Night Wanderer—no, Star Official? The second group really was Dark Night Rose. As someone who had personally experienced the Qin Feng Academy incident, Xiahou Aotian immediately understood the enemies' identities.
Two Star Officials: one had possessed the driver, and the other had possessed him.
Xiahou Aotian was a frail Occultist. Neither his body nor soul was particularly strong, and he could only watch helplessly as he was possessed.
The enemy possessing him could suppress his soul and control his body, which meant they were definitely at the Saint stage.
However, the opponent had not displayed an overwhelming advantage, indicating that the enemy was not a level 5 Star Official, but likely only level 4.
If they had been a level 5 Star Official, Xiahou Aotian would not have felt the warning signs of "freezing up." His control over his body would have been cleanly and decisively taken away.
"I wasn't mistaken just now. Your body is quite ordinary, and now it seems your spiritual body is nothing special either. You're either an Occultist or a Red Luan Star Official. I don't sense any charm from you." As the middle-aged driver drove, he studied Xiahou Aotian through the rearview mirror. "So you're an Occultist."
Xiahou Aotian kept a stiff face and did not respond, because he was already unable to speak.
The driver kept his eyes on the road and continued, "We'll take the money. Heh, sixty million can buy two Saint-grade items of average quality."
His tone was full of confidence and ease, as if the money and Xiahou Aotian were already his for the taking.
"As for you..." The driver gave a cold chuckle.
Xiahou Aotian raised both hands, pressed them against his head, and slowly twisted it backward.
Crack, crack. Xiahou Aotian's neck bones made sounds on the