Wang Yu moved, caught the fat man, and gently lowered him onto a nearby armchair.
The entire process took only three or four breaths. No one outside could have noticed any of it.
The fat man's eyes were tightly shut, his face ashen, and his body abnormally cold, like a corpse.
The shadow that had just slipped between his brows was a Yin Spirit nurtured within the Yin Soul Banner.
Its ferocity was greatly diminished on Blue Star as well. Otherwise, possession by such a thing would have left an ordinary mortal gravely ill at best, or killed him on the spot at worst.
Now, under Wang Yu's deliberate control, the Yin Spirit had entered the fat man's body merely to affect his mind temporarily and leave him unconscious for a while. Once the Yin Spirit dissipated on its own inside him, he should have suffered no serious harm.
This was also one of the Yin Soul Banner's most basic means of attacking an enemy. An Immortal Cultivator could protect themselves with defensive magical artifacts and spells, but ordinary people on Blue Star had no way whatsoever to deal with these incorporeal ghost creatures of the lowest rank.
Wang Yu unceremoniously snatched the fat man's phone, unlocked it with the man's finger, and quickly checked his latest text messages.
Earlier, his divine sense had detected that the fat man seemed to have sent a message on his phone while fetching something from the shelves. That had aroused his suspicion.
Sure enough, the latest text had been sent three minutes ago to someone labeled "Paul." Its contents were brief: "Found a gold mine. Get over here fast."
Wang Yu sighed. Without a second thought, he formed a hand seal and touched a finger to the fat man's forehead. Another Yin Spirit