Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

[Your Majesties, please take your seats! The dragon throne is here. The setting is unique, the story is captivating, and the show is about to begin!]

"Sh-!"

"Be quiet! My baby just fell asleep..."

"The guy who woke him up last time has had all his memories eaten up and is still in the clinic wearing a diaper and can't take care of himself."

Shen Zhen gently pushed open Uncle Ge's door and heard a rapid, hoarse growl.

The air was filled with the sour smell of spoiled food, and a very faint, peculiar astringent taste.

Uncle Ge, his back hunched, carefully placed what looked like a baby in swaddling clothes into a cradle.

But inside, there was a dried-out claw!

I don't know what kind of claw it is; it's shriveled and twisted, and there seems to be a vertical scar in the middle.

"Uncle Ge." Shen Zhen closed the door behind him, his voice steady.

Uncle Ge suddenly turned around, his body instinctively blocking the cradle, his gaunt face full of vigilance.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Shen Zhen, Zhen meaning real. You can call me Xiao Shen."

"Xiao Shen?" Uncle Ge looked at him for a moment, his tense expression easing slightly, but then he became anxious again, quickly walking over and whispering:

"Xiao Shen, you've come at the right time! Quickly, think of a solution for your uncle!"

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhen's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally landing on the strange paw in the cradle.

"My son won't eat! It's been two days, he won't drink rice water, and he won't swallow any porridge!" Uncle Ge wrung his hands anxiously, pointing to the cradle.

"If he keeps starving, he'll turn into a dried-up human!"

Shen Zhen stared silently at the paw; it would be truly bizarre if it could eat.

Besides, as you said, it is dry, and exceptionally dry at that.

Seeing that Shen Zhen did not react, Uncle Ge became even more anxious. He rushed to the front of the table and picked up a chipped porcelain bowl. The bowl contained half a bowl of rice soup that had obviously gone bad.

"Look! I've been cooking this for so long! He didn't even taste a single bite!"

He shoved the bowl almost into Shen Zhen's face, his eyes flashing with frantic worry.

"Uncle Ge," Shen Zhen's voice was steady, still devoid of any emotion.

"It might not be hungry, and this rice porridge of yours isn't right."

"Not the right way?" Uncle Ge was taken aback.

"I learned it from Aunt Ma across the street. She feeds her grandson like this..." He stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Uncle Ge's face turned deathly pale, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing the rotten rice soup everywhere.

He staggered back two steps, his finger trembling as he pointed at the cradle, his voice choked with sobs and fear:

"Oh no! Xiao Shen, oh no!"

He...he wouldn't want to nurse, would he?!

Uncle Ge suddenly clutched his withered chest, looking at Shen Zhen with despair in his eyes, almost on the verge of collapse:

"But I... I can't squeeze it out!"

"I'm a male! Where the hell am I supposed to get him milk?!"

After saying that, his gaze suddenly fixed on Shen Zhen's chest, a strange hope flickering in his cloudy eyes.

"Xiao Shen, do you...do you have it?"

Shen Zhen's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but based on his professionalism, his voice remained steady:

"Uncle Ge, I'm a man too."

He knew he was no match for the situation and couldn't afford to provoke the other side. His task was to observe, stall, and wait for reinforcements.

Seeing that there was still doubt in Uncle Ge's eyes, Shen Zhen said no more and directly lifted the corner of her clothes to reveal her well-defined flat chest and abdomen.

"Did you see clearly?"

Uncle Ge stared blankly, the light in his eyes extinguished.

Shen Zhen neatly tidied her clothes, then helped the almost collapsing Uncle Ge to sit down on a bamboo chair.

"Uncle Ge, don't worry, have you forgotten? Your son... he has an extraordinary background."

"Not...extraordinary?"

"Hmm," Shen Zhen said calmly, her tone carrying a mystical certainty.

"It wasn't born the way you usually do."

Think about it, wasn't it... that you prayed under the tree in front of the fertility temple for a month, and then picked it from the tree yourself?

Uncle Ge's eyes became unfocused, as if he was trying hard to recall:

"The fertility tree..."

It seems that's true...

"That's right, Aunt Ma's grandson is mortal, he eats grains and cereals." Shen Zhen's voice was deep and certain, carrying a hint of the mystery of a professional.

