The ghostly fog dispersed and the cold moonlight shone into the courtyard.

After sending off the three special teams, the surroundings fell silent.

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Unlike Morgana's indifference, Celia was clearly nervous. He wondered when the two of them had become so close. She kept pulling Morgana around to look around.

Brian chuckled and whispered in Celia's ear, "Hey! My dear lady in high heels, something is coming out. Don't be frightened later."

Celia jumped at that. She did not want Brian to underestimate her.

"Hmph! I'm not afraid of anything! I'm not afraid of demons!"

Before he could finish speaking!

Suddenly, her expression changed.

She stared nervously behind Brian.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably as if he had seen something incredible.

"Mr… Mr. Brian, there's… there's a… head…"

"Where?"

"Behind you!"

"What head? Big head or little head?" Brian teased.

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

Morgana's words were filled with contempt.

With the help of their gazes, they saw a pitch-black ball-like thing rolling out from the dark corner.

It turned out to be a round black ball that looked somewhat similar to a football.

However, when he took a closer look, it was no football. It was clearly a rolling head.

A little boy about seven or eight years old slowly walked out from the corner.

The moonlight shone on the boy's body, but there was not a shadow on the ground.

Everyone could tell that something was amiss.

In other words, this child was definitely not a normal human being.

Only then did Celia understand!

Did Brian come here to destroy ghosts?

'Oh! Damn it, why didn't you tell me in advance? I should have called the troops over.'

It was too late to say anything now!

Celia's hand crept to her waist.

Although she knew that firearms were useless against demons and ghosts, she still felt more confident with a weapon in hand.

After a while, the little boy came to Brian and stopped about ten steps away.

"Keke! Uncle! Sister, how are you? Can you help me pick up the ball?"

Although he was asking for help, the boy's eyes were burning, especially when he looked at everyone's heads. His eyes were practically glowing red.

"Brat, how could you address me that way?"

Brian raised his eyebrows. He was obviously not happy with the term "uncle".

"These two are my girlfriends. If you call them sister, call me brother. Got it?"

"Be good! Call me brother and I'll return the ball to you!"

Hearing this, Celia laughed out loud.

Her smile removed a lot of the tension in her body.

"Hey! Lady in high heels, my charm is universally acknowledged. Why are you laughing?"

"No, I thought of something funny. Continue, continue!"

"What's so funny that you're laughing so happily?"

"Well, my best friend is married!"

Tsk! What's so funny about that? I have to say, lady in high heels, you're really funny.

Ignoring Celia, Brian turned to the boy.

"Hey! Brat, where were we?"

"Oh! Right, call me brother. Not only will I return the ball to you, but I'll also teach you a unique skill for free. You have to consider it carefully!"

The little boy was still indifferent as he stared straight at everyone's foreheads.

Suddenly, his red eyes flashed.

Bang! There was a sudden explosion!

The black ball under his feet suddenly exploded, and red and white liquid scattered in all directions.

Oh! Damn brat, he actually launched a sneak attack!

Brian quickly pulled the two of them back, nearly spilling the unknown liquid.

Green and red liquid dripped onto the ground, emitting black smoke. It was unknown what kind of scene it would be if it landed on a person.

"Ding! Absorb part of the ghost aura, ghost aura+5!"

"F*ck! Seems like you want to do this the hard way! Tsk!"

Seeing that the kid had made his move, Brian did not hesitate and rolled up his sleeves.

A scorching energy burst forth from his body, and a ball of flames appeared in his palm.

Brian waved his right hand and the flames chased after the boy ghost.

The boy ghost was still feeling proud of his masterpiece when he was caught off guard by the ball of flames. The flames quickly expanded and several large holes were instantly burned in his clothes.

A gentle breeze blew and the helpless little thong began to sway with the wind.

Celia and Morgana saw this and blushed and spat at the rogue before turning away.

The damage was not small and it was extremely insulting.

The boy ghost had a strange expression on his face. Even though he was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, it was hard to express his anger.

They had always been the ones toying with other people. Unexpectedly, he had also experienced the joy of being a victim today.

Exasperated, a sharp sound escaped his mouth.

"Mommy, a bad guy broke my ball and burned me. Help!"

"Quick, compensate me with your heads!"

Brian did not hold back anymore. He grabbed the small collar and lifted the small body up.

Out of habit, he took a deep breath!

A fiery slap landed on the boy ghost's butt.

"Ding! A portion of the ghost aura has been eliminated. Ghost aura+5!"

"Ding! A portion of the ghost aura has been eliminated. Ghost aura+10!"

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"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"

After Brian slapped him a few times, the boy ghost did not beg for mercy. Instead, his eyes were filled with ferocity as he shouted that he would kick everyone's heads like a ball!

'Aiya, kid, do you want to go to heaven? Does your family know that you are so arrogant outside?!'

So, Brian struck again…

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

…

As he lectured him on how to behave, he did not stop slapping.

This strange scene stunned the two girls who were watching from the side. This was the first time they had seen such a strange ghost-catching scene.

Morgana seemed to recall the last time she had been defeated by Brian. She silently turned her head to the side. Everyone was looking at the boy. No one noticed her odd behavior.

The only sound in the empty courtyard was Brian's magnetic voice.

"Not only are you lying, you're also slandering others."

"Who asked you to kick someone's head like a ball? You're thinking of killing someone before you've even grown your hair."

"Most importantly, you actually called me uncle. Do you have an uncle as young as me?"

At that moment, there were only a few pieces of cloth left on the Fey Phantasm boy's clothes. When the scorching flames hit him, he felt a burning pain. He could no longer withstand it.

"Boohoo, stop hitting me… I'll call you brother, okay? Brother, stop hitting me…"

"Louder, you're mimicking a mosquito's buzz. I didn't hear you clearly!"

The boy ghost was frightened by the slap and looked dejected.

"Brother, brother, handsome big brother, please stop fighting!"

"Children should be polite, understand? Even if you're a ghost, you can't be so unreasonable. Don't twist other people's heads and play with them for no reason!"

"Understood, I won't do it again!"

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