After hearing this, Huo Wenhua's face was as white as paper, and his whole body was shaking like chaff, "Why? Why is there such a big punishment?"
"Brother, brother, brother..."
Huo Wendong called Huo Wenhua in an extremely pitiful and resentful tone, "My life is so miserable, wuwu, when I was so young, you tricked me into the boat, and I was bought and sold by human traffickers. I was looked down upon and beaten and scolded.
No food, no clothes, no sleep..."
After hearing Huo Wendong's words, Huo Wenhua's guilt defeated his fear.
Yes, everything was his fault back then, so what if he has to bear this punishment on his brother's behalf now?
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Didn’t Buddha say this?
What's more, he is going to hell in place of his younger brother.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to the God of Death, "I am willing to replace him!"
"Decided?"
Death looked at him and waved casually.
Behind him, two black clouds appeared instantly.
Two ghosts and gods walked out of the dark clouds!
One looks like a bull’s head, and the other looks like a horse’s face!
They were at least two and a half meters tall, had sinister faces, and were holding a thick black chain.
Seeing the legendary bull-headed horse face appearing in front of him, Huo Wenhua's heart jumped to the point of panic with fear.
"Decided?"
The God of Death interrogated Huo Wenhua again, "It's decided, you go with the Bull-Head-Horse Face!"
"elder brother……"
Huo Wendong was afraid that Huo Wenhua would regret it, so he cried pitifully, "Save me..."
Huo Wenhua's heart softened and he nodded, "Well, it's decided."
After saying that, he proactively extended his hand.
The God of Death flicked his black robe...
Huo Wenhua's soul separated from his body!
The bull-headed horse came forward and cuffed his hands.
Seeing Huo Wenhua like this, Yang Zimei really felt sorry for him.
Such a rich man who still has a benevolent soul is so pure, but now he has to suffer the retribution that only evil people suffer.
Huo Wendong's face was full of joy, and he approached Huo Wenhua's body, wanting to get attached to it.
Yang Zimei moved his finger and flicked his soul away!
"Master Yang, what are you going to do? Don't stop me from being reborn, I want to enjoy life!"
Huo Wendong shouted, his face full of expectation.
"Lord Death, can it really be replaced like this?"
Yang Zi looked at the God of Death unwillingly and said, "Mr. Huo Wenhua, is it really the end of the day?"
"It's his choice."
The God of Death said coldly, "I respect his choice. Of course, I can allow him to regret it once."
When Huo Wendong heard this, he became nervous and hurriedly shouted to Huo Wenhua's soul, "Brother, you can't regret it, you promised me."
Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, aren't you afraid that your choice is wrong?"
Huo Wenhua smiled bitterly, "Even if it's wrong, this is the only choice I have. I failed Wendong once, so I'll give him everything back. Master Yang, please take good care of him!"
The corners of Yang Zimei's lips twitched slightly.
Judging from Huo Wendong's expression just now, she would never take care of such a person, so she did not answer.
Hearing that Huo Wenhua didn't say he regretted it, Huo Wendong's tense expression relaxed again, "Master Yang, please stop being meddlesome. This is my brother's choice. Go away and let me in!"
Yang Zimei looked at the God of Death.
The God of Death just looked at him blankly, with that beautiful half of his face devoid of any emotion.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to let Huo Wendong enter Huo Wenhua's body.
Huo Wendong was attached to his wife and jumped up excitedly, dancing and shouting.
In his heart, there was an ecstatic cheer: "I am prosperous, I am going to be reborn!"
