The next morning, early.
As Wu Heng descended the stairs, Lady's puppet was sitting on the sofa.
"Do you have all the materials for the second stage?" Wu Heng sat down opposite.
"Yes, they're all not rare materials." Lady hesitated for a moment, then said, "Last night, I encountered something strange in a dream."
"Did someone have an inappropriate dream?" Wu Heng joked.
"It was a pregnant woman." Lady ignored his teasing, "Her belly was parasitized by something, like a tumor, but it was squirming."
Wu Heng frowned and stopped joking, "Is she sick? Where I'm from, that can be surgically removed."
"It's not an illness!" Lady continued, "I sensed the aura of necromancy, and I suspect something is being nurtured within her."
The hall suddenly fell silent.
The air conditioner's cold breeze suddenly swept across the back of Wu Heng's neck, causing goosebumps to prick his skin belatedly.
Using a pregnant woman to nurture something.
