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

Chapter 104 The Man with Many Faces, a Kind of Little Ghost
Yun Qi obviously didn't have time to comb her hair, one hair sticking out stubbornly.

Sleepy eyes, but still trying to stay awake, the milk voice is sweet and soft: "Brother——"

Looking at Yun Zhao——

Although he was quite frightened, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was scared.

Fortunately, Miao Miao, a rare school bully, was kept for the family.

Otherwise, the representatives sent by the younger generation in the family would be Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang, which would be somewhat of a disaster.

Yun Zhao bit his lip, his eyes glistened instantly, but he stubbornly refused to let himself cry.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, what you see is a multi-faceted man, a very small ghost."

Yun Qi tried her best to comfort him with her own words, and relieved him.

Tell the other person that the thing is not scary, it is very small.

Yun Zhao looked at her, not knowing if he had listened, he hesitated to speak.

Brother was frightened into aphasia?

Shouldn't be.

Yun Qi also stared at the past with her big eyes, her eyes met.

Yun Zhao pointed to his mouth with his slender and elegant fingers.

[Can you speak now? ]
He asked seriously with his eyes.

Yun Qi: ...

puff!Encountering this kind of thing, brother Xueba also became cute and cute.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yun Qi quickly restrained her smile, and said seriously, with her head tilted, her caring gaze was undisguised, which made Yun Zhao feel warm and a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head, narrowed his eyes and meditated, and said for a long time:
"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry."

Yun Zhao is a straight man thinking in science, and he doesn't like to talk, so he has always been concise, but he is an open-minded person who doesn't hide.

Yun Qi narrowed her eyes, and two crescent moons hung on her face in an instant, as if some intoxicating wine was hidden in the pear dimple, which made people fascinated.

"Brother, it's okay, Xiaoqi likes brother."

The two live treasures who had just entered the door just heard this sentence, and immediately exchanged glances.

So young, you can control your appearance!

With Yun Zhao's cold temper, he offended someone as soon as he got home, but it was not because of his face that he could make Xiao Qi forgive so quickly and even give him a sweet smile.

I get angry when I think about it, they are all from the Yun family, is it interesting that you are so handsome?

Yun Qiuce put down the lunch box unhappily, and muttered: "Yun Zhao, I brought you some food, you can eat slowly, we will take Xiao Qi away first."

As he spoke, he went to fish without waiting for anyone to speak.

Xiao Qi was picked up by his waist and hung on his arm, like a cute pendant.

Yun Qi kicked her feet vigorously, "No, I want to talk to my pretty brother."

In fact, Yun Zhao was still in a critical period at this time, and he seemed to be fine, but in fact he was overly frightened.

A little carelessness may be a lifetime psychological shadow.

Yun Kuang was heartbroken, "Aren't I your pretty brother?"

Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang are also good-looking, but they are not the elegant and handsome type like Yun Zhao.

So Yun Qi shook her head.

Yun Kuang was very hurt and left while clutching his heart.

Once again it was just the two of them in the ward.

Yun Zhao drank the porridge slowly, and described the cause and effect of the matter in a cool and pleasant voice.

After Yun Qi finished listening, her face was as calm as water, and she nodded.

"Many-faced man, a kind of little ghost, likes to deprive people of their faces. Few people know about it in orthodox metaphysics, because it was only recorded in witchcraft-related books before, and now it is only recorded in Nuo culture in remote areas. There are traces left in it. The orthodox Taoism is very arrogant and looks down on those mountain legends. In fact, all the ghost rumors and derived metaphysics come from the mountains.”

Tens of thousands of years ago, who was not a speck of dust in the wild world.

Yun Qi shook her head, sighed, she looked like a little adult.

Yun Zhao, who was quietly eating porridge, turned his head to look at her. It turned out that such a powerful Xiaotuanzi had something that he couldn't understand.

Immediately, he felt that as a mortal, the distance between himself and Xiaotuanzi was getting closer.

So he plucked up the courage to rub her little head naturally like Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang did, but in his mind he remembered the indifference towards Xiaotuanzi when he just got home yesterday.

Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

After deliberating for a long time, I asked what I have always wanted to ask:
"A group of twelve people, why is it me?"

Yun Qi narrowed her eyes, "Brother, the multi-faced man is a very low-level brat, transformed by grievances and grievances, and is classified as a puppet in the Nuo culture in some places. Here..." She pointed to her head, "Not quite Enough, the instinct to kill and bloodthirsty is stronger than thinking, so it may only haunt you because your face is better."

Yun Zhao frowned.

Oh, I remembered, that cold hand brushed across his face, saying that he wanted an expressionless face.

He lowered his head, embarrassed.

It used to be said that he was an iceberg with facial paralysis.

Does he still feel that this is not good? Walking around the world with an iceberg face scares away many people, so there is no need to waste time on boring social interactions.

Look now, sometimes people still have to laugh more.

Otherwise, the ghosts will follow you.

Yun Zhao put the lunch box on the table uneasily, and asked seriously:
"Then will it come again?"

"Don't be afraid to come, brother, I'm here." Yun Qi narrowed her eyes, showing a bright smile, like the sun tearing up the dark clouds, and the golden light shining on the earth, so cute that it dazzles the eyes.

"If you listen to me and take me out at night, you can beat him until you cry on the spot, but it's not too late, you can still beat him until you cry."

"Ah."

In the past, Yun Zhao didn't bother to use words such as crying for father and mother, even if he heard it, he would comment coldly on the shallowness of the last sentence.

But now I feel that it is very vivid, a ghost like the multi-faced man who scares people should be beaten to the point of crying.

In the evening, Yun Zhao was discharged from the hospital.

There were only a few physical bumps, but the main problem was psychological. The doctor prescribed some calming and calming medicine, and ordered him to rest at home.

Back home, Yun Zhao's mood became more stable.

The cornices and corners of the Yun family, the carved corridors and painted buildings, and the exorcism talismans on the floor tiles all made him feel more at ease.

So he personally led Xiaotuanzi into the room, "All the luggage brought back from the inspection site is here. Just tell me what you want to see, and I will help you get it."

Luggage was spread all over the floor. In the past, it would have been absolutely impossible for Yun Zhao, who has a serious cleanliness disorder.

Yun Qi let go of her hand, and walked over all kinds of luggage with big strides.

Most of them are the materials used in the inspection, as well as a change of clothes, sneakers, etc.

They are all organized, the clothes and sneakers are cleaned, and they are separated by plastic bags.

A faint ghostly smell could be smelled from the luggage, it seemed that the multi-faceted man had been following him for a while.

"It's all normal luggage, except for the ghostly smell, everything else is fine..."

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

Eyes narrowed dangerously, Naiyin disdainfully said, "So I'm playing peek-a-boo."

Unknown, Yun Zhao went in and saw her open a box of cinnabar, pressed his thumb on it vigorously, and then wiped his thumb heavily on the group photo.

In an instant, an indifferent black air appeared on the photo, slowly transforming into the appearance of a person.

Yun Zhao took a step back in fright, as if something was strangling deep in his throat, he was speechless.

In the group photo, there was an extra person beside him, with a hand on his shoulder.

And he didn't realize it, just staring at the camera.

Then, the extra person instantly turned into a grimace, and the neck was twisted 90 degrees strangely, parallel to the neck.

Every movement is like a marionette, with a strange sense of stagnation.

　Third update today.

　　Watching social news makes me very angry, if only there is a god who upholds justice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)