The man nodded. "Nonsense! Of course I know you need a body to eat, but aren't I already dead? Wait a minute—"

He paused, then floated in front of Mingzhuo, looking at her with a shocked expression, "You can actually see me?"

He encountered countless people along the way, but not a single one could sense his presence!

The man was overjoyed and couldn't help but circle around Mingzhuo again and again, wanting to test her reaction.

"If you keep wandering around like that, believe me, I'll beat you up!" Mingzhuo's forehead veins bulged.

The man brought his face close to Mingzhuo's and said arrogantly in a particularly smug tone, "Go ahead and hit me! If you've got the guts, hit me! How can you bring yourself to hit someone with a face like that?"

Mingzhuo thought to himself, "Fine, you forced me to do this," and raised his hand to punch the other party.

The man covered his face and shouted angrily, "You're really going to hit me?"

He was utterly shocked. No girl had ever dared to treat him like this before! Wasn't it said that his brother's face was God's most perfect work of art? Wasn't he said to be a heartbreaker?

That's too much! His face is almost ruined; I don't know if it will leave a scar.

He touched his face, then thought in a daze, "Wait a minute, I'm already dead, I'm a ghost now, how could I have scars?"

"How could you hit a ghost?!" I'm so angry! Ghosts have their own rights too!

Mingzhuo: "Who told you you're a ghost? You're just a soul separated from your body."

The man was stunned: "Huh? I'm not dead? But I clearly remember stopping breathing!"

Mingzhuo: "If you don't hurry back into your body, you're not far from death."

As she spoke, she frowned. It was rare for a soul to leave the body. Last time, He Wangyao was unfortunately possessed by an evil spirit and trapped by a demon, which completely severed the connection between her and her body, causing her to become lost in the wilderness of the Sanzu River.

It's strange that this guy should be able to sense his own body, yet he's still drifting outside.

Just as she was about to ask something, Ruan Mingying walked over.

"Zhuozhuo, who are you talking to? We need to hurry up, Mr. Gu is probably almost at the hotel."

Mingzhuo was taken aback: "You also invited Mr. Gu?"

"President He and He Wangyao are also coming. I didn't invite them; they sent gifts first. Zhuozhuo is really popular!"

Mingzhuo turned his head and found that the living soul was no longer in the same place.

She figured they'd already left, so she didn't think much of it and followed Ruan Mingying out.

At that moment, the spirit floated out from the doorway, watching the woman's departing figure, and felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

"So beautiful! You look even more radiant and stunning with this new style. You truly are my idol and goddess!"

After saying that, he paused for a moment. Idol? Goddess? Who is that?

He tried hard to recall, but could only vaguely remember a few images: a woman with smoky makeup and blonde hair, radiating energy and charm on stage.

The moment she opened her mouth to sing, her vibrant and penetrating voice instantly ignited the entire venue, sending countless fans into a frenzy.

Something seems off. Shouldn't his idol be in seclusion in Free State writing new songs?

The living soul stood there for a while, trying to figure it out, when suddenly it felt a suction force.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh no, that person was leaving! He hurriedly floated towards the edge of the campus, landed on a car, and jumped inside.

——

Inside a VIP ward of a private hospital in Hong Kong.

The agent paced back and forth outside, and when he saw the person inside come out, he rushed over.

"Master, how is it now? Can you summon the soul back?"

Every time he recalls what happened the night before last, he is so frightened that his heart feels like it will stop!

Yang Juntong suddenly said he was very sleepy, and he encouraged him to persevere a little longer so that they could go back to the hotel to rest after filming.

Just as they were about to start filming, the man collapsed with a thud. He checked his breathing and found that the man was no longer breathing!

He was too flustered at the time and failed to control the situation immediately, which caused his assistant to be so frightened that he shouted, "Brother Juntong is dead!"

Although the company issued a statement yesterday saying that Yang Juntong had just fainted from exhaustion and was now resting in the hospital, fans did not buy it.

Now all sorts of conspiracy theories are emerging, and some more extreme fans have already stormed the company's official Weibo account to hurl insults, demanding to see their brother and refusing to accept the company's one-sided account!

But the person's soul has left their body, how can he hand them over? What if the other party goes too far and doesn't come back, and after seven days they really become a corpse!

Those fans who feel they've been played will definitely tear him to shreds!

Thank God, he really didn't exploit Yang Juntong, nor did they have any disagreements. The two were very good business partners!

He was more worried than anyone else about Yang Juntong's accident!

The Taoist priest in the lead, dressed in a ceremonial robe, shook his head gravely. "Things have become complicated. We could still sense a faint connection this morning, but now we can't feel it at all."

The agent's face paled: "How could this happen?"

"It seems the soul has gone to a very far place." The Taoist priest sighed. After a day of performing rituals, his magical power was severely depleted, yet he had gained nothing, which inevitably made him frustrated.

He paused, then changed the subject, "But this might not be a bad thing. At least for the time being, the person who captured his soul won't be able to find him."

The agent quickly grasped the key point: "In a short period of time?"

“Yes, no matter how far away they are, they will find him sooner or later. But don’t worry, I have already set up a magic array and used a magic treasure to suppress his mind, which will protect him for a while.”

The disciple beside him hesitated, then said, "Master, but if we do that, won't we find him even less likely to succeed?"

Magical artifacts can suppress the spirit, but they also sever the connection between the soul and the body.

The Taoist priest's expression was grave: "Therefore, we must race against time and find the living soul before the magic array is broken!"

The disciple felt slightly relieved. "We still have five days..."

If a soul leaves the body for more than seven days, even a celestial being cannot save it.

The Taoist priest shook his head. "It's not five days, it's three days! The person who cast the spell to summon the soul is very powerful, far more capable than me. This magic array can only last for three days at most!"

"I need to contact Master Qinglian immediately to see if I can find him. Alas! But at this crucial moment, Master Qinglian has gone on a pilgrimage!"

He frowned, his worries growing heavier.

What he didn't tell his agent was that there had been several vicious incidents in Hong Kong recently, in which evil spirits devoured living souls, and he suspected that Yang Juntong's soul leaving his body was related to these incidents.

If a soul is swallowed up... it's no longer a matter of death, it means complete non-existence, without even the chance to be reincarnated as a ghost!

——

In Yunwu City, several cars were parked on the hotel's parking island.

Nguyen Minh Anh booked a small banquet hall for Minh Cho's birthday celebration. The hotel staff had already set up the signboard and the electronic screen was scrolling.

It looks especially festive.

Mingzhuo felt that this was a bit of an exaggeration. Wasn't it just a gathering of family and friends?

Once inside, she realized that things weren't quite as she thought.