Shooting Their Own Feet with Essential Balm Ointment?

"Honey Marsh? Wasn't that the world Number 45 went to before coming here?"

Just when the thought surfaced in Lin Sanjiu's mind, she saw Number 43 had an Aha! moment as he smacked on his thigh, "This is bad. I didn't bring any items with an offensive smell with me… What should we use to ward off the beetle then?"