The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 106 - 104 Multi-faced Man, A Kind of Little Ghost Ghost

Chapter 106: Chapter 104 Multi-faced Man, A Kind of Little Ghost Ghost

Yun Qi obviously didn’t have time to comb her hair, a strand of hair stubbornly sticking up.

With sleepy eyes, she still tried to stay awake, her soft and sweet voice: "Brother—"

She looked at Yun Zhao—

Although she was quite frightened, her eyes were clear, showing no sign of being overly scared.

Fortunately, she retained the rare scholarly talent for the family.

Otherwise, the younger generation representing the family would be Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang, which would be somewhat disastrous.

Yun Zhao bit her lip, her eyes immediately filled with tears, but she stubbornly prevented herself from crying.

"It’s okay now, no need to be afraid, what you saw is a Multi-faced Man, a very small ghost."

Yun Qi tried her best to comfort him with her words, easing his fears.

She told him that thing wasn’t scary, very small indeed.

Yun Zhao looked at her, not knowing if he absorbed her words, hesitating to speak.

Was Brother so scared he lost his voice?

It shouldn’t be the case.

Yun Qi widened her eyes at him, their eyes meeting.

Yun Zhao pointed elegantly with his slender fingers to his own mouth.

[Can I talk now?]

He seriously asked with his eyes.

Yun Qi: ...

Poof! Faced with such a situation, even the scholarly brother became adorably silly.

"Yes, you can." Yun Qi quickly restrained her laughter and said seriously, tilting her head with undisguised concern, making Yun Zhao feel warm inside, and a bit embarrassed.

He lowered his head, thoughtful for a moment, before saying:

"Qi, sorry."

Yun Zhao had a straightforward scientific mind, coupled with a tendency not to speak much, he was always concise but open-minded and straightforward, without hiding things.

Yun Qi squinted her eyes, instantaneously curling into crescents, her dimples seeming to hide some intoxicating wine, mesmerizing to look at.

"Brother, it’s okay, Qi likes you."

Just as the two lively treasures entered, they heard this sentence and exchanged glances immediately.

So young and already valuing looks!

Yun Zhao’s such aloof nature hadn’t offended anyone since returning home but managed to get Qi’s forgiveness quickly, along with a sweet smile; wasn’t it because of his face?

Thinking about it makes one mad, all being from the Yun Family, is being so strikingly handsome interesting?

Yun Qiuce discontentedly put down the lunchbox, muttering: "Yun Zhao, we brought you food, eat slowly, we’ll take Qi away first."

Saying so, not waiting for a response, he directly set to scoop her up.

Little Qi was scooped up around the waist, hanging from his arm like a cute accessory.

Yun Qi kicked her feet hard, "No, I want to talk to the pretty brother."

Actually, Yun Zhao was at a critical moment; although he seemed fine, he had been overly frightened.

Even a slight misstep could become a lifelong psychological shadow.

Yun Kuang lamented, "Aren’t I your pretty brother?"

Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang were also good-looking, but not the elegant and refined type like Yun Zhao.

So Yun Qi shook her head.

Yun Kuang left, covering his chest hurtfully.

Once again, only the two of them were left in the room.

Yun Zhao slowly drank his porridge, his cold and pleasant voice described the sequence of events.

After hearing it, Yun Qi’s little face was calm as water, nodding.

"Multi-faced Man, a sort of Little Ghost, likes to strip people of their faces, not well-known in authentic Mysticism because it was only recorded in witchcraft-related documents and only retains traces in remote areas’ Nuo culture. The authentic Xuan Sect is too arrogant to care for such rural legends, yet aren’t all ghost tales and derived Mysticism originated from the wilderness?"

Thousands of years ago, weren’t we all just specks of dust in the Great Wilderness World.

Yun Qi shook her head, sighing, with the demeanor of a little adult.

The neatly eating Yun Zhao at the side turned his head to look at her, realizing even such an impressive Little Dumpling had things she couldn’t comprehend.

He suddenly felt the distance between himself as a mortal and the Little Dumpling had lessened.

Thus he gathered the courage like Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang to naturally rub her little head, but his mind flashed back to his cold treatment of the Little Dumpling the day before when he returned home.

Feeling embarrassed, he pulled back his hand bashfully.

After much deliberation, he asked the question he’d been wanting to ask:

"Among the twelve people, why me?"

Yun Qi squinted her eyes, "Brother, the Multi-faced Man is a very low-level Little Ghost, formed from resentful souls, classified as a Puppet in some regions’ Nuo culture. Its brain..." She pointed to her head, "is not quite enough, its killing and bloodthirsty instinct surpasses its thinking, so it might have latched onto you because your face is good-looking."

Yun Zhao frowned.

Oh, he remembered, that cold hand sliding across his face, murmuring it wanted a face without expression.

He lowered his head, feeling awkward.

He used to think being called an iceberg was negative, a stone face.

He even thought it was not bad; an iceberg face through life scared many away, saving time from dull social exchanges.

Looking back now, sometimes people should smile more.

If not, even ghosts will fixate on you.

Yun Zhao, uneasily placing the lunchbox on the table, earnestly asked:

"Will it come again?"

"Even if it does, don’t be afraid, brother, I’m here." Yun Qi squinted her eyes, flashing a brilliant smile, like sunlight breaking through clouds, golden light illuminating the ground, adorably blinding.

"If you listen to me and take me out at night, I could beat it until it cries for its parents, but it’s not too late now, I could still make it cry for its parents."

"Hmm."

Previously, Yun Zhao disdained to use phrases like crying for its parents, even if he heard it, he would remark it as shallow in a high-profile manner.

But now he found it very descriptive, that kind of scaring Multi-faced Man deserved to be beaten until it cries for its parents.

By early evening, Yun Zhao was discharged.

Physically he only had minor injuries; the main problem was psychological. The doctor prescribed some calming medications, instructing him to recuperate well at home.

Upon returning home, Yun Zhao felt more stable emotionally.

The Yun Family’s flying eaves, carved corridors, along with the Evil Exorcism Talisman on the ground tiles, made him feel more at ease.

So he personally led the Little Dumpling into the room, "The luggage brought back from the survey area is here; if you want to see anything, just tell me, and I’ll fetch it for you."

Luggage was spread across the floor; this would have been impossible for Yun Zhao, suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yun Qi released her hand, stepping over various luggage with big strides.

Most were materials used during the survey, including changes of clothes, sneakers, etc.

Everything neatly organized, clothes and sneakers cleaned, separated with plastic bags.

A faint ghost energy could be smelled from the luggage, indicating the Multi-faced Man had been following him for a while.

"All normal luggage, apart from having a hint of ghost energy, everything else is fine..."

Speaking, Yun Qi looked up and saw the group photo on the desk.

Her eyes squinted dangerously; her soft voice filled with disdain, "So it was playing hide and seek after all."

Yun Zhao, puzzled, saw her open a box of vermillion, pressing her thumb hard on it, then she heavily rubbed her thumb onto the group photo.

Instantly, a faint dark mist appeared on the photo, slowly shaping into a human figure.

Yun Zhao was so scared he stepped back, his throat feeling choked like something grasping it, rendered speechless.

Unexpectedly, there was another person in the group photo, right beside him, a hand resting on his shoulder.

Yet, he was completely unaware, only staring at the camera.

Next, the added person instantly turned into a ghost face, the neck twisting eerily 90°, aligning parallel with the shoulder.

Every movement resembled a string puppet, with a strange sluggish feel.

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