"Demon Core?"
"He has a Demon Core in his hand!"
"Hand over the Demon Core."
Upon seeing the Demon Core, they charged at Lu Yu immediately, threatening loudly for him to surrender it.
Lu Yu ignored their demands, turned around, and put the Demon Core into his backpack. He handed the necklace with the "old lady" to Yu Xiaoman, who accepted it and put it around her neck.
Seeing her put it on so skillfully, Lu Yu swallowed his words. He wanted to remind Yu Xiaoman that the necklace had been under a pile of corpses for a long time, but since she already wore it, he chose to remain silent.
Come to think of it, I suppose I've also bathed with corpses before!
Lu Yu couldn't help but frown, sniffed his clothes, and, not detecting a strange odor, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, daring to ignore us, you're looking for death!" Two Martial Cultivators holding large machetes leaped to slash at Lu Yu.
