A trace of smoke emerged from the nostrils of the demon road. These smoke differentiated into eleven strands in the air, of which ten strands fell on the fingers and one fell on the top of the head. With the nourishment of magic, I saw a gleam of light on this fellow’s nails and hair, but it increased the power of improving the sand between the fingers of the strange door.

Magic prison is a hell and a paradise, where money is almost omnipotent. Of course, don’t make trouble before, and don’t beat people up after the ring, let alone kill people!