A red sun, a symbol of dusk, hangs in the sky of Victoria, reflected in the neat streets of St Bell Street, flanked by two rows of courtyards, Victoria's famously wealthy district, where two teams of Bates private security guards patrol every day.

The entire St. Bell Street was the property of the Bates family, and the second courtyard was divided by the family to the second son Brian, who was not inhabited by the family because Brian was away all the year round, and was only handed over to servants every day.

These were seen in an introduction to St. Bert II in the car.

"This is it, Your Highness the Ghost" Brighter still insisted on calling the little ghost His Highness, and no matter how much the little ghost resisted the title, it seemed that it could not change Bright's mind.

The little ghost nodded helplessly, and walked to the courtyard accompanied by Bright.

The courtyard is decorated in a typical Victorian aristocratic style, with marble strips and a herringbone wooden roof, a dark red exterior three-dimensional design, and linen-colored floor-to-ceiling curtains tucked around the windows. It shows the calm and subtle of Victorian style.

But the little ghost found that the courtyard seemed to be a little different from the traditional Victorian style, the dark red brick walls only looked dull, and the pale strip details made people feel weird, and the little ghost couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

This was clearly not the style that the cheerful Brian liked, and the style of the courtyard, while similar to the bedroom where the little ghost lived on the ship, was more oppressive.

"Your Highness, please go and settle down in the house first," Bright said coldly, and he muttered for a moment, "and there will be servants serving you later. ”

"Well, I see. The little ghost remained silent, followed Bright, the further he went, the deeper the strange feeling, the oak furniture that should be reassuring was replaced by a chilling locust wood at the moment, the light was very dim, the furniture seemed to be engraved with some symbols, the little ghost could not see clearly, only felt that his heart was crushed by the boulder, and he was a little out of breath.

The fireplace was burning, but it wasn't warm at all, and there was an imperceptible and unsettling smell in the air, and the little ghost struggled to remember, but couldn't remember what it was.

It felt familiar from the depths of the bloodline, but it was very unfamiliar.

From time to time there would be servants walking around the house, and they would salute Brightle when they saw him, but as if they hadn't seen the little ghost, they quickly left to go about their work, and every one of them had no expression on his face, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in his eyes.

The increasingly heavy and eerie atmosphere occupied the little ghost's heart, and he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Bright, it's too depressing here, can you change your style, I'm a little... I can't accept it. ”

He was a little skeptical that this was Brian's yard after all, that everything here was not in line with Brian's cheerful character, no... This is not a place where humans can live at all.

"Of course, my dear ghost highness, Master Brian has commanded, you will be the master of this courtyard in the future, but these people..."Brighter spoke, he raised his hand to the servants, "They can't be changed, those children, like me, have served the Bates family for generations, and they can't leave here..."

"Oh? looks like you mean... You want to drive me away?" the little ghost raised an eyebrow, which obviously wouldn't be what Brian meant.

He had already seen the strangeness of the butler named Bright, and he was sure from the time he saw the servants that Bright's gaze was also full of madness, and it was difficult to detect it without careful observation.

He had already determined what the smell was just now—the scent of lycoris flowers from the hell of despair, the smell of the filthy devils of hell.

"Devil believers?" the thought intensified in the little ghost's heart, the scent of flowers in the air grew heavier, and the air of despair permeated the entire courtyard of St. Bell II, and he couldn't help but be vigilant, and touched the Swiezer standard knife that Brian had given him.

"Don't dare. Bright clapped his hands as he spoke, "But my children seem to have some distrust of His Highness, and they want to be close to His Highness" His voice has completely changed tone, and some are as hoarse as the scavenging jackdaws in the home of the little ghost.

The servants, no, should be called the devil servants now, and they slowly walked towards the little ghost, their steps slow and stiff, their faces gradually distorted, and strange smiles and angry expressions intertwined on their faces to form a frightening painting.

"Is that really the case?" the little ghost confirmed his thoughts, after two months of contact, the little ghost can swear by the blood of the ghost, Brian is definitely not a devil, there must be some changes in the Bates family after Brian left.

The little ghost's training in swordsmanship for two months showed an important role at this moment, when the first servant pounced in front of him with a beast-like scream, he turned sideways and suddenly stabbed the long knife in his hand, and the powerful explosive force directly penetrated the servant's heart, and the little ghost drew the knife and sheathed it. The corpse was planted homeopathically.

The rich floral fragrance is a little lethargic, making people unconsciously show a yearning smile.

The Oni have a deep hatred for their distant relatives in Hell, and in Isère's history, every time the devil comes, it is often the strong man of the Oni clan who comes to kill the devil or his followers.

"Who's your master?" Dispel?" said a sinister smile on the little ghost's delicate face, and the long knife was pointed at Bright's head.

“Δενσουαξίζειναξέρεις.” Bright's voice was not any kind of human language at all, and he screamed hoarsely with a strong cold aura.

The little ghost understood what he said, it was devil's language.

Due to the same ancestor, the Devil's language is very close to the Ghost Clan's language, which roughly means "you don't deserve to know".

"Filthy hell crawler, have you forgotten that the head of the Desperate Monarch is still hanging from the gates of the Ghost King?" replied the little ghost in the same devilish language, looking at Brightle playfully.

The devil's language is the most important part of the ghost clan's language system, and their extreme hatred and hatred for the devil make them engrave the devil's language in the ghost clan's bloodline.

"What is the appearance of your so-called ghost king, my dear little ghost highness?" Bright, smirking similarly.

"Even if my country is destroyed, as long as there is still a little blood of the ghost clan in the world, I will not let you hell reptiles succeed," the little ghost laughed, and he smelled a little conspiracy from Bright's words.

Without waiting for Bright's reply, the little ghost rushed directly towards Bright, Bright hurriedly screamed when he saw this, beckoning the devil's servants to rush towards the little ghost one after another, the little ghost lowered his body center of gravity, opened his arms, slashed at the crowd, and swung the knife continuously, at this moment, the cultivation of the sword technique for two months played a role, and a cold light flashed, cutting off the bodies of several servants.

The little ghost laughed wildly, urging the blood of the ghost clan to the limit, cutting off the heads of all the devil servants, the long horn black light on the top of the little ghost's head flickered, and the blood splashed all over his body, the little ghost didn't know that when the blood of the devil cultist splashed on his body, the ghost rune was twisted, and a subtle bud grew at the mouth of his heart.

At this time, his physical strength and magic power were almost squandered, but he held on to prevent himself from showing his defeat.

As if he had been hit hard, Bright saw that the hordes of devil servants did not stop the little ghost like a demon god, screamed and cut off his arm, threw it at the little ghost, turned around and jumped out of the window, and ran towards the backyard, the arm burned with pale flames, and was cut down by the little ghost, and turned into petals and fell.

The little ghost hurriedly chased after him, turned over and jumped out of the window, but was surprised by the strange scene in front of him, and stood in the backyard in a daze, not knowing what to say.

The sky had completely darkened, and a waning moon hung in the sky, shining brightly, in the backyard of the courtyard of No. 2 Rue Saint-Bell, and everything seemed to be extremely peaceful.