Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 237 Trenton Falls into a Cave

"Darling, this is for you."

Lela pointed at herself, looking puzzled. "Me?"

She wasn't injured at all. Sylvester spread out the medicine, then leaned close to Lela's ear and whispered something. Lela's face instantly turned red upon hearing it, and she hugged him. "Oh my... Sylvester, you..." Sylvester reached out and gently stroked her back. His voice was deep and sexy, which exuded a seductive charm. "Darling, it's not like I haven't done it before. Why are you so shy?" "Stay good. I'll be gentle."

Mildred was still trapped in the jungle.

Mildred was entangled and dragged away by vines before and forced deep into the jungle. At first, he struggled desperately. But in the end, he realized that the more he struggled, the tighter the vines wrapped around him, distorting his entire face.

Carrying a sharp military knife, Mildred felt the fear as he was dragged deeper by this strange vine. He mustered his strength, took out the knife, and slashed at the vines with all his might.

The vines trembled, oozed a sticky green liquid from the wound, and gradually loosened their grip. "What is this? It's so disgusting." Despite the disgust at the green liquid, he continued to slash them with the knife after he saw it worked. Just as he was about to strike again with the knife, his right hand was entwined by the vines, which made it difficult for him to exert force. More and more vines swarmed from afar, entangled him in a frenzy, and even sprouted small thorns that slowly pierced Mildred's skin, penetrating his flesh.

Mildred felt it extremely unfair. He hadn't accompanied Sylvester all his life, hadn't seen Sylvester and Lela get married, and hadn't even witnessed the birth of the young master and princess. How could he die like this!!!

But it's so tiring and painful! Fate was really merciless to him.

Mildred thought to himself, 'Sylvester, I may not be able to work for you anymore.'

Gradually, Mildred felt his eyelids heavy and drowsiness overwhelming him like a tidal wave. Eventually, unable to resist, his head drooped, allowing the vines to drag him away.

In Silvercrest, Trenton, since parting ways with Sylvester and the others, had arrived at another unfamiliar place. No matter how loudly he shouted, there was no response. And the miasma around him was so strong that the more he smelled it, the more he felt his consciousness beginning to blur.

This was not a good sign. It seemed that Lela was right. This miasma was not ordinary.

Perhaps the divine doctor in these mountains had manipulated this natural miasma to create a natural barrier.

Trenton raised his hand and bit his fingertip hard before the darkness took over. The pain went through his fingers to his heart. And the crimson blood flew out, dripping into the grass, which brought back his fading consciousness. Shaking his head, Trenton leaned against a large tree. His handsome brows furrowed, and his mind was filled with many ideas.

This couldn't go on. He knew that he had to find the direction to get a chance at survival. Looking up, he couldn't even tell the leaves and the miasma, which made it even harder for him to find a way out.

But he couldn't linger in this fog for too long, or he would surely meet his end. Trenton tried to find any broken tree stumps to navigate himself through the tree rings.

Searching blindly like this, suddenly, the ground gave way beneath him, and Trenton fell without anything to hold onto.