"Are you out of your mind? Those are the boss's parents!"

"What's so great about parents! I... Ugh!!"

It was obvious that its mouth was covered.

After returning to her room, Fang Zhiyi finally fell asleep again.

As he drifted off to sleep, the surroundings changed again. It was still that long corridor, but now the greyhound was standing next to him, rubbing its hands together.

"Boss, we're back again."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fang Zhiyi discovered that everything around him had melted away, and then he was thrown out of that world.

He opened his eyes and found himself still lying in his own bed in his room, the noisy demons gone.

"So you finally found me after all." Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed. "Too bad it's too late."

Fang Zhiyi knew that with his frequent trouble-making in that world, he would eventually attract the attention of the higher-ups there. The simplest way to deal with someone like him was to cut off his connection with that world.

"So you mean you can't go back to that world when you sleep?" Xiao Hei asked.

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Yes."

"No wonder you've caused so much trouble..."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and touched her chest, closing her eyes to feel something.

In the world called the Abyss, the greyhound looked around uneasily. There were more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him fiercely, as if they were about to tear him apart at any moment.

Fortunately, they didn't move.

"The lord is waiting for you."

The greyhound followed behind them somewhat nervously. In truth, demons don't feel anything special about the death of their own kind, but for a demon to feel fear is a great insult.

That eerie human will never appear again. Now we need to ask Uresk what he did to provoke such a terrifying human.

The narrow corridor came to a close, where the walls on both sides turned into rock walls. Continuing forward, a scorching heat hit you. This was a spacious hall where a dozen or so demons were gathered. The horned demon sitting in the chair, exuding an oppressive aura, was the high-ranking demon lord who ruled Uresk.

The demon lord merely glanced at Uresk, his tone contemptuous: "Your sins are so grave."

A simple sentence made Uresk's legs go weak and his mind go blank.

"What exactly happened to that human?" The ram-headed lord's fingers, covered in sharp nails, rubbed against the armrest of his chair, making a harsh sound. "Thirty-eight low-ranking demons died, Uresk, you must provide an explanation."

“I…” Uresk felt wronged. “I didn’t choose this person, and now you’re asking me when things go wrong?” “I don’t know.”

It truly doesn't know.

The ram-headed lord abruptly stopped what he was doing: "Are you talking back to me?"

Uresk took a step back, somewhat fearful: "I wouldn't dare."

"Who exactly is that human... um?"

As the ram-headed lord tilted his head in confusion, the other demons all looked at Uresk.

Suddenly, Uresk grabbed his own neck, tilted his head back and fell to the ground, his body twisting and turning. His body was already long and slender and disordered, making him look extremely strange at this moment.

The ram-headed lord narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. He hadn't made a move, so why had this low-level demon suddenly lost consciousness?

Suddenly, Uresk opened its mouth and let out a long sigh. Its eyes darted around rapidly, and its entire body sat up straight.