After washing off the bloodstains with the stream water, he reached into the water again and suddenly sensed something unusual.
As Er Gou was about to scoop up some water to drink, Gu Sheng hastily stopped him.
"Wait, don't drink!"
Hearing this, Er Gou was stunned, and the water slipped away from his fingers.
"Brother Sheng, what's wrong?"
"Something's off with the water."
"What? How come I haven't noticed anything?"
"There's a fluctuation of spiritual power in the water. It's very faint, but it's there."
Er Gou shook his hand vigorously, then wiped his hand forcefully on his clothes, as if he had touched something dirty.
Seeing him like this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but chuckle.
"I said there's spiritual power in the water, not dirt. What's with the fuss?"
Er Gou scratched his head awkwardly: "I'm just afraid of extra trouble..."
