The bodyguards brought me the stuff I wanted: three roosters, a bag full of eels, crab shell powder, needles, wooden nails, and whips.

It wasn’t hard to summon the soul back to the body; a shaman dance would usually do the trick. However, our current situation was special... Yuan Chonghuan was still inside the tycoon’s body, and the rich woman had confined her husband’s soul somewhere. I wasn’t sure if I could pull this off.

I asked the men to take off the tycoon’s clothes. After that, I used a knife to collect some eel blood, using it as ink to write the tycoon’s birthdate on his body and a soul summoning formation on the ground. As for the crab shell powder, it was sprinkled on the formation. The tycoon stopped struggling once he was laid in the middle of the formation. Chuyi also stepped in to help; he cut the roosters’ combs, using their blood to draw a great formation...