I looked at the weather and decided to go to Mother and Child Lake.

According to "Zhao Di's" memory, there is no pregnant woman in such a large village. The only possible place is Mother and Child Lake.

Moreover, the village chief emphasized in his speech that it is better to be prepared during the day for the mother to be beaten, rather than coming to fetch water in the middle of the night.

In this village that believes having many children brings blessings, I don't know why the ancestral hall and the lake symbolizing birth are located at the opposite ends, east and west.

The closer to Mother and Child Lake, the heavier the water vapor becomes, clogging my trachea and throat. The low shrubs disappear, and the tall trees become sharp with branches and leaves. The compacted soil feels extremely cold and hard.

Although it is clearly flat ground, it feels like climbing a mountain. The temperature keeps dropping, and even fog appears, obscuring the daylight, making it difficult to determine the time.

I exhaled to warm my hands. Within a visibility of a few meters, not far ahead, the footprints of a woman and a pungent smell suddenly appeared.

Am I getting close to the lakeside?

I followed the footprints, and suddenly, there were many wriggling segmented white worms by the roadside. Their slender bodies rolled on the soil and decaying leaves, increasing in number.

"Are you lost?"

A pregnant woman suddenly walked out from behind a tree. The hem of her coarse linen skirt was oxidized to a dark rusty color, appearing soaked.

Continuous liquid and sticky tissues flowed down from her legs, resembling habitual miscarriages, nourishing the worms at her feet.

Those white worms were smaller than the ones in the distance, and some crawled out of the liquid.

As she approached me, I dared not step back but could only endure the acidic water already reaching my throat, controlling my convulsing stomach as I struggled to force a smile.

I probably didn't look very pleasant.

"A gentle reminder from the steward, being three months pregnant, please don't answer a pregnant woman's question on the road."

How can I answer if I can't open my mouth?

Thinking about the general atmosphere of Baifu Village, just like when I was a child, I climbed up a tree in three to five moves, finally feeling relieved to speak.

"Pretty sister, I'm up here!"

Only then did the woman react and looked up at me.

Standing above her head, my visual perspective was much better.

She burst into laughter, her face splitting into petals, and I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from.

"Do you think this pregnancy is a boy or a girl?"

After all, the man-eating flower is still a plant, and I can still maintain a smile.

"What does pretty sister think, boy or girl for this pregnancy?"

When you don't know the answer to a question, counter-question.

However, the man-eating flower sister didn't fall for it. Its mouth, or rather, its face, tightly wrapped around the tree trunk.

Acid overflowed from where they adhered, followed by violent shaking. I quickly jumped down and rushed to another tree in two steps and three steps.

What an accommodating pregnant woman!

I quickly took the initiative, "Do you know how to get to Mother and Child Lake?"

She turned towards me, flaps of flesh swinging in the air, acid splattering. I held onto the tree trunk tightly, biting my teeth, not daring to make a sound, afraid she would think I was responding to her.

"Mother and Child Lake?"

I endured the intense pain, desperately clinging to the tree trunk, clenching my teeth, afraid to make a sound, for fear that she would think I was responding to her.

"You are a student from the school, aren't you?"

"Congratulations to the visitor for receiving the villagers' warm welcome for the 'Teacher's Little Red Flower'~ The chances of receiving help have increased~"

My paper mentor!