudges with the Ten Parties, and Yuluo was no exception.

Li Qianchen has never seen Yuluo's true body, and there is no grudge between them, but Yuluo has been killed by the Ten Parties, and he hates the Ten Parties. Li Qianchen was worried that Yuluo hated Shifang Ke and hated Yu Xu.

It was an eventful time, and it was difficult for Yu Luoxian to know, so he had to postpone looking for a tailor shop to buy a wedding dress.

The heavy rain stopped in the evening, the red sun slanted westward, a remnant rainbow across the long sky, the waterlogged road still could not stop the busy footsteps of people, the long alley was filled with the fragrance of rice, and the strange weather became a topic of conversation after tea and dinner.

Due to the weather, some of the shops on the street did not open for a day, but an old shop in the deep alley was always open.

It's dinner time, there are not many pedestrians on the street, there are even fewer customers in the shop, not to mention the tailor's shop.

The shops are not spacious, some are long, narrow, and the half-finished clothes hang from the bamboo poles on the ceiling, blocking most of the light. There was a lot of black mud on the green marble floor, and there were many threads of various colors in the cracks of the ground.

As soon as you enter, you will find an old Phoenix sewing machine, the hottest old Phoenix sewing machine of the last century, the worktop is piled with scraps and threads, the belt is new, and there is a blackened red carpet on the pedal.

The smell of damp and moldy in the shop, mixed with the smell of fabric, makes people feel uncomfortable, like being wrapped in wet clothes on a hot and cloudy day.

If it weren't for the word "tailor" on the glass outside the store, and if it weren't for the sewing machines and fabrics in the store, it would have been hard for Yi 17 to imagine that there really was a tailor shop in such a dark corner.

The aunt of the plum restaurant said that this tailor shop has been open for an unknown amount of time, the ancestral craftsmanship, the wedding dress she wore when she got married was ordered in this shop, but the owner of this shop has a very strange temper, and he stays at home on weekdays, and the neighbors only know the surname Bai, and people call Bai Tailor.

Shanghai's tailor shops, like watch shops, are the hottest industry in old Shanghai, Shanghai women love cheongsam, men love suits, and the style of clothes is also the mood of life.

It's just Bai Ji, I don't make cheongsam, I don't make suits, I have always only made two kinds of clothes, wedding clothes and mourning clothes, so I also have the name of "red and white shop".

"It's weird, Aunt Mei said that this white tailor never goes out, why is there no one?"

Yi Seventeen looked inside, and Li Qianchen beside him said, "Wait, Xu is on the second floor." ”

Yi Seventeen looked down, there was a bench against the wall, it was a common wooden chair in the waiting hall of the station in the last century, he sorted out the stacked fabrics a little, helped Li Qianchen to sit down, and at this moment, a hoarse voice sounded behind him and said: "There are no rules!" Don't mess around with the things in the store! ”

Yi Seventeen was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he turned around to find that there was already an old man sitting behind the sewing machine.

In the year of Destiny, he wore a blue labor cloth overall, white sleeves, big scalp shoes, a pair of reading glasses around his neck, and his face was wrinkled with oil like a folded hemp paper wrapped in fritters, and there was only a few Mediterranean Sea left above his head.

The old man had only one eye and one arm, and his left sleeve hung empty.

Seeing the appearance of the old man, Yi Seventeen forgot what to say, the aunt of the plum restaurant said that the white tailor was disabled and had a perverse personality, but she didn't expect the appearance to be so scary.

Li Qianchen grabbed Yi Seventeen's wrist, dragged him to his side, looked at the white tailor with a calm expression and said, "We want to make a wedding dress." ”