Little Illusion was right. Just one day later, Mysterious Disasters similar to "agricultural workers turning into scarecrows" began occurring frequently throughout the Eastern Continent.
Zhao Han had thought it would be easy to resolve, but even after analyzing and tinkering with the four scarecrows every which way, she still found no clue.
The whole sequence of events was simple. Four agricultural workers had been deceived by an online treasure-hunting method, but they had somehow connected with a real monster, which turned them into scarecrows.
Yet there was no way to resolve the problem. How to save the people, how to find the monster behind it all, and how to stop the disaster from spreading were the most important matters.
Clearly, using them as a starting point, that monster had set its sights on the group of agricultural workers in the Eastern Continent.
The group was not large in absolute numbers, numbering only tens of millions, less than one percent of the Eastern Continent People's total population.
But they were extremely important, directly connected to agricultural production.
If the incident continued to spread, no one would dare farm the land. The consequences would be unimaginable.
This was the danger of the physical world becoming mysterious—a hidden danger in what seemed like a very small link could bring about an enormous catastrophe.
At Wenren Sheng's home.
He already knew about this. Little Illusion had chattered on about it without end. "Old Han's skills are lousy, but she's obsessed with it. She wouldn't even let me help. She still hasn't solved it, and she's turned a small matter into a huge mess."
What could Zhao Han do? What Little Illusion said was true. It really was Zhao Han who had refused her help.
"Oh, agricultural workers turning into scarecrows... that is rather troublesome.