I glanced at the raging man with a mocking smile, then turned to Old Bones: "What do you say?"

Old Bones sighed, "Chuanzi, Hall Master Li is right. Let's end this here. You can go!"

The man shouted sharply, "Where's the evidence? I want evidence. I won't accept this without evidence."

I turned and pointed into the distance, "The evidence you want is over there. Those two corpses are the evidence."

When I came down, I saw two fragmented bodies and a platform that was only about two chi tall.

I pointed at the man who was arguing with me: "You wanted evidence, didn't you? Why don't you dare to go over and take a look?"

"Let me tell you, that platform is the third toy of the Iron Prison Master."

"When you were a kid, you must have played with toy soldiers, right? That's what it is."

When I was little, my dad bought me "toy soldiers fighting."

The toys back then were relatively simple: two simple humanoid figures strung together with rubber bands, tied to a wooden board. Pulling the rubber bands underneath would make the two figures fight each other.

Toys weren't as sophisticated back then as they are now. Many were handmade by vendors themselves, without a fixed name. I only knew that thing as "toy soldiers fighting."

The man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and walked over. He first kicked the wooden platform with his foot. Seeing that the platform didn't react, he shouted, "Li Po, didn't you say there were traps here? I'm coming..."

While the man was still yelling at me, a secret door quietly opened behind him in the wooden platform.

Everyone saw this scene. Someone reminded him, "Chuanzi, watch out behind you!"

Before Chuanzi could turn around, several steel wires suddenly shot out from under the wooden platform, piercing his limbs and dragging him onto the platform.

Someone tried to rush up and save him, but Old Bones stopped them. "Don't go up. That's Chuanzi's fate. Saving him would only cost another person."

Old Bones said sadly, "Look at those two corpses next to you. Who else could they be but the Western Heavenly King and the Northern Heavenly King? The two best fighters in the prison back then have ended up like this."

"What can we do even if we go up?"

When I turned to look at Old Bones, he quickly said, "Those two Heavenly Kings both reached the Xiantian realm through external martial arts. Their bones are different from ordinary people. Their muscles and bones are comparable to iron."

"I knew who they were when I saw their bones."

As Old Bones spoke, more than a dozen steel wires shot out from under the platform.

The already rusty steel wires were like needles and threads being manipulated, continuously piercing Chuanzi's body before suddenly tightening backward, forcibly pulling Chuanzi to stand on the platform.

Chuanzi screamed non-stop from the moment his limbs were pierced until he was fixed by the steel wires.

But I heard someone in the room say, "So noisy, shut up!"

In the next moment, Chuanzi on the platform was stabbed in the dumb acupoint by a half-foot-long steel wire, and he fell silent.

However, the person who couldn't make a sound made people even more afraid. Seeing him was like seeing their own fate.

Because half of the wooden platform was still empty, and no one knew who would be the next to stand on it.

Most of the prisoners were cautiously backing away, while only a few were carefully observing the movements around them.

The master of the Iron Prison had already come out. The "shut up" from nowhere just now came from his mouth.

After a while, that somewhat childish voice sounded again, "Toy soldiers fighting, there's still one person missing. Who's going up?"

Everyone shuddered and looked around.

No one could find the source of the voice.

But I turned my gaze to the open space behind the platform: "Can you see clearly sitting there?"

"I can see clearly, who's going up?" After the person finished speaking, a blood-red figure appeared on the platform.

Judging from the other party's figure, it was a child, but his skin, which looked like it had been soaked in blood, was enough to make people shudder.

The child pointed at the platform and shouted, "I want to play with toys, who's going up, hurry up. I don't want to put people on it anymore, it's too tiring."

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

There was more than one child in the dungeon who treated human lives as toys. There should be one big and one small.

We have now seen one of them.

The person in front of me is obviously the smaller child.

When children are young, they like to play with toys but don't like the process of manipulating them. It's like how children nowadays don't want to change toy batteries.

When children get a little older, they like to make their own toys.

The person who caught the prisoner "Wo Tou" just now might have dismantled Wo Tou's bones above our heads and made him into a toy clown.

The smaller child, however, treats us as toys.

Seeing that none of us moved, the child's face instantly became ferocious: "None of you will play with me? My brother said, if you don't listen, he'll kill you."