The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 104 - 102: A Face

Chapter 104: Chapter 102: A Face

Yun Zhao furrowed his brows.

So young and already learning to eavesdrop—if he weren’t in the room, she’d definitely be rummaging through it.

Human children really are the most annoying creatures in this world.

"Get lost!"

Considering the age, he was already holding back a lot, quickly spitting out two words in a low tone.

Yun Qi was stunned, muttering internally, "He hates me now."

Before she could respond, a long leg stepped right over her head.

Just then, Yun Kuang came upstairs, saw the scene, frowned, and with an irritated look on his face, went up to help Yun Qi up and seriously lectured his younger brother:

"What’s wrong with you, second brother? Don’t you know you shouldn’t step over a child’s head? Otherwise, they might not grow tall!"

Yun Zhao’s beautiful and handsome face carried a sneer, with a casual defiance and a refined roguishness.

"What? Is big brother not going to avenge your little sister?"

"You..." Yun Kuang was exasperated.

The brat must have heard about the ridiculous affair where he tried to avenge Yun Ying.

"Big brother was out of line before, but hasn’t everything been resolved? Little Qi is the youngest in the family. Even if you dislike children, you should at least put on a good face, besides, she...hey, where are you going?"

Yun Zhao had already run out of patience, leaving Yun Kuang there rambling. He took a long step downstairs.

"Brother——" Yun Qi’s childlike voice was bright and clear, with a sticky-sweet quality that hit straight to the heart.

"No matter what happens tonight, no matter how scared you are, don’t turn your head or respond. Just keep driving towards the yellow light."

No response.

Yun Qi wasn’t upset. Making money isn’t easy, after all.

She added brightly:

"Come back safely, alright?"

Yun Zhao’s back was cold and indifferent, hands in his pockets. Hearing her words, his brows twisted, fists clenched.

Sick, so young.

Although he comes from a mystical family, he is different from Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang’s uselessness.

He disdains, even detests mysticism, which is why he avoids it.

Yun Zhao had plans to go to a bar with classmates. Although he had always been a top student, as a child from an influential family, he knew how to have fun too.

The bar was full of flickering lights and rhythmic music.

Yun Zhao arrived early, his long legs crossed as he boredly scrolled on his phone, a drink in front of him.

Classmate Zhang Fan arrived, "Hey, coming to a bar and not drinking? Are you pretending to be a kid here?"

The mention of "kid" reminded Yun Zhao of the little dumpling at home.

Objectively, he admitted the little dumpling was cute, soft, obedient, with a sweet voice.

But subjectively, he couldn’t bring himself to like her.

"Annoying, I’m driving later."

"Hey, just get a driver. Also, your family has a chauffeur. Let them pick you up."

Yun Zhao looked up, his amber eyes glinting, expressing an inorganic aloofness.

Being a top student, everyone often fawned over him during exams. Plus, he wasn’t stingy with scholarship money and could hang out, so his bad mood was tolerated.

People had gotten used to it and could endure it.

"Oh, your cleanliness obsession is well-known, Young Master Yun," another classmate, Zhuo Ran, tried to ease the tension.

"Alright, I’m being talkative, I’ll stop."

Being peers, the minor unpleasantness passed quickly.

"Do you know anything about the place we researched earlier? It was an ancient Great Witch site."

"What is a Great Witch?"

"How can you be so ignorant? Young Master Yun, your family is a Xuan Sect; you must know. Tell us."

Yun Zhao sipped his drink indifferently;

"Don’t know, not interested, it’s all lies."

A triple refusal!

Zhang Fan laughed, "Can’t deny ancestral heritage like that."

"I heard the place is one of the origins of the Witch Clan and still retains strong Nuo culture."

Though not well-versed, being college students naturally linked Nuo culture to totems, witchcraft, and ghost gods.

"What’s the point of this talk, it’s boring," Yun Zhao interrupted, indifferent and turned to another classmate, "Have you beaten the game yet?"

The topic quickly shifted.

At 10 PM, Yun Zhao checked his watch, stood up, tall and cold, his aloofness standing out among the carefree boys.

"I have to help the teacher with research materials tomorrow, heading back."

"No way, this early?"

Yun Zhao lazily took out a card, "I’ll pay the bill first, you all enjoy."

Pre-paid, he took the elevator to the parking lot.

At this time, everyone was in high spirits, and not a soul was in the parking lot.

Yun Zhao pressed his car key, opened the door, sat in, and started the car.

Everything as usual.

The car drove out of the parking lot, turned a corner, and entered the overpass.

Yun Zhao held the steering wheel with one hand and played a soothing symphony.

Suddenly, he recalled Yun Qi’s words, all that nonsense.

Don’t look back, don’t respond.

He’s driving on an overpass; look back at what, respond to what?

Mysticism is all about scaring oneself.

He got lost in thought, but there were no cars, so he controlled the wheel with one hand, still driving steadily.

Suddenly, thud thud—

There was a knocking sound on the car door, and he instinctively wanted to say, "Wait a minute, I’m driving."

Then realized a problem, driving, who’s knocking on the door?

Nerves instantly tightened, body stiffening, mentally reassuring himself, maybe he misheard?

Then again came the thud thud, clear and undeniable.

The hand on the wheel trembled, the corner of his eye glanced at the door, about to ask who it was?

A sharp, ear-piercing sound like nails scratching the car door followed.

"Who?"

He couldn’t help but ask, his voice trembling unconsciously.

"Known you for so long, give me a lift home."

The voice outside replied, an old, deep male voice.

Yun Zhao sensed something was wrong, quickly stepped on the accelerator, speeding up, trying to shake off whatever was outside.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Still not opening?"

Yun Zhao stared straight ahead, but his peripheral vision couldn’t help glancing at the passenger window.

Suddenly, a bloody face pressed against the window.

Yun Zhao shook uncontrollably, the car veered, skidding against the guardrail, sparks flying.

Luckily, his psyche was strong, and he steered, pulling back to the middle of the road.

Still, only his car was there, ahead a thick fog loomed, ominous and cold, as if in an ice cellar.

Then, another face appeared outside the window, one after another, one after another...

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