"Caramelized yam?"
Louis was slightly taken aback.
But his expression quickly changed.
Because as soon as the caramelized yam was done, the scene in the dream returned to the beginning when the yam was put into the pot.
The woman's hollow voice continued reciting the recipe.
Louis felt his scalp go numb.
But in the dream, he couldn't control himself and had to continue making the caramelized yam.
As the dream scenario repeated over and over, the woman's hollow voice continuously echoed.
Louis felt increasingly exhausted, and suddenly, after reaching a certain point, the scene disappeared, and he woke up.
The temperature of the soaking hot water had already cooled slightly.
Louis rubbed his temples, feeling that this dream... not only didn't allow him to rest well but left him even more fatigued.
"A curse of the undead?"
Louis suspected that since the ritual of slumber was approaching, he might have been plagued by something filthy.
