The Mother of Wolf Demon's head rolled to the ground, landing in front of Shen Qing.
Shen Qing twisted his wrist, skillfully cutting open the abdomen of the Wolf Demon, extracting another Demon Core.
This Demon Core was much smaller and of lower quality than the last one, but at least it was better than nothing.
Shen Qing tucked the Demon Core into his chest and walked slowly towards the depths of the house.
He glanced around, his gaze involuntarily freezing.
In front of him, among the dried bones, was a bone bed, upon which a group of wolf pups huddled together, numbering seven or eight.
Some curled up, others warily scanned their surroundings.
Sensing his movement, they began to bare their teeth, emitting low growls.
In the corner among this group of Wolf Demon pups, three people were huddled together.
Two adults and a child, a family of three.
The three were in ragged clothing, their backs pressed tightly against the corner's wall.