After a long time, the female musician touched her stomach. She could feel that she was already pregnant. A new life was growing vigorously and absorbing the nutrients from her body.
Two maids came forward and changed the female musician's clothes. The other one handed a bowl of medicine to the female musician.
"Please get ready to give birth. The children of the Nether King are growing very fast. They may be born tomorrow night."
"What..."
The maids were shocked. The female musician stroked her bulging stomach in shock.
"Please drink this placental soup. Without the help of this thing, you may not be able to resist the absorption of life energy from the offspring of the Nether King in your stomach. You will be sucked dry into a mummy."
As she spoke, the maid handed over a bowl of black medicine again.
The Underworld, far away in the north.
"Hu..."