After all, he was a person who had been outside and experienced the vicissitudes of life. With Yang Zimei by his side, Huo Wenhua quickly calmed down.
He looked at the bodyless ghost in front of him carefully, suppressed his fear, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it Wen Dong?"
The bodyless ghost looked at him and felt a certain familiarity, 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 humans. They are bloody tears.
Therefore, the moment it shed tears, its ferocious face immediately became even more terrifying.
Huo Wenhua's heart was so scared that it almost jumped out of his chest.
The ghost in front of him was completely different from the cute and pink little brother in his memory.
He couldn't accept this huge gap at once, even though it felt so familiar to him.
"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 black mole on his left forehead.
This black mole was once evaluated by a fortune teller, who said that Huo Wendong was originally very rich and powerful, but it was just because of this black mole that it ruined the entire facial structure, leading to a bumpy destiny.
At that time, his father once thought about removing the big mole on his younger brother. Unfortunately, the technology for removing the mole at that time was not good, and the child was small and difficult to deal with. He thought that he would have to wait until he grows up before removing it.
He probably didn't get rid of it later, otherwise, his fate wouldn't be so rough and miserable.
"Can you...can you pull up your hair and let me see the left corner of your forehead?"
Huo Wenhua carefully asked the bodyless ghost.
The bodyless ghost glanced at him and pushed back 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 was ugly and ferocious. Instead, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch its face.
However, the existence state of the soul is empty.
He couldn't touch his brother's face.
"I'm sorry, Wendong, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for being selfish and cruel in the past. That's why you're like this. Just beat me and scold me."
Huo Wenhua cried guiltily.
The bodyless ghost has lost his memory and cannot remember his previous life experience.
When it saw Huo Wenhua crying, it just felt sad. It didn't feel much, let alone blame him.
At this moment, Yang Zimei felt that the atmosphere around him was getting thicker and thicker.
And those lonely ghosts that were originally approaching them fled in all directions, as if they were being driven away by some terrible force.
Death is coming?
Yang Zimei felt a little nervous and took out the Moye Sword 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. Various mythological picture books, TV movies, and movies also depict him as very ugly.
"Mr. Huo, put this on!"
Yang Zimei took out the Sky Eye that he had previously auctioned off and wanted to give it to his master, and handed it to Huo Wenhua.
The Yang Qi of the Heavenly Eye is extremely abundant, hoping to cover up the eyes and ears of the God of Death.
She had just cast a spell on Huo Wenhua, putting his life channel in a state of gathering yin, which allowed him to see and communicate with ghosts, contrary to nature.
However, she could not arbitrarily restore his original yang energy.
Because this is a deal Huo Wenhua chose to fight against destiny, and it is no longer something she can control.
All she can do now is protect him and prevent death from taking him away.