"Let me rephrase, is there anything here that could possibly harm you or even cause your death?"
Shard asked, and the sheep slowly nodded:
"No, everyone here is quite friendly."
Shard thought for a moment:
"Have you ever seen any strange guys? Strange meaning, they have a serious stench, like something that belongs to a dead human?"
The sheep pondered again, its posture while chewing and thinking looked so wise:
"I've seen them, but they are not common. They dwell underground and occasionally bury chicken bones and duck bones nearby. Once, when I was using the bathroom at night, I encountered it. It didn't want to harm me, probably because I'm more valuable than chickens and ducks."
The vocabulary it used became increasingly elegant.
"Really, ghouls exist? Nicholas Green turned into undead after his death?"
Shard was slightly surprised, then asked again:
"Do you know..."
