This sheep monster had been hired to prune branches and leaves. It had always worked hard without complaint, never slacking off or playing tricks, and it was unusually honest by nature.

Who could have imagined that after one mouthful of leaves, both its temperament and physique would change so drastically, turning it so violently berserk?

Everyone was still shaken.

When the questioning reached A’Qing, the crowd answered all at once, speaking over one another but telling the truth.

In the end, the constable confirmed, “What you’re saying is that after the former owner’s old belongings fell to the ground, the oak tree mutated. Is that right?”

A’Qing looked like she was about to cry. “I don’t know if it was because of those things.” Why does it sound like it’s my fault?

“In any case, something broke, and then the oak mutated?”

“Yes… I think?”

“What were those things?”

A’Qing tried hard to remember. After all, she had only glanced at them casually. “Some bottles and jars, I suppose. There were also bits of wood, cloth dolls, and some other things… They were all old items meant to be thrown away. I-I didn’t look closely.”

“This residence changed hands recently?” The constable looked back at the fur merchant’s house. At the moment, the building, garden, and pond were all gone. Apart from the strange tree,...