"Your child is a divine offspring born from the tree spirit. Feeding it rice gruel is the same as stuffing paper money into the gods' mouths at the temple."

That's blasphemy against the spirit; it won't pay any attention to you.

"A divine embryo formed by a tree spirit?" Uncle Ge stared wide-eyed.

"Not bad!" Shen Zhen nodded seriously, making up a story with a straight face.

"Mortal grains naturally carry earthy energy, while tree spirits belong to the wood element. Earth overcomes wood, so feeding it these things is like feeding it poison!"

A year ago, Old Wang next door watered his fertility tree with manure, and the next day most of the leaves had fallen off. Don't you remember?

Uncle Ge's eyes darted around twice, then he suddenly slapped his thigh, his eyes shining brightly, and exclaimed in sudden realization:

"That's right! No wonder the leaves were turning yellow, it turns out it's *Tetracentron sinense*. Xiao Shen, you're so knowledgeable! How come I didn't think of that!" He then asked:

"Then...what does the divine fetus drink?"

"Morning dew, also known as divine dew," Shen Zhen said decisively.

"It has to be at the beginning of the morning, before sunrise, to receive the first drop on the leaves of the tree."

Remember, do not use porcelain bowls. Porcelain bowls belong to the element of fire, and if they come into contact with fire, the spirit will be lost!

"Then what should we use?"

"We need to use a bamboo basket. Bamboo baskets belong to the wood element, which is of the same origin as your child and they coexist in the same environment," Shen Zhen said with certainty.

"Trying to fill a basket with water?" Uncle Ge was initially delighted, but then became dejected.

"But it hasn't rained for the past few days, so where did the dew come from?"

"That's why it's throwing a tantrum at you." Shen Zhen gently patted Uncle Ge's shoulder.

"When it rains, collect some rainwater in a bamboo basket and apply it to the scar. That's its spiritual root and orifice. Moisten the orifice first, then let it drink the divine dew, and it will be willing to eat."

Uncle Ge listened blankly, tilting his head and pondering for a long time.

Suddenly, a dazzling, yet somewhat chilling smile bloomed on his face:

"Yes, yes! Water without roots nourishes the spirit! Hehe...you're quite cultured, kid!"

He suddenly stood up, rubbing his hands excitedly, and paced back and forth in the room.

"Waiting for rain, yes! Haha! At dawn, around 5 AM, collect the divine dew in a bamboo basket, I'll remember that!"

He seemed to have forgotten all his panic, humming an off-key tune as he walked back to the cradle, looking lovingly at the "baby" inside, and whispered:

"My dear child, be good, just bear with it a little longer."

"When it rains, Dad will collect divine dew for you to drink, and then we'll both become gods together..."

Shen Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly marveling at how convincingly she had made up such a lie that she almost believed it herself.

Little did he know that before he could even catch his breath...

In an instant, Uncle Ge suddenly seemed to have pressed a reset button, abruptly turning around, his face exactly as anxious as before, and rushing over:

"Xiao Shen, you've come at the right time! Quickly, think of a solution for your uncle!"

Shen Zhen's heart sank slightly.

The cycle has begun.

Uncle Ge's movements, tone of voice, and even the amplitude of his arm swings were exactly the same as before.

Shen Zhen tried to guide the conversation, skipping the earlier steps:

"Uncle Ge, as I just told you, it is..."

But Uncle Ge was completely immersed in his script, ignoring his guidance and delivering his lines word for word.

This is troublesome; a light sweat appeared on Shen Zhen's forehead.

This cycle couldn't be broken at all, and Uncle Ge's gaze was even more strange than before.

Suddenly, Uncle Ge stopped.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes instantly losing focus, and the corners of his mouth curving into an extremely stiff angle.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Shen Zhen, and all the crazy expression on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a cold scrutiny.

He asked slowly, in a tone completely different from before, devoid of any emotion:

"Xiao Shen..."

"You keep saying 'it'..."

"Are you saying He... is a beast?!"

Shen Zhen's scalp tingled, and her first instinct was to retort, "No, he really is a human!"

The voice, as if reading his thoughts, continued to ask before he could answer:

"Then guess..."

"Is His master male or female?"

This question was like an ice pick piercing Shen Zhen's mind. This was not a question that Uncle Ge should ask. This repetitive "plot" had taken an unexpected turn.

It seemed that "something" was asking him a question through Uncle Ge's mouth.