The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 105 - 103: Little Dumpling’s Words Are the Imperial Edict

Chapter 105: Chapter 103: Little Dumpling’s Words Are the Imperial Edict

Yun Zhao didn’t dare to open his eyes, but his peripheral vision told him that there were many faces outside, all around him, interspersed and dense—

But this was unreasonable. So many faces meant as many "people." How could so many people fit in the space of a car window?

Soon, the scene that appeared on the car’s front window revealed the answer to him.

A huge figure slowly climbed onto the hood, humanoid, with a hunched back and towering frame, entirely covered in faces except for the arms and legs.

Some of the faces were smiling, some were blood-soaked, some were filled with sorrow, and some were seething with rage!

So many faces appeared before him, each with its expression, each with its emotion, yet they all came from a single body.

Yun Zhao’s psychological defenses completely collapsed. Sweat soaked his entire body, and the car veered off the overpass, crashing into the nearby greenery. Due to his high speed, he burst through the greenery, overturning the barrier.

Since it was a very expensive luxury car, he was not injured, just struck dazed by the impact.

"Ghost!"

"It’s a ghost!!!"

He really encountered a ghost, his last shred of sanity told him.

The tires made a violent, unpleasant sound as the car careened wildly on the road.

Yun Zhao subconsciously thought about not hitting pedestrians and innocent vehicles. This thought suddenly made him realize there were no people at the large intersection, no traffic lights, no crosswalks.

"Don’t turn your head, don’t answer, drive towards the direction of the yellow light—."

Yellow light, where was there a yellow light?

The car window finally shattered, an arm reached in, tapping him on the shoulder, and a smiling face leaned close, staring intently at him by his ear.

Yun Zhao gritted his teeth, internally recalling the clear, sweet child’s voice urging him not to turn back, not to look, not to agree.

More and more faces surged in, filling the entire car cabin.

Some cried, some laughed, some screamed with wide-open mouths...

A cold hand hooked his chin, stroking the fine jawline, "Just what I need, a face without expression."

Yun Zhao’s will almost collapsed, probably realizing how those many faces had been acquired.

Suddenly, a light shone in his eyes. Amid the hazy, swirling mist ahead, a yellow light appeared.

No red or green lights accompanied it, making it appear isolated, yet the faint yellow light pierced through the mist, reaching out.

So he floored the accelerator, ignoring the hands and faces crammed into the car, roaring towards the yellow light.

This action completely enraged the faces filling the car.

All the faces instantly contorted into expressions of fury, countless eyes glaring at him.

"Ah—"

Countless mouths opened, producing a shrill woman’s scream.

"Stop, stop, give me the face, I want the face!"

A hand with sharp fingernails reached for his face but was shattered into pieces by the gusts of wind surging through the window, releasing a heavy scent of blood that was swept away by the wind.

Following that, all the faces inside the cabin vanished, along with the unwilling screams that were gradually swallowed by the wind.

The car crashed with a bang into a signpost, and the mist ahead dissipated. A few people tentatively approached, peering into the car, then one of them rapped on the car hood.

"Hey buddy..."

Yun Zhao jerked awake, staring ahead with wide eyes, trembling all over, eyes filled with fear.

"What’s the matter? Been drinking? You look pretty young, didn’t you see the roadwork? You’ve knocked down several road signs on us," the person said angrily.

Slowly coming back to his senses, Yun Zhao frantically looked back and forth. He had driven into an underpass, which was under construction with barricades set up front and back.

Luckily, he braked in time and did not hit any workers.

Looking back at the yellow light just now, there was no sign of a yellow light, only a few layers of spirit talismans fluttering in the wind, slowly drifting into the distance, the faint yellow disappearing into the night.

In the deep of night, the night sky was as dark as ink without a hint of starlight.

The air already carried the desolate smell of late summer.

Mr. Yun and his wife, anxiously draped in coats, rushed to the hospital.

Yun Zhao lay on the bed, covered with a thin sheet, his long, elegant arm rested at his side. A fine needle pierced into a vein, and soon the rich red blood quickly flowed into the tube.

After the blood was drawn, Mr. Yun asked in a deep voice, "Zhaor, what happened?"

Yun Zhao shook his head, his expression indifferent, though his mind was clear.

Such a bizarre car accident would certainly be checked for drunk driving and drug use according to standard procedures.

He knew he hadn’t drunk alcohol and wasn’t worried about it.

But closing his eyes still summoned countless screaming faces before him.

Feeling like he might never be okay in this lifetime.

The elders, not knowing what happened with their grandson, could only exchange concerned glances.

Mr. Yun soothed his wife and leaned in to ask softly, "Did you run into something you shouldn’t have seen?"

A dense black cloud loomed between his brows, a faint hint of ghost energy clung to him, Mr. Yun had roughly guessed what had happened.

Yun Zhao lowered his head, still silent.

Little Dumpling had said not to agree.

Grandfather and a ghost were still different, but now Little Dumpling’s words were like an imperial decree.

"Are you his guardians? This kid seems normal on the surface, no alcohol smell, no signs of drug use, but we checked the surveillance. He drove alone down from the overpass, kept circling at the turn, like he was possessed or something. So I want to ask you parents what exactly is going on. Don’t you know about his condition? Arguing with the family doesn’t drive one mad like this..."

The one handling Yun Zhao’s case was a young traffic cop, a face full of righteousness, very responsible, yet his youthful fervor was apparent.

Mr. Yun chuckled amiably, gently pulling the traffic cop aside to have a private chat, afraid of further provoking Yun Zhao.

Finally, Yun Zhao looked over at them. In the middle of the night, the hospital was nearly empty, not to mention any children.

He dejectedly withdrew his gaze, realizing no child would still be awake at this hour, they’d be fast asleep long ago.

Thinking of Yun Qi’s sleeping form, a touch of warmth spilled into his anxious and bewildered heart.

His little sister was only asleep, she would come to save her brother when she awoke.

Yun Zhao anxiously clenched his fingers, knuckles turning white, counting the seconds as time went by slowly.

Since he remained silent, the traffic cop couldn’t get any information out, and the blood test found no issues, leaving them to temporarily treat it as an emotional disturbance from shock.

Waiting for morning to come.

Receiving the call, Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang hurriedly brought Yun Qi to the hospital.

Yun Qi was still wearing white pajamas, with an orange carrot jacket hastily thrown over it, the zipper undone, clearly put on in a rush by the two active treasures back home.

Thinking to dress her warmly against the morning chill with an extra jacket, Mr. Yun and his wife were quite satisfied.

They’d never seen the two live treasures being so thoughtful before.

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