Looking at the carp that was grinning at him, Bu Fang seemed to see a clown jumping back and forth before him. There was something strange about the fish. The moment it came through the door, he already sensed the strong spiritual energy surrounding it.
Because of the excess spiritual energy, the carp had developed sentience. Clearly, it was no longer an ordinary carp. In earthly terms, it had become a demon.
Clutching the fish, Bu Fang was puzzled. If the carp was here, what was the thing the master chef had cooked just now? Could he have taken the wrong fish? He did not think so.
The carp struggled in Bu Fang's grip, twitching its body and flapping its tail, but his hand caught it tightly like a pair of pliers, so it could not break free no matter how hard it tried.
