Zhang Xiaohao's palm sucked in, and a powerful suction burst from the center, grabbing the towel on the table and holding it in his hand. He calmly glanced at the puzzled mini dog scratching the back of its head. Then, he threw the towel stained with evil blood onto the ground, and the dog humanely stopped its pawing motion and crawled over from the ground.
On the towel tainted with evil blood, it sniffed forcefully and firmly memorized the scent of the evil blood on the towel.
Lifting its head, the spirit-communicating dog barked twice at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Have you remembered the scent of evil?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Woof woof!" The dog barked vigorously twice, nodding its head.
"Take me to find it!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded.
"Woof woof!" The Yellow Paper Dog barked twice and dashed towards the outside.
Zhang Xiaohao, holding the towel stained with evil blood, stepped out with the Twelve Heavenly Steps, following behind the Yellow Paper Dog as they rushed outside.
