At the same time, deep in the mountains of Siam, inside a wooden house covered with white bones.

A middle-aged man wearing a black kasaya, with countless hideous ghost faces painted on his exposed skin and totems painted on his face with blue pigment, sat cross-legged in front of a ceramic basin.

Inside the ceramic basin was a black silk nightgown, on which stood a wooden stick. A scarecrow with yellow talismans attached to it was tied with red thread.

Beside him sat an elderly man with gray hair, a pale face, and a tense expression.

The old woman stared intently at the middle-aged man, her hands clenched tightly together, blood flowing again from the wound in her palm, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain. She asked anxiously, "Ishiguro, will this be enough to bring Zai Zai back? Do you still need my blood?"

"No need. I checked it. The container I gave you cracked at some point, and the array I set up inside was damaged, which allowed the soul inside to escape."

Shi Hei waved his hand and spoke in fluent Xia Guoyu. Finally, he hesitated for a moment, looked at the old man and said, "However... Xie Qingya, you need to think it over carefully. Your youngest son is not dead yet. He is just a living soul and cannot withstand too much torment."

“If we recall him this time, he might really die.”

"No matter what, he's still your son. Can you really bear to let your eldest son use his body?"

Xie Qingya said coldly, "It's good that he died. He could stay by my side and keep me company. This is what he and his father owed me and Ahao."

“If he hadn’t been so eager to inherit the Feng family’s fortune, Ah Hao wouldn’t have died. Besides, Ah Hao was his brother, and I believe he was willing to give his body to Ah Hao.”

Xie Qingya said, pursing her lips and stroking the black pottery jar placed on her lap: "If he wants to live in the future, I can help him. Doesn't he have three stepsons?"

Hearing Xie Qingya's words, Shi Hei felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Those people from Xia Kingdom should really come and see who the real evil cultivator is."

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

Xie Qingya, on the other hand, was extremely biased. For the sake of her eldest son who died young, she tormented her younger son to the point of being unrecognizable.

She even wanted her eldest son to possess her younger son's body, so that he could live as the younger son.

What a cruel woman!

"Stop talking nonsense and get him back quickly. If he floats back into his own body, all the work I've done over the years will be for nothing," Xie Qingya urged him impatiently.

"Alright, I'll help you one last time. After this, I'll have paid back what I owe you." Shi Hei clicked his tongue, washed his hands, and began the ritual.

He lit a black incense stick, stuck it on the scarecrow's head, muttered incantations, and took out a black bell with a hideous ghost head carved on it.

The bell jingled without making a sound. Shi Hei closed his eyes slightly, and after finishing the incantation, he suddenly brought his two fingers together and pressed them firmly against the scarecrow's forehead, shouting, "Feng Congqian! Come back!"

At this time, Wanhe Hospital.

The ward was filled with riotous black and red threads, half of which were connected to Feng Congqian, who was lying on the hospital bed, and the other half were embedded in Gou Dan's soul.

His brows furrowed as he resisted the pull of the black and red threads, his gaze involuntarily falling on Feng Congqian.

This man... looks somewhat familiar.

He looked at the man who was also bound by black and red silk threads, his eyes darkening slightly. What was his relationship with this man?

Just then, a majestic male voice vaguely rang in Gou Dan's ears: "Feng Congqian... Feng Congqian..."

Gou Dan looked slightly taken aback. Feng Congqian? Who was he calling?

"Feng Congqian...! Come back!"

A male voice suddenly exploded in Gou Dan's ears, and his originally clear consciousness seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and his bright eyes gradually lost their focus.

Before his eyes appeared a very thin wisp of black mist, exuding a strong incense scent.

He turned around expressionlessly and drifted away in the direction from which the black mist had come.

The black and red threads suddenly rioted. Nan Yuanman reacted and quickly ran into the ward. Feng Yuli was confused, but he followed closely behind.

As soon as she entered, she was choked by the strong smell of incense in the room and started coughing. When she saw Gou Dan, whose eyes were lifeless, drifting towards the window, her heart sank.

Oh no! Someone is performing a ritual to steal Gou Dan's soul!

Nan Yuanman quickly pulled out a coffin-binding rope from his small satchel, threw it onto Gou Dan's soul, and tied it around his waist. He then used all his strength to pull Gou Dan back: "Gou Dan! Wake up! Don't let your soul be taken away!"

She didn't know who wanted to steal Gou Dan's soul, but her intuition told her that the person who stole the soul was definitely not a good person!

Feng Yuli, who was behind her, quickly stepped in to help, pulling Nan Yuanman back with all his might.

Nan Yuanman Chongfeng Yuli gave him a grateful look, released one hand, quickly pulled out a talisman from his bag, and tossed it behind Gou Dan.

Her chubby fingers quickly formed hand seals as she chanted, "Heavenly gates open, earthly gates open, a thousand-mile-long child brings the soul, I obey the urgent decree of the Supreme Lord Laozi! Receive!"

The talisman attached to Gou Dan's soul body flashed with golden light, and Gou Dan, who was originally drifting outwards without any awareness, paused and slowly turned around to drift towards the direction of Nan Yuanman.

Far away in Siam, Ishiguro, who had been looking relaxed, suddenly froze, his expression turning grim.

Xie Qingya noticed his sudden change in expression and her heart sank slightly: "What's wrong? What happened?"

“Someone is trying to steal my soul.” Shi Hei sneered, “Your youngest son is really lucky. He can find someone to help him preserve his soul no matter where he goes.”

"However, if you think you can snatch the living soul from me like this, you are sorely mistaken!"

How could he possibly return something that's already in his hands?

Shi Hei's rough hands took a black finger bone from a cloth bag beside him, threw it into the porcelain basin, and chanted in Siamese. A few seconds later, he made a hand seal: "Go! Kill the person who stole the soul! Bring the living soul back!"

A dark, reddish-black shadow drifted away quickly in the direction the black incense smoke was wafting.

Nan Yuanman felt quite uneasy in the ward. She pursed her lips, turned around and closed the ward door, then handed Zhuangzhuang to Feng Yuli: "Big brother, hold on to the rope and stand here safely. With Zhuangzhuang protecting you, nothing will happen."

Feng Yuli gripped the rough hemp rope in his hand and nodded: "Okay."

After making arrangements for Feng Yuli, Nan Yuanman released Xiaocao and Old Master Nan as well.

Feng Yuli, who had no idea of ​​Old Master Nan's existence, stared wide-eyed the moment Nan Yuanman pulled the person out of the small coffin.

My brain was bombarded with question marks: "?????????"

Can anyone tell him how such a big person could appear in the blink of an eye?

Nan Yuanman had no time to answer his questions and instead complained to Grandpa Nan, "Grandpa! There's a bad guy trying to steal Gou Dan from me! Help me chase him away!"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Nan immediately pulled Nan Yuanman behind him, his purple eyes warily observing the environment inside the room.

Suddenly, he turned and pounced to the left. A gaunt, malevolent ghost, hidden in the incense smoke and radiating intense malice, was pulled out by Old Master Nan with one hand.