After waiting for a while, Fang Zhiyi was a little puzzled, so he simply jumped off the bed. However, the iron chains on his wrists restricted his movement. Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyi reached out and began to dismantle the bed.

"If the iron chain can't be broken, can't we do something about a broken bed?" he muttered to himself, then suddenly kicked the already rusty iron bed, causing it to twist. Xiao Hei grimaced in disbelief.

"So you have extremely strong mental strength, tsk, that's too violent."

Fang Zhiyi dragged the two iron chains and kicked the door open, exposing the gloomy corridor in front of him. The lights on the wall emitted a pale white light, and there was a cold atmosphere all around.

As he stepped out of the room, the iron chains were dragged along the ground, making a rattling sound.

As he passed the next room, Fang Zhiyi glanced back and saw an old woman sitting on the bed, muttering something to herself. He tilted his head in confusion, then pushed open the door and went inside.

The old woman didn't turn around, but just hummed a song. Fang Zhiyi slowly walked to her side and then saw the wrinkled thing she was holding. The withered and thin body had no head, but a huge eyeball was on its neck.

His eyes met his gaze, and his eyes looked visibly blank.

The next moment, its neck was grabbed, and its whole body began to struggle.

"Um, um, what was that thing again?" Fang Zhiyi couldn't quite remember the demon's name, so she simply asked, "Where's Greyhound?"

The eyeball struggled incessantly, trying to confuse the intruding human with its eyes, but to no avail. It was met with a slap, and with just one slap, the eyeball shattered instantly. Fang Zhiyi immediately released it and threw it to the ground: "What the hell? Can't you talk?"

The old woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses, turning to look at Fang Zhiyi: "Who are you? Where is my grandson? I..."

Her figure gradually became transparent, and Fang Zhiyi, seeing this, roughly understood what was going on.

This mental prison has given rise to their most terrifying nightmare.

One room after another was pushed open, and one low-level demon after another was beaten and kicked by Fang Zhiyi.

In the real world, those who were possessed and whose families were at a loss gradually regained consciousness and became so excited that they began to pray to the idol.

A child who was foaming at the mouth suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the bed. The exorcist who was performing the exorcism was a little confused. He hadn't even used his power yet.

But in the blink of an eye, he immediately took the credit for the successful exorcism.

The noises coming from other rooms had already disturbed some low-level demons, who stopped what they were doing, wondering what had happened. Could it be that those ridiculous exorcists had broken in? Impossible.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyi was pulling on a scarecrow, tearing off the straws from its body one by one.

"Will you tell or not? Will you tell or not?"

The scarecrow was going crazy: "Tell me! Ask away!"

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback: "Didn't I ask?" He was a little embarrassed. "Oh, right, do you know where that person is? That Xigou."

The scarecrow froze, its crimson eyes darting around rapidly. After a long while, it shook its head in despair: "I...I don't know any greyhounds, I..."

Fang Zhiyi turned it sideways, about to break it, when suddenly the surrounding environment melted and dissipated again.

The scarecrow fell to the ground, its face beaming with the joy of surviving a disaster.

"I survived! I survived!!!"

It rushed out the door, and the entire corridor was filled with its hoarse, unpleasant cries.