The aura was very uncomfortable.
It was definitely not a good thing.
Moreover, this was a small park where many children played every day.
Gu Qiaoqiao moved her fingers but didn't rashly destroy the pattern. Instead, she tentatively probed it with the spiritual energy of her fingertips.
When she realized that the uncomfortable aura had no effect on her, Gu Qiaoqiao's clear eyes shifted slightly as she reached out and plucked the black stone, mistaken for a fish's eye, from the bottom of the pool.
Yes, she prised it out.
It was cemented into a depression in the pool structure.
Whether it was psychological or an illusion, Gu Qiaoqiao felt the air around the fish sculpture seemed to twist slightly.
Gu Qiaoqiao placed the stone in her left hand, and with her right, she continued to pry out other arranged stones.
But she didn't take them out; after prying out each one, she casually tossed it aside.
