On the shore, Shen Can finally got a clear look at the Crimson Gold Fish.
Its entire body gleamed crimson-gold. The dragon whiskers beneath its jaw were over a foot long, and its head was vastly different from that of an ordinary grass carp, its forehead rising and falling like little hills.
A lucky beast possessed high intelligence and was also exceedingly rare.
A lucky beast had repeatedly appeared near the tribe, even rescuing people and watering fields. Could it be looking for a long-term meal ticket?
The Dragon Whisker Carp swam about in the water for a long while before approaching within thirty feet of Shen Can.
Half its head rose from the water. At the spot beneath its jaw where the reverse scale lay, a bloody glow flickered, as though writhing bloodworms were clinging to it.
The moment Shen Can saw that bloody light, he understood. It had not come begging for food—it had come seeking help.
It even understood the principle of giving before taking, watering the tribe's fields first.
With a brain like that, it was a waste for it to be a fish.
"Let me take a look."
Shen Can spoke as he tried to direct his Spiritual Sense toward the reverse scale.
Then he felt his Spiritual Sense rebound, and pain stabbed through his head.
Within the bloody light, witch runes bloomed and struck back the Spiritual Sense he had released like lightning.
At the reverse scale was a pointed witch artifact as thick as a finger.
"Blurble."
Sensing that Shen Can had suffered a blow, the Dragon Whisker Carp spat out a bubble that landed on him. Gentle, moist water vapor settled atop his head, easing his headache somewhat.
"It's been nailed by someone."
After recovering, Shen Can moved closer to the Dragon