While Old Ox was still pondering, the two young women behind him were terrified of the demon before them. They had not clearly heard the conversation between Old Ox and the other demon earlier, and thought they had been left behind alone to be eaten alive by this demon.
It was only when Old Ox heard a faint sob that he remembered the two young women behind him. Turning around, he saw them huddled together, hands over their mouths as tears streamed down their faces.
"Wuu..."
Seeing how pitiful the two women were, Old Ox's heart ached at once. He carefully approached them.
"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I won't eat you, and I won't hurt you either. Stop crying, stop crying. I'll take you to wash up and change clothes. I have food here too—you must be hungry, right?"
Old Ox's sense of smell was not poor either. Of course, he knew the two women had long since wet themselves in fright, but judging by their state, they would hardly cooperate.
"I think you should bathe first. There's a small room in there, with hot water and a bath barrel!"
Old Ox pointed to one side and spat a ray of light into the room. The bath barrel he had mentioned immediately appeared within, filled with water that gradually began to give off heat until it reached just the right temperature. Old Ox kept such things stocked all year round.
Beside the platform in the underground cave where they were stood a stone door, with lamplight shining from within. Yet the two girls remained huddled together, too frightened to move.
Old Ox sighed inwardly and could only put on a stern face.
"Be good, and I won't eat you. But if you keep sniveling and crying, then