He is still on the third floor, which clearly shows that he is afraid that the host will starve to death.

[Who knows, what if he wants to kill me with his own hands and doesn't want me to die so quickly?]

Sheng Wu released the four evil spirits, took the food, and continued to sit on the couch without moving, waiting.

Wait for the four evil spirits to run back and bring Satan here.

She held the bag of food tightly in her hand, her dark eyes moved slightly, and she looked indifferent as she recalled something.

According to the time, it was evening that day. After all, there was no distinction between day and night in hell, only a dark sky.

Sheng Wu, who was staring blankly at someone, had her pupils dazed. Suddenly, her eyes moved, and her dark and still beautiful eyes finally reacted.

About tens of meters away, there was a sudden illusory fluctuation in the space, as if a space crack was torn open.

A figure walked out.

The man was dressed in a dark golden robe, and his tall and broad body came slowly towards him. He had not changed much, but was obviously different from the clean and holy angel before. His handsome face now had an evil and devilish look, stained with dark red blood, with faint knife marks, and his dark golden hair was loose, which could not cover the pair of sharp black horns on his head.

His blue-green pupils were already filled with black mist and bloodshot, an almost invisible blue, entangled by black lines, like a temperatureless monster.

Dark red sticky blood was still dripping from Satan's clothes, his chest was rising and falling slightly, the murderous aura had not yet dissipated, and even when he saw a certain figure, he felt a faint dark excitement.

It seemed that he had just come from the second floor.

"Why are you so slow? You kept me waiting for a long time." This was the first sentence Sheng Wu said.