"Rest easy. This is not the plague; it only looks somewhat like the symptoms of the plague," Shen Xuejin comforted her. "Where is Huwa?"
The woman struggled to lift her frail body, and with Shen Xuejin's support, she led the way to the corner of the Taoist temple. Huwa was lying on the ground, his face deathly pale, his breathing so shallow it was barely perceptible.
"Miss, I beg you, please save my son." The woman knelt down and checked Huwa’s breath. "I wanted to go out and find someone to save him, but I collapsed before I could get anywhere."
Chapter 110