The woman from the Stoermer family finally saw Anna Coleman’s face clearly. “Anna, it’s you! ” She
exclaimed. Anna hadn’t paid much attention to this woman before. Upon taking a closer look, she was amazed. “Aunt
Xyla, why are you here? How did you… How did you end rip in a place like this?”
It turned out that this woman really was from Michigan’s Stoermer family. In fact, she was Zendaya Stoermer’s aunt
Anna and Zendaya were best friends.
Naturally, Anna knew who this woman was. In reality, though, Xyla was two years older than Zendaya. But she was from the older generation, and she had
been born to Grandpa Stoermer when he was much older. That was why Anna addressed Xyla as her aunt. Meanwhile, Anna was a year older than Zendaya, which meant she was only a year younger than Xyla. Clearly, Xyla should have been a gorgeous woman in the prime of her youth.

Now, she actually looked like an
older woman in her thirties or forties. Xyla sighed. “It’s a long story. I was tricked by scum and ended up suffering in this place. If it wasn’t for Mr. Rockefeller, I’m afraid I would’ve been dead by now.” Xyla didn’t go into the details, but one could imagine how much suffering she must have endured by looking
at those pitiful pregnant ladies in the coffins.
In fact, a few had already died. Pfft!!!
Right then, Alex spat out a mouthful of blood. Waltz Fleur was startled. “Senior, are you alright? Are you too tired? Why don’t you rest for a while?” Anna, Xyla, and the other women Alex saved immediately gathered around him with concerned looks on their
faces.
“I’m fine! There are still a dozen or so to go. They will suffer less if we save them sooner. A demonic wisteria
fetus is a terrible thing. The longer it breeds in one’s stomach, the more life essence one loses.” The women felt nothing but admiration for him when they heard that. Waltz was tearing up. “But you’re already coughing up blood. You’ll use lots of your own energy when you
save each one of them. I’m afraid you might not be able to take it!” Alex reached into his fanny pack, but he had already consumed all his Blood Energy pills.
Having done the math, if each person required a minute to save, he’d already spent over an hour rescuing the
seventy odd women. In fact, it was very intensive work that required the support of his spiritual power each time he used a needle. Even a man of steel wouldn’t be able to take it. Waltz knew what he was reaching for. “Senior, there are no Blood Energy pills left.”
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