In the splendid hall of the church, Priest Ferry was looking down at a farmer who was kneeling beside his feet.
The farmer's tough body had become bent into a ball, as his hands were trembling and an abnormal purple color appeared on his skin. These abnormal purple spots would cohere and turn into black spots, which would spread all over the body within half a day, and he was considered to be strong enough not to be infected until today.
The priest said, "I know you. You're Rock Hill, living in the eastern district, and you often bring us some fresh wheat grain."
"You... remember me! That's great, Your Reverence," he repeatedly kowtowed and said, "All my family members are infected with a demonic epidemic. Please give us some holy medicine, please..."
Ferry said slowly, "But what have you brought for us this time? You know that the holy medicine is so precious that it can't be given at will, but you can exchange it with your sincere heart."
