This old man looked sick and feeble, and Chu Hao really didn't want to deal with him. What if he's faking an injury? Brother Hao would still have to take care of him, right?
"What!" The old man's eyes widened as he heard this.
Glaring angrily, the old man said, "You're lying to me! Mr. Ouyang hasn't appeared for a long time. How could he possibly show up here?" He genuinely didn't believe Chu Hao.
Just as Chu Hao was about to speak, the old man threw a clay pot, which exploded upon impact with the ground. Immediately, something the size of a palm rushed towards him, exuding a ghostly aura.
Chu Hao raised his hand and snatched it from the air. It was a palm-sized Ghost Baby, pitch-black all over, with a fierce face, baring its fangs and letting out a HISS. The strength of this Ghost Baby was at a high level among Evil Ghosts, almost equal to the Faceless Ghost that Ouyang Zhen used to nurture.
