The blood spreads radially, and the air fills the air with a palpitating smell.

Wu Jiu died violently, but the terrifying playing card that hit him had not disappeared.

On the body of the flesh and blood blurred, there were still blue energy fluctuations spreading around, and any object scraped by the energy fluctuations would be cut off in an instant, and several minions standing beside Wu Jiu, several of them had been scraped off their flesh by the blue light, screaming and running away.

Smail looked at them with a sinister smile, and he was excited to master a Devil Fruit ability that could be used actively. However, it is a pity that although the [Horror Playing Cards] is very powerful, Esmail's current physical strength can only barely support about three times.

The jailers saw that the martial wine was extinguished, and in the scattered blue light, the ghosts screamed and fled.

Smaer naturally did not pursue, and walked to Li Laohan, who was already covered in chaff, with a cruel smile, and said:

"It's a pity that this guy died too quickly, otherwise he would use it as nourishment, it must be very good, but it doesn't matter, there are a few of his followers over there, you pick a few and bury them, just when I repay you, hahahaha......"

Smal smiled and walked past Li Laohan's side and returned to the ventilation duct.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before his pursuers would be here, and that Greon and the Leech Empress, and even Erren might come in person.

Although his current strength has jumped to a new stage, after all, his body is still a little weak, and the difference in rank with Erren and others is still very large.

Smail intends to find a place to recuperate, find the right opportunity, and then break them down one by one.

He didn't want to run away, because he knew that even if he escaped from the Dark Devil Prison, Erren would never let him go, so he might as well break it off with him here.

So, Smail continued to walk down the pipeline, all the way to the dark, and finally followed the map to the crematorium of the Black Devil Prison.

The crematorium was designed to deal with the dead who could not be tested, who were either scarred, suffering from a serious illness, or had lost their usefulness, and were all mercilessly pushed into the blazing furnace and incinerated to ashes.

Through the interrogation of Barbossa, Smael learns that the leech queen Raskus has an amazing ability to detect, and he can sense wherever his leeches can crawl. So if Smael wants to find a safe place, he must avoid these eyeliners of Skull.

The best place he could think of was this crematorium, which was very hot!

Those leeches hate the heat, and they are unlikely to get here.

Smaël opened the shutter outside the exhaust pipe and came out of it, but before he could get here, he had already smelled a pungent scorching smell from the pipe, and he resisted the smell and forced himself to enter.

The moment he opened the blinds, he found that the crematorium was smoky, diffusing thick black smoke, and his vision was very blurry, and he concentrated his strength on his eyes, so that he could barely see the situation in the room clearly

In the center of the room stood a huge furnace, the furnace was blazing, the flames were like a lion with teeth and claws, roaring, rusty chimneys were constantly flowing down with indescribable black gel, and below was a wire mesh fence, under which boiling sewage flowed.

This room does not seem to have a door, in addition to the exhaust vent where he is, there are two narrow pipes, one of which is a huge corpse pit under the mouth of the pipe, and the corpse pit is full of corpses, obviously the corpses thrown from the outside world are all thrown here. The other pipe mouth seems to have been used to transport food, half a roast sheep, and a large iron bucket that seems to be sealed with wine or water, which is supposed to provide supplies for the people stationed here.

Smaer continued to observe, and soon found that there was only one guy stationed here, and he was a very tall weirdo.

Next to the huge furnace, this terrifying giant man who was more than five meters tall was pushing a cart of corpses, slowly approaching the furnace, these corpses twisted and crooked, and some fell to the ground in the process of pushing.

"Uhhh

The corpse was tossed into the furnace, hissing and then crackling and bursting, black smoke growing louder.

Smaer observed the giant man, and when he noticed that he was coming in this direction again, Smael could see his face clearly, this guy was very ugly, but he could still feel from his exaggerated arms and strong muscles that his strength was clearly very strong.

Smal was a little calmer, after all, it didn't seem to be a difficult thing to do to kill him here.

But Smaël didn't want to do that, or was in no hurry to do so. He desperately needs to rest now, and he must find a way to recover his strength first, and then wait for the opportunity to return to the prison interior and find a way to kill those three guys.

So, taking advantage of the fact that the giant man did not realize himself, Smaël first climbed out of the vent, stood on the narrow platform formed by the rock, and then reinstalled the steel shutters of the vent on it.

He stared downward, nervous, and constantly wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to control his strong laughter, trying to make himself stand firmer.

The crematorium is far away from the corpse pit, and this giant man's movement is very slow, it should take at least half an hour to transport a corpse, Smaer estimated, so many corpses, if this giant man has maintained the current frequency, without new corpses thrown down, it is estimated that it will take at least five days to be able to dispose of them all.

Fortunately, inside the corpse pit is a roller-shaped platform, a total of six huge platforms are arranged in the six corners of the roller, when the new body falls, it will automatically be pressed down because of gravity, and then the old body will be turned up, so as to avoid the deposition and decay of the corpse.

Smail watched for a moment, then jumped down and into the middle of the platform.

He landed on the platform loaded with the latest corpses, and the platform immediately sank down because of the force of his fall.

In an instant, an unimaginable stench came to his nose, and Smail was really caught off guard this time, and he vomited wildly, and the mushroom residue that had not yet been digested was also spit out.

Many of the relatively "fresh" corpses around were also decomposed, and the situation below was worse than Smail had imagined.

However, he couldn't think of a better place to hide.

It doesn't matter, as long as I endure this time, I will be able to kill all three of them!

Bear with me, it's no big deal.

Smael thought to herself, endured the nausea in her heart, and bury herself deeper into the pile of corpses.

The stench of corpses, thick smoke, and the pungent smell of formalin potions were a mixture of almost suffocating sensations, and the terrible stuffiness added to the sensory impact of the smells.

Smal tried his best to restrain the negative emotions in his heart, closed his eyes stiffly, and the terrible laughter was like a demon's low cry, and finally slowly squeezed out of his throat:

"Hehehehehehe...... Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Hahahahaha......ha