Outside, the Outcast Wraith children cheered excitedly, clutching all sorts of sinister toys—rattles, balls, toy cars, robots, and other things children would play with.
I kept working hard to make toys as the Outcast Wraith children lined up outside my cage, reaching their hands in, babbling and shouting with excitement like real children. I handed each toy out one by one.
I've tried many times to swap myself with one of the toys I made outside, but every attempt failed. I could never cross the cage.
The Outcast Wraith children outside were playing like mad, no longer tormenting the souls in the torture chamber. They all crowded around my cage—hundreds of them, at least three or four hundred.
"What are you all making such a racket for?"
Just then, a Hell's Registrar seemed to sense something wrong and rushed in, floating over. Seeing the scene before him, he angrily pulled out a whip and cracked it a few times at the children. The Outcast Wraiths stopped their commotion and stared coldly at the Registrar.
"What are you doing? What is all this?"
The Hell's Registrar quickly noticed me, watching suspiciously for a moment.
"Kid, how did you end up in this special cell? Who put you in here?"
In my mind, I'd already cursed this Hell's Registrar countless times. If he hadn't come in, my plan would have soon succeeded. Judge Bane is probably too busy to worry about me right now, and I could have secretly made my move.
At that moment, one of the Outcast Wraith children grinned and held a toy car up to the Hell's Registrar. The Registrar snatched it angrily and crushed it in his hand, then kicked the child.
"Make any more noise and I'll beat you all to death."
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The Outcast Wraith children all turned to look at the Registrar, who shrank back in fear, taking a few steps away.
"What do you all mean by this?"
"Brother, forget it. Don't say anything else. Just hurry up and get King Hollowbelly for me. I'm willing to pay. Let him figure out a way to get me out of here."
For a moment, the Registrar seemed to understand and immediately nodded with a smile.
"Kid, that's more like it, haha. Our King Hollowbelly is very reasonable, you know. Just wait."
The Registrar dashed off, but quickly turned back.
"You all better behave. Have you finished your assigned tasks?"
After the Registrar left, the Outcast Wraith children became excited again, reaching out to me for more toys. I waved my hand at them.
"That's all there is. There's none left."
The Outcast Wraith children who still had their hands out looked disappointed. I smiled and said,
"This place is too small. If you let me out, I can make you more toys. I won't cause trouble—I'm really a guest of your king."
The children who wanted toys seemed conflicted, when suddenly, with a click, a door opened in the cage to my left. I stared in surprise—it was one of the Outcast Wraiths. He opened the cage, and I thanked him and walked out.
The door closed again. The Outcast Wraith children reached out for toys once more. I raised my hand, and in an instant, countless Specter Webs unfurled, producing toy after toy for them.
Toys are simple things to make. Soon, each child had one, though there were many repeats. Still, they began trading and playing together.
"Take your time playing. I'm going to look around for a bit and will be back soon."
These Outcast Wraith children were weak—if I wanted to, I could have dealt with them the moment I got out. I shook my head helplessly. The children babbled happily, waving at me.
I breathed a sigh of relief and started walking. The tortured souls in the chamber stared at me, most of them mindless, knowing only pain.
"Young man, think of a way to get us out of here."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded from the cell to my right. I looked over.
"You've been here before, haven't you? I remember you—from a few years ago, I think."
There was a guillotine in that cell, used to decapitate ghosts. About a dozen ghosts huddled in the corner, shivering, but only this old ghost seemed intelligent.
"I don't remember you."
"Ah, young man, I saw you brought in myself. Every time someone new comes in, I watch. I have a good memory—never wrong."
I was surprised that this old ghost still had intelligence. When I asked, I found that many ghosts start out intelligent, but after enough torture, they lose their minds, knowing only pain.
"Don’t they turn to stone?"
I asked, and the old ghost shook his head.
"That’s caused by external forces. We don’t turn to stone. It’s better this way—time passes quickly. I’m different, though. I’ve suffered so many tortures, who knows how many years I have left. Young man, be kind and let me out."
I nodded—right now, it was the best option. I knew nothing about this place, but the old ghost seemed to know something. Under his guidance, I reached the door of the torture chamber, found a raised floor tile, pressed it, and released a little Ghost Aura. The door immediately opened and the old ghost floated out.
"Thank you, young man, thank you. My name is Miles Chen. And you, young man?"
"I'm Ethan Zhang."
As soon as I finished, Miles Chen looked at me suspiciously, then suddenly grabbed my shoulder and shouted.
"You're Ethan Zhang?"
I nodded again.
"Well, isn't that fate? An old friend of mine mentions you from time to time."
"Who?"
I asked, puzzled.
"Master Zachary Wu."
In an instant, my eyes widened as everything about Master Zachary Wu surfaced in my mind.
"Where is he? Where's Daoist Zhang?"
Miles Chen pointed to a black door not far away.
"In the torture chamber over there."
"Take me there."
Miles Chen led me past several cells, explaining how to move: these places had alarm systems like infrared sensors. If triggered, Hell's Registrars would come. Not wanting trouble, I followed him closely along the cells.
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We reached the black door. I swallowed, pushed it open slightly, and immediately heard screams—Outcast Wraith children were torturing people. Miles Chen gave me a look, signaling me not to move. He quietly went up the stairs and motioned for me to follow.
I sensed something. On the right, as we ascended, there was an eyeball slowly floating.
"Young man, if you take that thing out, the alarm here will be disabled."
I responded, and in an instant, a stream of Deathbane Aura shot up, wrapping around the eyeball with a snap. I didn't want to break anything.