I went to the door again and knocked twice. "Hey, buddy across the way, what is this place?"

The man across the way laughed loudly. "You've been caught and thrown in here, and you still don't know what this is? Seems like your time in the martial world has been too shallow."

"This used to be the Six Doors' prison."

"The dynasty needs warlocks to maintain stability in the world, but it must also prevent warlocks from doing evil, or even rebelling."

"So they built countless prisons to hold warlocks."

"This is one of them."

"Every prison hides secret methods to restrain warlocks. Once a warlock is in, they can forget about getting out."

The man laughed. "Young man, take my advice and make the best of it!"

"At first, you won't be used to this life of eating and sleeping all day, but after a while, you'll start to enjoy it."

"You just need to adapt."

The man obviously didn't want to say too much to me, so I could only stay in the cell and wait for an opportunity.

You couldn't see the passage of time in the cell. The only way to keep track was by the number of times the jailer brought food.

The jailer was always on time with the meals. Each time, he just put the food at the door, took away the old dishes, and never said a word.

Every so often, they would also send some daily necessities and a change of clothes.

That day, just as I was taking my meal, I heard someone in the cell across the way say, "Little bro-ther, you're not playing fair!"

"Ever since you got here, I've been treating you with all my heart, but you've been hiding things from me. That's just not right, is it?"

I retorted, "What do you mean?"

The man tapped on his plate. "You've got someone on the outside, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I only get one cigarette in my plate at a time, but you get at least three. Sometimes, you even get a whole pack."

"You dare to say you don't have someone on the outside?"

The cigarettes in my plate must be a signal from Xiao Mao'er and the others, letting me know they're safe. As for what the signal means, I haven't figured it out completely yet.

But how did the man across from me know how many cigarettes were in my plate?

I was always very careful when I took the plate. There's no way the person across the way could see what I was doing. Even the jailers on the outside couldn't see my movements.

How could that man know how many cigarettes were in my plate?

As I looked towards the door, the man said, "Hey, little bro-ther, you've got so many cigarettes, you can't smoke them all. How about you give me some?"

"I don't need much, just leave six for yourself, and give me the rest!"

I sneered and said, "Why would I give you cigarettes?"

It wasn't that I cared about these few cigarettes, but the other person's attitude annoyed me.

The man chuckled coldly. "Oh, you've got quite the temper!"

"Fine, when you're begging me, don't expect to have even one cigarette left."

Before long, the guy across the way started cursing. And his mouth never stopped. He just went on and on for hours and hours.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but after a while, I started to get annoyed and uncomfortable. I gathered my inner energy and roared, "Shut up!"

My roar was intended to kill, but I didn't expect the sound waves to be reflected back, making my ears ring.

It took a long time for my hearing to return, but the man laughed and said, "What's the matter? Are you convinced now?"

"I've been practicing this trick for more than ten years. Your sonic attack can't get through, but my words can reach your ears."

"You're over there, and you can't touch me no matter how powerful you are. Doesn't that make you angry?"

"It doesn't matter if you're angry. You just have to listen to me talk, listen to me curse. When you give in and call me daddy, that's when I'll stop cursing."

"But when I'm in a bad mood, I'll keep cursing! And you'll have to call me daddy, kowtow, and beg me and coax me."

"If you can't take it, you can always choose to die!"

"To tell you the truth, five people have already died in your cell, all cursed to death by me."

"Their ghosts are still trapped in the room!"

"If you don't believe me, look at the wall!"

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the wall, and sure enough, five bloody figures appeared on the wall.

When someone dies unjustly in a room, the resentment will condense into bloody figures on the wall.

Five shadows represent five people.

As my gaze fell on the shadows, the five figures slowly emerged from the wall, breaking free and standing before me.

One of them pointed at me and shouted, "Boy, hurry up and apologize to that man, give him what he wants, and kneel down and kowtow to him."

"Don't let him yap over there! I can't stand it anymore."

I turned to look at the person and said, "He's not here, but you're in front of me. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"You son of a..." Before the man could move, my Demonic Evil Hand struck him in the chest. Before he could react, he exploded into phosphorous fire in my palm.

Another person exclaimed, "Demonic Evil Hand, are you a descendant of Mo Sha?"

The third person also said, "Since you are a descendant of Mo Sha, you should know how to cast curses, right? I'll tell you the name of the person across from you."