The helicopter arrived at the villa and landed on the lawn, where a figure stood—the Golden Drought Evil Spirit.
Ever since Chu Hao had returned to the city, he had bought a phone for the Golden Drought Evil Spirit, making it easier to find him. The Golden Drought Evil Spirit still looked the same, like an old farmer from the countryside. No one would probably guess he was one of the Ten Ancient Evils, the Drought Fiend.
With utmost respect, the Golden Drought Evil Spirit said, "My lord."
"Gather Mu Mu, and let's set out."
Mu Mu was, in fact, the Wood Drought Fiend.
At first, everyone was puzzled why Chu Hao would bring an old farmer along, and who this "Mu Mu" person even was. But when Mu Mu made an appearance, they were all stunned—a giant wooden figure, more than three or four meters tall, its entire body suffused with Evil Qi.
Zhao Gousheng cried out in alarm, "Drought... Drought Fiend!"
