He shrugged and said.

After some idle chatter, Doctor Nile called out Feng Mo Future.

"Uncle Liu, this is the junior from school."

Feng Mo Future took out the painting she had made.

"Alright, let me take a look."

Liu Zheng took the paper, only to see it was completely blank.

"Hmm?"

He didn't think Feng Mo Future would be playing a trick on him; there must be something wrong with the painting itself.

"Can you see the drawing on this?"

He asked Feng Mo Future.

"Yes, I can."

Feng Mo Future replied.

"Doctor, Ah Bao, how about you guys?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"I can only see a blurry outline."

Doctor Nile glanced and said.

"I can see the whole face, but the drawing is so awful. I could do better with my claws."

The Panda commented.

"Hmm..."

He probably figured out the pattern here.

Feng Mo Future had seen that girl in person, so she could see the complete image she drew.

Liu Zheng, on the other hand, hadn't seen the girl and didn't possess any legitimate extraordinary power, so he saw nothing.

Doctor Nile was a genuine priest, but his power system didn't align with the Nightmare Suppression Technique, thus he could only see a blurry outline.

The Panda was from the Mystical Sect, with a power system related to the Nightmare Suppression Technique, so he could see the full face, but it still wasn't the original.

"Doctor, do you guys have a way to crack this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Simple, just give me the painting materials."

The Panda volunteered.

"Alright."

He nodded at Feng Mo Future, who immediately went to the guest room to fetch the painting tools.

The Panda took out a bamboo-made altar from a floral cloth bundle, along with incense, an incense burner, a copper bell, yellow cloth, and other items to place on the altar.

"Man, I also need a big red rooster that's over three years old, and it has to be one that hasn't been castrated."

The Panda said.

"Where am I supposed to get that for you now? And how much does a three-year-old big red rooster weigh?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"About five or six pounds, I'd say."

The Panda thought for a moment and replied.

"Then I'll give you six pounds."

He said generously, then cut six pounds of meat from himself and placed it on the altar.

"If all rituals were done like you do, the Mystical Sect would have gone extinct by now."

The Panda couldn't help but comment.

"That's because you don't know how to be flexible. Why not recruit more Black Mountain Goat cubs or something similar as disciples?"

Liu Zheng retorted.

"You think recruiting disciples for the Mystical Sect is like hiring delivery guys for your restaurant? Just accepting anyone."

The Panda rolled its eyes, folded the yellow cloth on the table into a bowl shape, and put Liu Zheng's flesh into the cloth bowl.

"The natural world, filthy energy disperse; mysterious void in the cave, transcendental origin; eight directions of divine presence make me natural; spiritual treasure talisman decree, proclaim to the nine heavens; Qianluodana, supreme mystery; vanquish demons and bind evils, save countless people; Zhongshan divine spells, primordial jade texts; chant once to ward off ailments and prolong life; traverse the five sacred mountains, the eight seas are known; demon king bows his head, guards my pavilion; wickedness dissipates, Dao energy remains."

"Urgent as the law commands!"

After chanting the opening spell, the Panda vigorously shook the copper bell three times, then formed a sword gesture with its right claw pointing at the flesh in the cloth bowl, which immediately turned into a bowl of blood water.

The Panda dipped the brush in the blood water, asking Feng Mo Future about the girl's appearance while sketching on the paper.

With the reference of Feng Mo Future's personal painting and verbal description, it quickly sketched one.

After Feng Mo Future pointed out detailed mistakes, the Panda performed a spell to burn the paper and then drew another one.

"That's right, this is her."

By the fourth version, Feng Mo Future finally couldn't find any differences from her memory.

"Phew, that wore me out."

The Panda tossed the brush aside, panting.

Conducting a ritual was already tiring work, but having to draw at the same time made it even more exhausting for the Panda.

"Thanks for the effort. Later, let's relax at the Jidao Public Bath, it's on me."

Liu Zheng patted it on the shoulder and said.

"That's more like it."

The Panda said contentedly.

