The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 191 - 189 The Smell of Death in the Snowflakes

Chapter 191: Chapter 189 The Smell of Death in the Snowflakes

"Armor, come out and see if it’s your companion."

Yun Qi said, releasing the armor from the painting and stepping forward to knock on the door.

Everyone on the bus was extremely tense; the driver lay on the floor, tied up tightly and covered in wounds.

Yun Qi stepped up, tiptoed, and knocked on the door.

Only to hear a tense voice from inside:

"Who?"

"Shh, don’t speak, you can’t answer, or your soul will be sucked away by others."

Yun Qi: "???"

"It’s me, here to get you out."

"Shh... it seems they’ve changed their strategy and are using a child’s voice to lure us out. We can’t fall for it."

"Yes, don’t be fooled, hold your breath."

Yun Qi smiled faintly, surprised by how vigilant these people were.

With a loud bang, the door swung open.

Screams erupted from inside the bus, "Ahhh!"

"A monster has broken in, get ready."

With his hands behind his back, Yun Qi confidently walked in, only to see everyone on the bus raising whatever weapons they had on hand—some wielded thermos bottles, some had dismantled iron bars from the bus, others brandished brooms and mops, and some even took off their shoes...

Everyone glared fiercely, showing a death-defying determination to go down with the monster.

Yun Qi smiled sweetly and proudly puffed out his chest, "Looks like everyone’s here, not a single one missing. Alright, let’s all head home with Qi."

The tourists, evidently frightened out of their wits, did not react; they exchanged anxious glances, seeking more strength and reassurance from their companions.

Eventually, the tour guide, trembling, asked, "Y-y-you’re not the monster?"

"Huh? Is this what the monsters you’ve seen look like?" Yun Qi smiled, dimples playfully adorning the corners of his mouth, his big eyes twinkling like the morning star in the dark night sky.

"Are you here to save us?" The tour guide was already shaking, looking incredulous.

Yun Qi didn’t answer her; he noticed the driver still lying on the ground, face covered with bluish-gray veins, eyes rolling back. He immediately stepped forward and placed a Spirit Talisman on the driver’s forehead.

The driver began to tremble violently, then vomited out dirty water; slowly, the gray haze in his eyes gathered into pupils, focus returned to his eyes, and the bluish-gray veins on his face gradually faded away. He asked in confusion, "What happened? Huh? Why am I tied up?"

At this point, everyone believed Yun Qi, and someone immediately burst into tears, some hugged the person next to them, and someone excitedly tried to grab Yun Qi’s hand.

Yun Qi sidestepped slightly, his eyes clear, voice sweet, "Alright, come with me."

After saying this, he got off the bus, the people inside still celebrating their narrow escape. Yun Qi figured he should give them some time.

He approached the armor, which was half-kneeling, extending its arm. Just a light touch, and the half-broken leg beneath its arm instantly crumbled into dust.

It stood up, the hollow helmet "looking at" Yun Qi, "It’s my comrade, but also not."

"What do you mean?"

"We’ve been in the tomb chamber for thousands of years; our flesh long decayed, leaving only bones. These guys are indeed my comrades from the tomb, but their bodies were later remade by someone using clay."

Yun Qi nodded in understanding, explaining why they were so fragile.

But this fragility was relative to himself; when faced with ordinary people, like the tourists, the clay bodies were more than enough.

"Someone took you out of the tomb and rebuilt your bodies with clay to send you back to battle." Yun Qi summarized, pondering for a moment, and then snorted disdainfully with his childlike voice.

Quite cunning, he thought. The fallen soldiers might still retain memories from their past lives. Some people first used clay to reshape their bodies and then cast spells to make them mistakenly believe they were still on the battlefield, and the modern people they encountered were cleverly disguised enemies.

That’s why the soldiers attacked as soon as they saw people.

"Return now." Yun Qi put away the armor, formed sealing hand signs with both hands, and then pressed the handprint onto the ground, instantly creating the same array formation as before.

A faint golden light flickered, and the array expanded with a roar, suddenly drawing in the bus and the hugging, weeping tourists from afar.

Swoosh!

A bus suddenly landed on the previously vacant ground, causing a slight tremor, and dust rose up.

Vice Director Liu, caught off guard, ended up with a mouthful of dirt. As he was about to curse, he suddenly noticed a bus had appeared before him.

In disbelief, he stepped forward and rubbed his eyes hard. The cold touch of the bus felt so real that he immediately grinned and opened his arms to hug Yun Qi, "Little Master, you’re amazing..."

Yun Qiuce stepped in and hugged Yun Qi away, leaving Vice Director Liu hugging the air, awkwardly shaking his hands.

The next day, the news that the bus and tourists had vanished was released.

In a television interview, tourists resolutely claimed they encountered a sandstorm, the driver got lost, the navigation system failed, and they had no idea where they ended up. After the sandstorm passed, they cautiously tried to find their way back and coincidentally met the rescue team, leading to a happy ending for everyone.

Yun Qiuce lounged lazily on the sofa, flipping channels with a remote out of boredom. At this time, every TV program was reporting this incident. He sneered lightly, "They actually covered it up. I thought with so many people missing for nearly three days, someone would suspect something was off."

"The 49th Bureau is like that; they can make the real seem fake and the fake seem real. For example, Uncle, you’re really clumsy, but the 49th Bureau could say you’re the smartest person in the world. Then they could create various illusions in your daily life, ensuring you get perfect scores on every test, and everyone would praise you as a genius. Over time, you’d genuinely believe you are a genius."

"I see." Yun Qiuce nodded, then reconsidered. Wasn’t his little niece using him as a bit too exaggerated an example?

Yun Qiuce stood up, intending to open the window for fresh air, when his eyes suddenly brightened, "Hey? It’s snowing?!"

Yun Qi raised his head, the snowflakes outside the window reflecting in his clear pupils. Immediately, he shuffled in his slippers and ran over to Yun Qiuce.

The window was wide open, allowing the cold wind to blow in. Yun Qi extended his pale, delicate hand, and a crystal-clear snowflake gently fell into his palm, melting into a tiny droplet of water.

Yun Qiuce clicked his tongue, "It’s only the end of October, and it’s already snowing. Though it seems normal. I heard the Northwest has unpredictable weather; sometimes it even snows in July or August."

Yun Qi brought the drop of water in his palm to his nose and sniffed intently, a look of puzzlement and surprise in his eyes.

"Uncle, this snow carries the breath of the dead."

"Huh???" Yun Qiuce was shocked, "That can’t be." He said so, but he still retracted his hand, "The breath of the dead? Qi, do you mean..."

"This snow isn’t just falling due to weather changes; it drifted down from the Snow Mountain."

Under the hazy moonlight, with the cold wind whining, tiny snowflakes atop the Snow Mountain were swept up by a strong wind, producing a sharp whistling sound in the air.

In an instant, a woman’s figure formed.

The woman was all white, cold and sacred like an ice sculpture, her face too enchanting, adding an air of wickedness. As she spread her arms, dense black crow feathers unfurled behind her, thickly layered and covering the sky. The intense contrast of black and white created a bizarre and mysterious beauty.