#1069 of Death (1)

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After all, he was a person who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, and with Yang Zimei by his side, Huo Wenhua quickly calmed down.

He looked at the bodyless ghost in front of him carefully, restrained his fear, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it Wendong?"

The bodyless ghost looked at him and felt something familiar, but couldn't remember anything.

But Huo Wenhua's warm eyes were enough to make him want to cry.

The tears of ghosts are different from those of human beings, they are blood-colored tears.

Therefore, its tears immediately made its hideous face even more terrifying.

Huo Wenhua's heart jumped out of fear.

The ghost in front of him was completely different from the cute and pink younger brother he remembered.

This huge gap made him unable to accept it at once, even though he felt so familiar to himself.

"My name is Huo Wendong?"

The bodyless ghost looked at him and asked, "Are you my brother?"

Huo Wenhua remembered that his younger brother had a large mole on his left forehead.

This black mole was once approved by a fortune-teller, saying that Huo Wendong was originally rich and noble, but it was only because the mole ruined the entire facial pattern and led to a rough fate.

At that time, his father once thought of removing the big black mole for his younger brother, but unfortunately, the black mole removal technology at that time was not good, and the child was small and difficult to handle.

He should not have removed it later, otherwise, his fate would not have been so rough and miserable.

"Can you...can you brush your hair up and let me take a look at the left forehead?"

Huo Wenhua asked the bodyless ghost carefully.

The bodyless ghost glanced at him and brushed up the hair covering his forehead.

Sure enough, there was a big black mole on his left forehead.

Huo Wenhua was excited, he was no longer afraid that the ghost in front of him would look ugly, but he reached out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch its face.

However, the state of existence of the soul is void.

He couldn't touch his brother's face.

"I'm sorry, Wendong, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for my selfishness and cruelty in the past, that's why I let you do this. You can beat me and scold me."

Huo Wenhua cried guiltily.

The bodyless ghost cannot remember his previous life experience because of amnesia.

Seeing Huo Wenhua crying, it just felt sad, and didn't feel much, let alone blame him.

At this moment, Yang Zimei felt that the atmosphere around her was getting stronger and stronger.

And those lonely and wild ghosts who had moved closer to their side fled one after another, as if they had been driven away by something terrible.

Death is coming?

Yang Zimei's heart became a little nervous, and she took out the Mo Xiejian and the small iron tower from the storage ring.

No one has ever seen the god of death, but in everyone's impression, he looks very scary and scary, and various mythology picture books and TV movies also depict him very ugly.

"Mr. Huo, put this on!"

Yang Zimei took out the Heavenly Eyes that she wanted to give to her master and handed it to Huo Wenhua.

The yang energy of the eyes of the sky is extremely abundant, hoping to cover up the eyes and ears of the god of death.

She cast a spell on Huo Wenhua just now, so that his life channel was in a state of gathering yin, so that he could see ghosts and communicate with ghosts against the law.

However, she couldn't let him return to his original yang at will.

Because this is a transaction that Huo Wenhua chose to fight against destiny, and it is no longer something she can manipulate.

All she can do now is to protect him and let Death not take him away.

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