The shopkeeper, seeing that Situ Shuangshuang was only examining his son's condition without speaking, couldn't help but anxiously ask, "What's wrong with my son? Can you tell?"
Sitting on the stool by the bed, Situ Shuangshuang looked at the boy and said, "His soul has indeed been taken away. Now that his soul's whereabouts are unknown, I will cast a spell when the moon is at its zenith to see where his soul has gone, so that we can retrieve it."
The shopkeeper had run out of ideas at this point. Hearing that Situ Shuangshuang had a way to find his child's soul, he immediately rubbed his hands and smiled ingratiatingly at Situ Shuangshuang, "Please, Master, take extra care for my child. Surely you haven't eaten well before, let me prepare some food for you to enjoy a good meal first!"
