The Black Demon Prison was in chaos. Under Erlun's order, all the members began to search for Smael.

At this time, Smier had already escaped in the chaos. According to the map provided by Barbosa, Smier followed the ventilation duct to a food greenhouse located in the east of the prison, and lurked here.

In this greenhouse, a lazy prison guard was leaning against one of the greenhouses to take a nap, muttering to himself in vain in his sleep, and saliva flowed all over the ground.

Smier sneaked to him, covering his mouth with one hand, pressing the cold scalpel against his throat with the other, and piercing the tip of the knife directly through his neck, and the blood beads flowed down the white blade.

The fool who was still immersed in the dream immediately woke up. He even thought that his current state was also in the dream. He couldn't help but be a little stunned and wanted to struggle and shout, but because his mouth was covered by Smair, he could not make any sound. He could only keep stretching out his hands and kicking his legs to try to struggle.

"Sleep so well...Brother, there is such a big noise outside, and you can sleep bubblingly. Your heart is really big, hehehe..." Smelsonsen smiled.

"Wuwuwu...Wuwuwu..." The foolish guy struggled with his eyes staring.

"Listen, I'm Smiel who made a big jail a while ago. Now I've escaped again. I warn you not to try to resist meaninglessly. Following my instructions is the only way to survive!"

It was not until he heard Smier's voice clearly and felt the pain in his neck again that the guy finally believed that he was not in a dream, but had woken up and nodded quickly like a rattle.

"I will kill you immediately if you ask, answer, shout or run away." A bright light flashed in Smair's eyes. Although Smair's ability was difficult to reveal directly, it had already explained everything through his awe-inspiring murderous intent.

This fool was already covered in sieve and did not dare to look directly at Smair. He immediately confirmed his words, lost the idea of ​​resistance, and kept making whine sounds from the gaps in his palms.

Smier slowly let go of his hand. The middle-aged jailer was a little fat, and his face was not as evil as the other jailer. Instead, he was a little more honest and stupid. Seeing his stupid look, Smier felt a little relieved and asked in a deep voice:

"Are you the only one in this place?"

The fool swallowed and hesitated:

"Two more..."

"This is a place to store food, right?"

"Yes, but not all of them are supplied to the Black Demon Prison, and some are still transported outside." said the naive man.

"Oh, what are the plants in these greenhouses? Can they be eaten now?" Smiel asked.

The idiot was slightly stunned, swallowed his saliva, and glanced around the greenhouse covered with moisture, murmured:

"It's okay to eat... I just don't know if you dare to eat..."

"I dare to eat even people. If you are not honest, you will be very interested," said Smier.

The naive man glanced at Smair. Although Smair had a strange smile on his face, the terrifying murderous intent could be clearly felt.

"Okay... Then you go in and take a look..." said the fool helplessly.
Chapter completed!