The faint aura emanating from the prison door was a million times stronger than that of the temple.

This is still in a sealed state; if this person hadn't been injured, who knows how powerful they would be.

Chu Feng pursed his lips, looked at the enormous head, and fell into deep thought.

The space was filled with darkness, and he didn't know how to get out. The only hope for survival lay in this head.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? Yes! Who am I? Who am I?... "

His head seemed to be going mad, constantly asking itself questions.

"Sigh—he's a madman!" Chu Feng sighed heavily, feeling utterly helpless.

"who I am?"

"Hahaha, who am I?"

......

Looking at the increasingly frenzied head, Chu Feng seemed to have thought of something.

Are you looking for your bones?

In an instant, the madman's head quieted down, and his fierce eyes briefly regained a semblance of calm.

"Yes, I'm looking for my bone, and you have the scent of bone on you. Please give it back to me, please... Waaaaah—"

The more he talked, the more agitated he became, and he was about to descend into madness again.

Chu Feng pursed his lips, as if he had grasped important information.

"I can give you your bones and even help you break the seal! But first you have to tell me how to get back?"

"You...you really will help me break the seal?"

The head resembled that of a child, and the voice was exceptionally excited.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, we can sign a divine contract!" Chu Feng patted his chest and made a solemn promise.

"Waaaaah—you're such a kind person! Thank you!"