Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 103 Xiaotuanzi's words are the imperial decree

Yun Zhao didn't dare to open his eyes to look, but Yu Guang told him that there were many faces outside, all of them were up, down, left, and right, and all kinds of faces were intertwined, densely packed——

But this is unreasonable, so many faces mean that there are so many "people", and a car window is only as big as it is, so how can it be possible to squeeze so many people.

Soon, the scene in the front window of the car told him the answer.

On the front hood of the car slowly climbed up a huge monster, humanoid, with a stooped back and a tall figure, except for the arms and legs, the whole body was covered with a face.

Some are smiling, some are bloody, some are sad, and some are angry!

So many faces are presented in front of me, each with its own expression, each with its own emotions, but they all come from one body.

Yun Zhao's psychological defense completely collapsed, his whole body was drenched in sweat, the car drove off the viaduct and crashed into the green belt next to it, because of the speed of the car, it rushed out of the green belt again and knocked over the isolation fence.

Because it is a very expensive luxury car, no one was injured, but was hit and his mind was not clear.

"ghost!"

"It's a ghost!!!"

He actually bumped into a ghost, the remaining rationality told him.

The tires made a violent and unpleasant sound, rampaging on the road.

Yun Zhao subconsciously wanted not to hit pedestrians and innocent vehicles. It was this thought that made him suddenly realize that there was no one on the huge intersection, no traffic lights, no zebra crossing.

"Don't turn your head, don't agree, drive hard in the direction of the yellow light—"

Yellow light, where is the yellow light?

The car window was finally shattered, an arm stretched in and patted his shoulder, and a smiling face also stretched in, staring closely at him right next to his ear.

Yun Zhao gritted his teeth tightly, recalling that clear and sweet milk voice in his heart, he didn't turn his head, didn't look at it, and didn't agree.

More and more faces poured in, filling the entire carriage.

Some cried, some laughed, some opened their mouths and screamed...

A cold hand hooked his chin, stroking his superior mandible line, "It just so happens that I lack an expressionless face."

Yun Zhao's will almost collapsed, probably thinking of how he got so many faces.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and in the misty mist ahead, a yellow light lit up.

Without the red and green lights, it looks lonely, but the faint yellow light passes through the fog

So he ignored the hands and faces that were crowded in the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and roared in the direction of the yellow light.

It was this action that completely angered the faces in the carriage.

All the faces instantly turned into angry expressions, and countless pairs of eyes fixed on him.

"what--"

Countless mouths opened, and what came out turned out to be a sharp female cry.

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

A hand with sharp nails stretched out towards his face, but it was instantly cracked and shattered into pieces by the gust of wind pouring in from the window, releasing a strong smell of blood and being blown away by the wind.

Then all the faces in the carriage were emptied, and even the screams of unwillingness were gradually swallowed by the wind.

The car bumped into the road sign with a bang, and the fog in front dissipated. Several people stepped forward tentatively, looked into the car, and then one of them flexed his fingers and buckled the hood of the car.

"Dude..."

Yun Zhao woke up suddenly, staring at the front with wide eyes, trembling all over, with fear flowing in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Have you been drinking? You look quite young. Didn't you see the road builders? Several road signs were knocked off by us." The man said angrily.

Consciousness slowly came back, and Yun Zhao looked back and forth in panic. He drove into the underground passage, and the road was being repaired here, and roadblocks were erected front and back.

Fortunately, he braked in time and did not hit the worker.

Looking back at the yellow light just now, where is there any yellow light, I saw four or five stacked talismans scattered in the wind, slowly flying into the distance, and the faint yellow disappeared into the night.

In the middle of the night, the night sky was as black as ink, without any stars.

There was already a late summer bleak smell in the air.

Mr. Yun and Mrs. Yun, dressed anxiously, came to the hospital by car.

Yun Zhao was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, with slender and elegant arms hanging by his side, a thin needle stuck into a blood vessel, and then thick red blood quickly flowed into the hose.

After the blood was drawn, Old Master Yun asked in a deep voice, "Zhaoer, what's the matter?"

Yun Zhao shook his head, his expression was indifferent, but his heart was clear.

If such a bizarre car accident happened, they will definitely be investigated for drunk driving and drug driving according to the formal procedures.

He knew he wasn't drinking and wasn't worried about it.

But when he closed his eyes, there were still countless faces screaming in front of him.

I feel like my life will never get better.

The old man didn't know what happened to his grandson, so he could only exchange glances nervously.

The old man comforted his wife, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Did you bump into something you shouldn't have seen?"

There was a thick blackness between the brows, and a faint ghostly aura lingered on his body. The old man had roughly guessed what happened.

Yun Zhao lowered his head, still silent.

Xiaotuanzi said not to agree.

There is still a difference between grandpa and ghost, but now Xiaotuanzi's words are the imperial decree.

"Are you his parents? This child looks normal on the surface, he doesn't smell of alcohol or take drugs, but we checked the surveillance, and he drove down the viaduct by himself, and kept circling around the turn at the intersection. , It’s like being possessed by an evil spirit. So I want to ask your parents what’s going on, don’t you know about his situation? It’s not like quarreling with the family..."

The person in charge of Yunzhao's case was a young traffic policeman with a righteous face. Although he was very responsible, his youthful vigor was written on his face.

Old Master Yun chuckled, and very kindly pulled the traffic police aside to communicate, for fear of irritating Yun Zhao again.

Finally Yun Zhao looked over to them. There were not many people in the hospital in the middle of the night, let alone children.

Looking back in disappointment, that's right, the child is still awake at this point, he has long been sound asleep.

Thinking of Yun Qi's sleeping appearance, the anxious and dazed heart felt a little warm.

The younger sister is just asleep, and when she wakes up, she will come to rescue her brother.

Yun Zhao held his fingers nervously, his knuckles turned white, and counted the time in his heart as the minutes passed by.

Because he kept silent, the traffic police couldn't ask anything, and the blood test was fine, so he could only temporarily deal with it as being stimulated and emotionally unstable.

Wait till dawn.

After receiving the call, Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang rushed to the hospital with Yun Qi in their arms.

Yun Qi was still wearing snow-white pajamas and an orange carrot jacket with the zippers open. It was obvious that two treasures in the family rushed to help her put it on.

The old man and the old lady were already very satisfied with the thought of putting on a coat for her when the weather was cold in the morning.

I have never seen two live treasures so careful.

　I don’t know if you have seen "Pingtan Image", in which there is a character with a mask all over his body, which is the prototype of "a bunch of faces" in the article.

　　Brother Yun Zhao, who corrects mistakes when he knows them, is still very sweet.

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