He touched his face, thinking to himself that he was clearly handsome, dashing, elegant, and charming.

Mingzhuo: "He's not a ghost, just a soul that left his body. You've also had a soul leave your body before, so I think you two should have a lot in common and can exchange feelings and experiences."

Has the soul left the body? Gu Xu glanced inside the carriage, but he still couldn't see anything.

“I remember that if a soul leaves the body for more than seven days, it can never be brought back to life,” Gu Xu pondered.

Mingzhuo looked down at his phone. "There is such a saying. If a person is separated from their body for more than seven days, even a celestial being cannot bring them back to life."

She was texting, and Li Wenhe was also asking her what had happened.

The eldest disciple had a keen intuition, and Mingzhuo guessed that he had seen through the clues.

After thinking for a moment, she simply created a WeChat group, added a few people to the group, and gave a brief explanation.

Hearing their conversation, the spirit panicked: "You can see me, you're a master, right? Can you send me back?"

Mingzhuo: "Sure, but who are you? What's your name? Where is your body?"

The living soul was stunned. He tried hard to recall, but found that he had lost a lot of his memories.

He vaguely remembered that he was a very popular star with many fans, but he couldn't remember his name.

Mingzhuo sighed. She had suspected it before, and it turned out to be true.

He Wangyao: "Aren't you Yang Juntong, that top-tier celebrity? You were trending on Weibo yesterday with rumors that you died, but your company denied it, saying you just fainted from exhaustion."

He felt a pang of sympathy; indeed, some rumors might not be entirely unfounded.

Mingzhuo suddenly remembered: "Oh, it's him!"

I heard my younger brothers mention it this morning.