Chapter 1145 Lord Death, Hello (5)

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Huo Wenhua woke up leisurely and found that his soul was attached to his body again. He patted his aching head suspiciously, and looked at Yang Zimei blankly, "Master Yang, am I dreaming?"

"Master Yang, am I dreaming?"

The clone ghost also woke up and touched his head.

Yang Zimei really felt the cuteness of this replicator more and more.

In order to refuse to become Huo Wendong's replica ghost, it actually used self-mutilation, which really surprised her.

"I want to be born again, I want to be born again, you let me go!"

Huo Wendong yelled, "Brother, get out of your body quickly and let me go, it's mine, you can't betray your trust like this!"

Death waved his hand.

Huo Wendong was dragged by the head and horse and disappeared instantly.

Huo Wenhua looked at the God of Death suspiciously, "Lord Death God, why is this? Am I still alive?"

"You are already dead!"

Death beckoned to the replica ghost.

The replica ghost walks to the god of death.

"Are you willing to come with me?" Death asked the replicator.

The copy ghost looked back at Huo Wenhua and nodded.

"Let's go then!"

After the death god finished speaking, the wide sleeves rolled up the black cloud, and disappeared in front of everyone with the copy ghost.

Huo Wenhua was still in a dream, he stretched out his hand and bit himself hard to make sure he was dreaming.

It still hurts!

"Master Yang, Lord Death is really gone? I really didn't die?"

Huo Wenhua shook his painful hand and looked at Yang Zimei in surprise and joy.

"You are already dead."

Yang Zimei pointed to him and counted it, and found that his numerology had become blank, and he could no longer calculate his numerology.

"What do you mean? I'm not here right now?"

Huo Wenhua asked suspiciously, "Isn't the god of death also gone? Why was Wendong taken away by Niu Tau Ma Mian? Not me?"

Yang Zimei simply told him what the replica ghost had just done, "The replica ghost has been taken away by the god of death instead of you, you should have been in the same spirit, so in a sense, you are already a living dead. It is no longer under the control of the Three Realms.”

Huo Wenhua still didn't understand her words, but regretted that his brother was finally taken away by Niu Tau Ma Mian, and he once again lost him.

"Mr. Huo, you will belong to half yin and half yang in the future, so cherish it."

Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "I'm also surprised that Lord Death can let you go like this, but that's also due to the copy ghost. It has feelings for you and is willing to follow Death instead of you. This is your creation."

"Master Yang, I understand what you said. In the future, I will use the rest of my days to do more things that I should do. I am worthy of death for letting me go this time."

Huo Wenhua said with a moved face, "In the future, whether it is a person or a ghost, I will do my best to help them."

Looking at him like this, Yang Zimei also understood what Death meant by leaving Huo Wenhua behind.

"Sister, I'm going to look for Ripple!"

Seeing that the matter in front of her was over, Xiaoqian said to Yang Zimei.

"I'll go as well!"

Yang Zimei looked at the blood-red Manzhu Shahua in front of him, they were still swaying and undulating.

It may be because Huo Wenhua has survived this death catastrophe, and she is in a much better mood. Looking at this Manzhu Shahua again, she feels especially gorgeous.

And the way that the god of death stepped on them and walked slowly just now was deeply embedded in her mind and lingered.

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[Originally, this chapter wanted to make Huo Wendong, Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost all die, but seeing that everyone is so fond of Huo Wenhua, let him live, so as not to regret it. 】