The bag was filled with gray powder, and the smell was indescribable.
"Well, you humans are surely full of whimsical ideas," Freud said in a lukewarm tone as he looked at the gray powder.
"What do you mean?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Freud. She believed Freud must have recognized the item.
Freud grabbed a handful of the powder in his slim fingers from the bag and chuckled. "You humans are afraid of demons. You want to avoid demon attacks when you are trying to eliminate demons. The powder is a product of such endeavors."
"What do you mean?"
Freud explained, "This powder is made by crushing the bones of the lower demon into powder, and then mixing that with some smoked grass juice. A little bit of this powder can help you to escape a demon's nose."
