After Lu Xiaojie almost finished packing up Little Ru's dismembered corpse, she set the nursing bed upright and shook the rest of the flesh into the cloth bag, swaying the nursing bed as she looked up and replied: "What else to do? Bury her to rest in peace according to our Chinese customs."
"Is that useful?"
"Why wouldn't it be? Bury these three, and another Dairya won't be able to find them."
"Huh?"
"That's what Dairya told me."
"Are you sure it'll work?"
"Guess how many Level 8 I've buried?"
"Maybe these three are also Level 8."
"No, they're like your peers who are still at Level 8 in terms of strength."
"I don't want to guess; I want to know what the outcome will be?"
"Another Dairya gets desperate, and then disasters start occurring frequently here. How should I put it, sometimes you can tell when Dairya is in a bad mood."
"Doesn't that mean Dairya's in a good mood now?"
"Of course, how could she not be happy after snagging a plump piece of meat like you?"
