Waltz Fleur’s scalp tingled while she listened.

Her limbs were trembling.

Alex Rockefeller seemed to think of something. “Also, demonic blood wisteria usually coexists with a kind of symbiote…”

Just as Alex was speaking, Waltz started scratching her lower abdomen. “What is this? It’s painful and itchy. It feels like a bug bite… Ouch! It hurts so bad! Senior, would you please take a look,” Waltz asked.

She had long lifted the hem of her shirt.

After shining her phone’s torchlight on her stom