The cigarette butt sizzled and smoked in his palm. Just now Siflin had used all her strength and still couldn't leave a mark on Ash's soul body, yet Death Mad casually burned him until his lips pressed tight and his body trembled.
"Does it hurt?"
"No!"
"Then let's keep burning for another five minutes."
"Hey, hey—" Ash yanked his hand back and rubbed it, saying in exasperation, "Isn't that enough already?"
"So Meiwa and that Vampire together are only worth five minutes to you?" Death Mad tossed away the cigarette butt and sneered. "As expected, to you they're just toys to while away your loneliness in your spare time, huh?"
Ash's body went rigid. After struggling for a moment, he offered up both hands like a condemned man: "Both hands, another five minutes!"
"Only five more minutes?"
"Then… ten minutes?"
