Screams came from outside the window, as if someone had been greatly frightened.

Fang Zhiyi put her hand on the snake spirit's shoulder: "Move aside."

The snake spirit shook her head like a rattle drum.

The next moment, it realized that its demonic energy was being frantically drawn towards the human in front of it. The snake demon was shocked and retreated instantly.

Fang Zhiyi's original mortal body began to gradually exude a powerful aura.

This is Lao Gui's theory, and it's surprisingly useful.

As she felt the demonic energy surging through her body, Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"Your Majesty! A mortal infiltrating a demonic aura is doomed!" Big Yellow rushed over quickly. "Your Majesty, why are you doing this..."

Fang Zhiyi's raised hand was abruptly stopped by it.

"If I come and nothing changes, then what is the point of my coming?"

"Your Majesty..."

With each step Fang Zhiyi took, it felt as if his bones were being squeezed tightly, but he did not stop.

"The world of Journey to the West is always this dangerous..."

Xiao Hei patted him on the shoulder: "Maybe we should just forget about it."

"Fine? Are you insulting me?"

At this moment, Old Tang watched as his daughter laughed wildly as she picked up a kitchen knife, muttering to herself, "I'll kill you all first, then I'll kill myself, hahahahaha, you're all going to die, you're all going to die."

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..." Old Tang trembled as he held his wife, never dreaming that these evil spirits would possess his daughter.

"If I can't kill him, I'll kill you all, kill everyone." The possessed woman hummed a little tune as she sharpened her knife; she enjoyed the feeling of being feared.

Just as she grinned and raised her knife, a figure burst through the door and kicked her away.

"Who!" The woman turned her head with a ferocious expression, only to see a face even more ferocious than hers.

"Your ancestors!" Fang Zhiyi endured the excruciating pain all over his body and stepped forward to slap a talisman on the woman's body. Old Tang stared blankly as a red-clothed vengeful ghost suddenly sprang out from his daughter's body. He screamed in fright and closed his eyes.

"Fang Zhiyi! I hate her..."

Before He Yuling could finish speaking, Fang Zhiyi grabbed her hair and began to beat her.

"You hate them? Who do you hate for messing around? Who do you hate for having bad taste in men? Did they kill you? You've lost all shame, haven't you? So what if you're a nepotism benefactor?"

With each question, Fang Zhiyi would slam his fist down. He Yuling was terrified. She couldn't understand why Fang Zhiyi had become so terrifying. How could he hit her?

When Old Tang opened his eyes again, the ghost was nowhere to be seen except for the mess in the house and his unconscious daughter.

But then came the sounds of cursing and footsteps from the street outside. The sounds gradually faded away, accompanied by a woman's pleas for mercy.

As He Yuling fled, she glanced back, and that one glance nearly scared her out of her wits. Fang Zhiyi's face behind her was completely distorted, even more terrifying than hers.