Chapter Forty-Four: Corpse Fiend sends a Fire Gourd (Second update!)_1

Suddenly, a burst of intense heat swept through, and a golden radiance like the sun rose in the Ghost Zone.

Butcher Maxwell hastily knelt down: "Welcome, Your Highness Corpse Fiend!"

From the street came the clanking sound of a zombie that seemed to be made of gold, moving in a stiff, mechanical manner.

Its body emitted scorching golden light, which dispersed the moisture by the riverside. The Drowned Ghost Princess murmured a complaint in the shadows and quietly submerged a bit deeper.

"Your Highness." Butcher Maxwell endured the discomfort on his body and welcomed him: "You're here."

Corpse Fiend turned his stiff head, and from his eyes shot two scorching golden beams, scanning the surroundings: "What's the matter?"

The voice was also filled with strong fire. Butcher Maxwell's ears emitted green smoke.

"It's over there." Butcher Maxwell pointed at Little Loach.

Little Loach stared at him, drooling.