Jiang Li stretched out his hand and stuck it to the meatball. He injected spiritual qi and checked the situation inside.
The originally chaotic ball of flesh with various strange tissues and organs had completed another reorganization in just a moment.
This ball of flesh had already become a huge placenta.
In the "water", the red-dressed female ghost and Mu Yulan's soul that was attached to her became muddle-headed.
They were stuck close to an embryo that was not even the size of a pinky. They entered bit by bit.
They looked like an ordinary ghost who had just died in its sleep.
It was one thing for Mu Yulan, but no matter how weak Ghost King Yang Ruozhi was, she would not have become like this, right?
Jiang Li looked at the strange doctor, Fran, in confusion.
"It's the Meng Po soup… I added it."
Fran smiled in a rare way. She seemed quite confident in this experiment.
