Chapter 1142 Lord Death, Hello (2)

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"Master Death, are you really on time?"

Seeing his cold look, Yang Zimei couldn't help talking to him deliberately.

Huo Wenhua trembled behind her, reached out his hand unconsciously, like a child, and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

For him, Yang Zimei is its powerful life-saving grass at this time, and it is the protector.

And he is more and more afraid of death!

The god of death ignored Yang Zimei, but glanced at her face lightly, and the dark eyes fell on Huo Wenhua, "Huo Wenhua, it's time to go!"

Huo Wenhua's legs softened and he slumped on the ground, his lips blue and his face white.

When he was about to leave, he realized that he still had a lot to explain, a lot of reluctance.

I really want to see my wife and son again, and I want to make a will.

His three sons are usually very harmonious on the surface, but they are secretly fighting and undermining each other, and he also knows it.

He had never thought about the plan of his will before, nor did he expect to die so early, because Yang Zimei told him his fortune before, saying that as long as he always has good thoughts and pays attention to exercise, he can live to be in his eighties.

As for Yang Zimei's words, he basically believes in it, so he is not in a hurry to allocate a company and make a will.

Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, and the god of death suddenly came up.

His heart also became hesitant and fearful.

At this time, Huo Wendong suddenly knelt in front of the god of death, and his voice was pitiful and sad, "Lord Death, I am unwilling to die, please have mercy on my lonely life in this short life, and let me go!"

Death glanced at him lightly, "I don't care about your affairs!"

A soul like Huo Wendong will naturally be taken away by a bullhead and a horse, but what he wants to take away is a soul that lives as an individual in this world.

"Lord Death, he used to be unstoppable to me, saying that he wanted to give me his body, let me be reborn, make up for his sins, and ask Lord Death to fulfill me!"

After finishing speaking, Huo Wendong looked at Huo Wenhua with anticipation and urged anxiously, "Brother, hurry up! You can't bear me anymore, don't worry, if I replace you in life, I will definitely treat my sister-in-law and nephew well."

Huo Wenhua hesitated for a moment, and boldly begged to the god of death, "Lord Death, my deadline has come, and I will die without regrets. I just ask you to replace my brother Huo Wendong and be reborn, even if I am punished in hell, I am willing!"

Yang Zimei watched from the side.

She knew that it was inappropriate to let Huo Wendong live, but that was the choice between them.

And she didn't think Death would agree.

"so?"

Who knew that the god of death actually asked these two words aloud!

"Um!"

Huo Wenhua hesitated for a moment, then nodded to answer.

"His sin is not clear, will you bear it for him?"

Death actually still patiently asked Huo Wenhua.

In fact, in addition to the sins of his previous life, Huo Wendong took several lives on his back in this life, fled back to China from Nanyang, and killed the owner's family with greed on the boat, and even later killed for a piece of bread.

It was precisely because of his suffocating aura that he was favored in the formation. It was not until he completely lost his memory and drifted outside that he lightened his suffocation.

Yang Zimei didn't calculate it, and didn't know.

If she knew, she wouldn't help him like this.

"what?"

Huo Wenhua was slightly stunned. He didn't know that he had to help Huo Wendong bear the sin and be punished.

Of course, he didn't know what crime Huo Wendong committed and how much punishment he would suffer.

"Purgatory of oil pan, three generations are insects, three generations are cattle, three generations are repeating the fate of this life, being abandoned, betrayed, and dying, are you willing?"

Death looked at Huo Wenhua with no emotion at all.

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