The Residents of Metropolis Are So Rude!

The woman could not be called beautiful, but her skin was excellent—smooth and rosy, with barely any blackheads or acne marks visible. She wore no makeup.

Her figure was properly plump as well, especially her full chest, which nearly burst open the buttons of her shirt. Her entire body brimmed with vitality.

Even her prominently swollen abdomen did not diminish her appeal. Instead, it added a touch of maternal charm.

The woman walked up to the two men and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up.

"Mm."

When Liu Zheng saw her balloon-like belly clearly, he could not help frowning.

It was not the belly of a normal pregnant woman. The skin, which should have been as smooth and rosy as her face, was pale and shriveled, like paper that had been soaked, crumpled, forcibly dried, and flattened again.

Thick blood vessels twitched faintly beneath the skin like earthworms, delivering nutrients to the enlarged uterus.

Inside that swollen uterus, two babies sleeping in each other's arms were clearly visible. Their bluish-white little faces carried a deep aura of death, and there was no sign of their hearts beating.

Clearly, they were two stillborn fetuses.

"This is one of our Funeral Home's specialties: the standard Sister Blossoms model. These two fetuses were carefully selected twin sisters. After being removed from their original mother, they were placed in a new mother's uterus to maintain their vitality. When needed, we use a ritual to ripen their souls."

"The souls of Sister Blossoms like these are pure. Unlike ordinary deceased, they do not have stubborn obsessions that make them difficult to control. They are ideal burial companions."

The bald manager introduced them proudly.

"What about their original mother?"

"Please rest assured, sir. Although our Funeral Home deals in the business of the Dead, we