"Hong Ni," whom "Lin Feng" had transformed into, sat back in the car. Darkness swallowed the two people behind her, replacing them with members of the Five Ghosts of Thief's Gate. This was what they did.
Lin Feng rarely managed these brothers from Thief's Gate. He usually charged ahead on his own and paid little attention to the Five Ghosts of Thief's Gate.
But now, he had a chief steward overseeing everything, and the man kept matters in perfect order.
The Five Ghosts of Thief's Gate at the seventeenth level—such a sight had been rare even throughout Historian.
Using the divine power of incense offerings to control these Five Ghosts, they had no thought of rebellion. This method had actually evolved from the Thief's Gate Secret Art.
Stealing another's fortune and taking over their life.
Such was the power of the seventeenth-level Five Ghosts of Thief's Gate. Five was not a literal number, either.
The car continued forward. No one spoke, but the sense of danger lurking everywhere made everyone's hair stand on end.
They pressed on in silence. Another county seat appeared just ahead, and the car turned into town.
The navigation system located the local Police Station.
The Police Station was not far away.
At an intersection, the light turned red.
"Hong Ni" stopped the car to wait for the light to change. But none of them expected a dump truck to come charging straight at their sedan.
It ran the red light and smashed the little car into scrap metal in a single collision.
And that was not all. At some unknown point, the ornament hanging from the rearview mirror in front of the truck driver had turned into an eye.
The driver felt dazed. A yellow talisman was stuck behind him, its talismanic markings written in