[The Viscount returned to the room, and there was only his daughter Sara standing with her hands tied in the study. "He left." Sara replied. 】
["What? I'm right at the door... forget it, it must be one of those circus tricks again. What did he tell you?" The Viscount asked with a hint of disgust in his tone. "He said he would come back to see you later.
Me." Sara replied. "I understand, you go back to your room. Also, go to the etiquette teacher later to receive your punishment and see how you look like a noble now..."]
[Amidst the constant scolding of the Viscount, Sara just pursed her lips and said nothing. "Goodbye, father." When the Viscount finished speaking, Sara exited the study.]
[The door closed, leaving only the Viscount in the study. When no one was around, the Viscount shed his majesty as the head of the family, like a middle-aged man who is about to grow old.]
[At this moment, the Viscount raised his head and sniffed with a strange expression.]
[There seems to be an imperceptible smell of blood in the air. 】
["Uncle Housekeeper." "Hello, Miss." In the corridor, Sarah made standard etiquette and greeted the housekeeper, walking past each other. In the butler's pleased eyes, the smile on Sarah's face quickly disappeared and changed to
Gotta be indifferent.]
["Butler." The Viscount's voice came from the study, and the old housekeeper who heard the call walked into the study.]
["I have made a reservation with Earl Fran for the wedding of Sarah and Frances. It will be in a week." The Viscount said to the butler, "There will be many nobles attending the ceremony. You can make a list of those who need to be invited."
.”]
["Isn't this a bit urgent?" the old housekeeper asked slightly hesitantly. 】
["You can calm down Sarah as soon as possible. Her heart is about to be taken away by that wild boy." The Viscount snorted coldly, thought for a while and then added: "Also, remember to send an invitation to Andrew."
】
["Andrew?" The butler looked at the Viscount in a very strange way: "Are you talking about your brother Andrew? But he slipped and fell to death when he was ten years old..."]
[The Viscount was silent for a long time, as if he was remembering something. He slowly rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I don't know why I suddenly thought of him...Okay, let's do what we did before."]
["Okay, sir." The butler exited the study. 】
[The study became quiet again, and the Viscount began to handle the official affairs of the territory.]
[A trace of confusion remains deep in my heart.]
【……】
[Sarah walked around the corner of the corridor, her elegant steps became hurried, and she quickly left the mansion and walked along the outer wall to the bushes downstairs in the study.]
[But Sarah saw nothing. There was no Andrew's body, no cooling blood, or even an indentation - the neatly trimmed bushes swayed in the breeze, and Sarah could not feel a trace of warmth in the bright sunshine.]
[Andrew is gone, as if he had never fallen.]
[Sarah couldn't believe what she saw. She suddenly thought of something. She stood on tiptoes and looked into the bushes, and saw the handkerchief that fell with Andrew's body. 】
[The handkerchief fell in the middle of the bushes. Sarah squeezed into the bushes. The expensive silk dress was slashed, and her arms and calves were scratched one after another with tiny scars. Sarah ignored these and got the handkerchief.
】
[The snow-white handkerchief is as white as new and spotless, as if the crimson blood stained before was just her own illusion.]
【how so……?】
[Sara couldn’t understand the scene before her, and stood in a daze in the bushes that covered her waist.]
[At a certain moment, Sarah suddenly remembered the description of the devil that she had seen in an ancient book.]
[They incarnate dead people and walk around the world. They use evil and weird methods to lure people into depravity, causing them, full of sin, to return to hell after death and become minions of the devil. 】
[Sara gradually remembered the most, for example, she did have an uncle. Uncle Andrew died when she was not born, and there was no doll...]
[In order to determine something, Sarah struggled to run out of the bushes, lifted up her skirt, and ran back to the bedroom with the servants looking at her in surprise.]
【Danglang——】
[Sara opened the wooden box next to the closet, which was filled with memories of her past. The toys from her childhood, her favorite wooden comb, the cute bear doll... Sara turned to the bottom of the wooden box while rummaging. 】
【She didn't find the doll.】
【Her uncle is not human.】
【Her heart is full of fear.】
【But the next moment, the fear was dispelled by the determination in my heart.】
【No one can stop Sarah from resurrecting Adam.】
【Not even the devil.】
…
【Da——Da——Da——】
[Echoing footsteps sounded outside the basement.]
An obscure ancient voice rings in my ears.
Lu Li raised his head, and the black eyes hidden in the shadows were revealed, looking up the steps.
The wooden door is still closed properly.
The Baron, who was always paying attention to Lu Li, noticed his movements and looked up strangely.
[The footsteps stopped outside the basement door, falling into silence.]
Petra and the housekeeper also noticed something strange about Lu Li and looked here one after another.
[The servant Lu Li knew who was coming, but he still harbored hope and couldn't help but ask: "Who is it! Who is outside!"]
"Sarah is here?" Anna asked softly in her ear.
Lu Li didn't answer. He turned to look at the few people looking over here, then raised his head and stared at the dark walls of the basement.
Time passed by, and Lu Li did not respond to the obscure ancient voice, but the black mist of the evil spirit never descended.
["Strange, how come I heard someone talking...Who is it? Who is here?" A strange shout came from the woodshed above. It was not Sarah! Lu Li's heart was filled with joy, and he couldn't wait to face the outside.
Shouting loudly: "I'm here! Help me, let us out!"]
Lu Li remained silent, listening to the gray ancient voice echoing in his ears.
The black fog still hasn't descended.
["Did I hear it wrong?" The person on the ground muttered, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the woodshed. 】
[His footsteps are fading away. At this time, Lu Li only needs to shout loudly and tell the people on the ground, and he will be saved. Together with his beloved Irene, he can enjoy the bright sunshine, the care of his companions, and the far away threat of death.
.]
The obscure ancient voice paused, and the footsteps gradually became smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely.
Lu Li never responded.
【But he didn't.】
The voice that sounded was filled with regret and curse, and the obscure ancient sound gradually faded away.
[Lu Li lost his only chance to escape alive... What a pity... He will die like a poor man in a dark, damp and smelly basement. ]
Some kind of terrifying existence with malicious intentions escaped from Lu Li's surroundings.
