"Shopkeeper, are we just going to wait like this?"
The speaker was a helper named Yang San, strong and knowledgeable in several farming techniques, responsible for guarding the front door.
Zhou Yi sighed and said, "What else can we do? If we go outside, we might catch the plague. Even Doctor Wang from Huichun Hall can't save those afflicted. We can only wait for death with our eyes open!"
Yang San glanced at the figures outside, who didn't seem like living people, and said fearfully, "We don't have much food left in the shop."
"Alcohol is the essence of grain. We can hold on for ten days or half a month. Someone will come to deal with this mess."
A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. Those who were afflicted with that epidemic sorcery could only live for three to five days if they were weak and ten days to half a month if they were strong.
