The head of the Mother of Wolf Demon rolled down, landing in front of Shen Qing.
Shen Qing skillfully turned his wrist and slit open the Wolf Demon's belly, extracting yet another Demon Core from within.
This core was much smaller than the previous one and of lesser quality, but it was better than nothing.
Shen Qing tucked the core into his bosom and slowly walked deeper into the house.
He looked around, and his gaze involuntarily froze for a moment.
In front, amidst the scattered bones, a bone bed had formed, on which a pack of young wolf cubs gathered, seven or eight of them in total.
They either curled up or cautiously surveyed their surroundings.
Upon sensing his movement, they started to bare their teeth and emit low growls.
And in a corner of the pack of Wolf Demon pups, three people huddled together.
Two adults and one child, a family of three.
The three were in tattered clothing, their backs pressed tightly against the corner wall.