"I don't really know either; Father just suddenly came from behind like this, muttering things like 'needs purification,' 'needs confession,' 'devils and heresy have invaded the church,' 'little boy is too terrifying' and such—"
"Huh?" A passerby heard this, his mouth opening in surprise, eyes immediately becoming tense.
"No, no, no! Everything's fine here! I guess... maybe Father is, um..." The volunteer quickly waved his hand, paused for a moment, and unable to find a better word, said:
"Father might not be feeling well."
Father Qiu, who was repeatedly purifying, now withdrew his hands from the Holy Water, splashing a small spray.
His expression still somewhat dazed, aware of the questioning looks from the administrator and believers, he forced a smile and softly said "It's fine" before slowly stepping toward the confessional.
Needs to confess to the Lord.
Yu Guang glanced at Chen Yu Ying and the three walking in front.
Father Qiu was taken aback.
