As Wen Xishu stepped in, he glanced at the bear child.
It seemed just as before, a smile on its face.
It was indeed not dead.
In the Deceit Tower, the Slaughter Tower's panel could violently break through some immediate problems, but it could never solve them at the root.
However...
Wen Xishu noted that cracks had appeared on the bear child's head.
Like a toy that had been violently smashed.
Undoubtedly, all this was related to the kick Wen Xishu had just delivered.
Wen Xishu smiled, pleased. But in the next second, he realized something was wrong.
Toy.
Thinking back, Wen Xishu realized that everyone in this carriage resembled toys.
They wore formulaic smiles, sitting quietly in their places.
No matter how spoken to, they only repeated one piece of information.
Like toys stripped of consciousness.
Only in the corresponding, eerie carriage did they display some extra thoughts.
Toys...
