"However, you have to pass my rest. Otherwise, I won't let you leave."
"Stop playing tricks!"
Jiang Ming did not like this kind of behavior, so he immediately conjured some spikes in his palm.
The spikes pierced into every corner of the room.
A cry of pain was heard.
Jiang Ming nodded.
He did not really stick the spikes into the painting.
If the voice was really coming from that painting, it would not have let out such a painful cry.
Following the voice, he walked to a corner.
In the corner was a child dressed like a beggar.
The child had braided hair. When he saw that Jiang Ming had discovered him, he quickly wanted to leave, but he was stopped by Jiang Ming.
This time, Jiang Ming was afraid that the child would run away, so he tied the child up.
In his opinion, this method of binding was simple and would not go wrong.