#1072 of Death (4)

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The sickle in Death's hand was no longer raised, and his hair also covered the terrifying half of his face and facial features by the way, and the remaining half was as beautiful as Xuehu's face.

That black hole looked at Yang Zimei.

She is a little hairy.

Even if she was covered and stared at by thousands of ferocious beasts, she probably didn't feel so hard.

She suddenly remembered the black hole that almost swallowed her up in the alley in the different dimension.

Will his pupils also swallow people up?

Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua who was in a panic in the car, remembered his responsibility, and boldly said to Death, "The person in the car is not a dying person, please let him go!"

Death pursed his lips and did not answer, his pupil light turned cold.

Yang Zimei felt as if she had fallen into the snowy abyss of the ice valley, and her body became cold.

In front of the god of death, she realized the humility of her power.

If it weren't for the artifact like the small iron tower, she would be vulnerable at all.

"I miss his brotherly love, and I want him to meet his younger brother so that he can gather Yin in his body. He is not someone who is about to die."

Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.

She didn't know if Death would listen to her, but at least she had to do her best to stop it.

Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. His net worth is over tens of billions. In order to obtain the maximum profit, when he was young, he did a lot of dirty things. Although it did not involve human life, it also caused many people to be displaced.

After middle age, he began to reflect on his previous sins, and began to actively do good deeds to make up for previous mistakes.

Such a person also has great significance for the underworld.

Therefore, as soon as his yang qi dropped, he immediately attracted the attention of the god of death, who wanted to harvest his soul in his own hands, instead of being taken away by ordinary bulls and horses.

This is what Yang Zimei expected before.

However, she really did not expect Death to grow up like this.

"The deadline has come, and there are only two days to live."

The god of death suddenly spoke up.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.

She had fortune-telling for Huo Wenhua before, she could live to at least 80 years old, how come she had only two days left?

Her fingers quickly counted--

Sure enough, the calculation results show that Huo Wenhua's numerology has changed, and the deadline has come.

This……

She was in a cold sweat.

Is it because of her fault?

Before gathering Yin for him, she clearly deduced it first, and deduced that he was only seriously ill.

"I'll be back in two days!"

After the death god finished speaking, he stepped on the black cloud and turned to leave.

Yang Zimei hurriedly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because he violated the law of heaven? Is it my fault?"

"No. That's what he has to bear."

After the death god finished speaking, the sickle was retracted, the wide sleeves were swung, and the black cloud wrapped around him and disappeared instantly.

The gloomy atmosphere around him dissipated.

The originally cooled temperature resumed rising.

Air began to flow.

The little animals began to bark again.

Some ghosts and wild ghosts who had been separated from the past also returned, floating around.

Yang Zimei opened the car door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's alright."

"Thank you, Master Yang, thank you."

Huo Wenhua is very grateful.

Yang Zimei looked at him with a look of guilt.

His deadline is approaching, and death will still come in two days. She really can't do anything this time.

She also didn't know how to tell him about it.

"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"

Yang Zimei asked tentatively, "If you say you will die in two days, what will you do?"

"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, and when I find Wendong's corpse, I will have no regrets in my life."

Huo Wenhua said indifferently with a look of life and death.

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