He chuckled, picking up the drawing paper.

Have to say, the Panda's painting skills were indeed impressive, not reaching the photorealistic level of oil paintings akin to photographs, but more than enough for finding someone.

Though being entirely painted with blood made it look a bit creepy.

An average face, at most can be considered cute, with black-framed glasses, and the classic hairdo of "catfish whiskers" plus "low ponytail," the kind you couldn't pick out of a crowd.

"Principal, I've sent you the photo, please verify the person's identity first and then let me know. Don't act on your own; wait for me to arrive before doing anything."

Taking a picture of the drawing and sending it to the Meide Middle School principal, Liu Zheng worriedly called to remind one more time.

"Rest assured, I will fully cooperate."

The principal promised.

He couldn't be happier to leave it all to Liu Zheng to handle so he won't be blamed if anything goes wrong.

"Stay here comfortably. If you need anything, let Niu Daji know. Here's some money for you to use."

Liu Zheng handed a wad of money to Feng Mo Future.

"No need, Uncle Liu, the doctor and the others are all good to me, and I have money on me."

Feng Mo Future politely declined.

"Take it, no need to be polite about money with me. If you don't take it, I'll just end up tossing it around anyway. If you really want to thank me, perhaps you can coax your grandpa to make me another hundred or two of God Inviting Incense later."

He forcibly stuffed the money into Feng Mo Future's pocket.

Fortunately, his tentacle was quite agile and didn't touch anything inappropriate.

"A hundred or two hundred sticks!"

Feng Mo Future's eyes widened.

Though Ba Tiao hadn't taught her incense making, her bloodline memory informed her of a lot.

The entire Fengmo Family hadn't made a hundred God Inviting Incense sticks in their history; was he trying to work her grandpa to death?

"A hundred or two hundred isn't too much, one or two sticks aren't too little either. Alright, I'm off."

Liu Zheng bade farewell and drove back to the restaurant.

"Hey buddy, give Britain a call for me."

He said upon entering the break room.

"What do you need it for again?"

Niu Ma frowned.

Every time after talking to that Britain guy, it felt nauseating for a long while.

"Sigh, pulled another matchmaking service again."

Liu Zheng sighed and explained Big Silver Fang's situation to it.

"Hahaha, serves you right for not being strong enough. Big Silver Fang must be dull-witted to be fooled by you, should've executed you on the spot."

Niu Ma said gloatingly.

"Buddy, what're you happy about? If she had defiled me, your bets will collapse too."

Liu Zheng said expressionlessly.

"Damn!"

Niu Ma was late to realize.

"Quick, you better tell Britain, let those two plugs fit into sockets."

It immediately dialed Britain's number.

"Hehe."

Saying Big Silver Fang was dull, its own IQ wasn't much higher.

Liu Zheng murmured to himself while picking up the call.

"What's the matter?"

Britain's tone didn't sound too enthusiastic either.

"Honorable British Minister, it's me."

He quickly said.

"Oh, it's you, rookie."

Britain's tone sounded somewhat warmer.

"Need my help with something again?"

"Here's the situation, didn't you ask me to keep an eye out last time? I've already found a suitable candidate."

Liu Zheng said.

"Excellent, as expected from someone I appreciate, effective indeed."

Britain praised.

"Who is the person?"

"The owner of Villa No. 8 at Sky Garden Community, named Big Silver Fang, female. The race can't be determined, but the desire and combat prowess in that regard is undoubtedly strong."

He answered.

"How do we meet?"

"I told her to book a private room in the restaurant and specifically ask for you to serve it."

Liu Zheng said.

"Well, who knows who will serve whom then."

Britain chuckled.

"Hope the candidate you chose can satisfy me. If you provoke my fire and can't extinguish it, I might just need you to resolve it."

"Of course, if my experience is good enough, you'll also get an extra reward."

Britain gave a stick and then a sweet date.

"I trust your ability, and I trust my own judgment."

He said confidently.

"Then let's wait and see."

Britain hung up the phone.