The sickle in Death's hand no longer raised, and her hair also covered the terrifying half of her face and facial features, leaving the remaining half of her face as beautiful as Snow Lake.
That black hole-like eye looked at Yang Zimei.
She's a little hairy.
Even if she was covered and stared at by thousands of ferocious beasts, she probably wouldn't feel this uncomfortable.
She suddenly remembered the black hole that almost swallowed her up in the alley of another dimension.
Will his pupils also swallow people up?
Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua who was panicking in the car, remembered his responsibility, and boldly spoke to the God of Death: "The person in the car is not a dying person, please let him go!"
The God of Death pursed his lips and did not answer, and his eyes turned cold.
Yang Zimei felt as if he had fallen into an ice valley and a snowy abyss, and his body became cold.
In front of the God of Death, she realized the insignificance of her own strength.
If it weren't for an artifact like the Little Iron Tower, she would be completely vulnerable.
"I miss him as a brother, and I want him to meet his younger brother so that the Yin can gather in his body. He is not a person whose end is approaching."
Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.
She didn't know if the God of Death would listen to her, but at least she had to do her best to stop it.
Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. He has a net worth of tens of billions. In order to maximize profits, he did a lot of dirty things when he was young. Although no human life was involved, many people were displaced.
After middle age, he became successful, began to reflect on his past sins, and began to actively do good deeds to make up for his past mistakes.
Such a person also has great existential significance to the underworld.
Therefore, as soon as his yang energy dropped, he immediately attracted the attention of the God of Death, who wanted to harvest his soul into his own hands instead of being taken away by an ordinary bull-headed horse face.
This was what Yang Zimei had expected before.
However, she really didn't expect that the God of Death would look like this.
"The deadline has come. I only have two days to live."
The God of Death suddenly spoke.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.
She had told Huo Wenhua's fortune before, saying he could live to at least eighty years old. Why did he only have two days left to live?
Her fingers began to count rapidly——
Sure enough, the calculation results showed that Huo Wenhua's numerology had changed and his deadline had arrived.
this……
She broke into a cold sweat.
Is it her fault?
Before gathering yin on him, she clearly deduced that he was just seriously ill.
"I will come again in two days!"
After finishing speaking, the God of Death stepped on the black clouds and turned to leave.
Yang Zimei hurriedly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because he violated the laws of nature? Is it my fault?"
"No. That's the result he has to bear."
After the God of Death finished speaking, he retracted his sickle and waved his wide sleeves, and the black cloud enveloped him and disappeared instantly.
The gloomy atmosphere around him dispersed.
The temperature that was originally cooling resumes rising.
The air starts to flow.
The little animals started making various noises again.
Some ghosts that had been scattered before also came back and were floating around.
Yang Zimei opened the car door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's okay."
"Thank you, Master Yang, thank you."
Thank you very much Huo Wenhua.
Yang Zimei looked at him with a guilty look on his face.
His end was approaching, and death would come in two days. There was really nothing she could do this time.
She also didn't know how to tell him about this.
"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"
Yang Zimei asked tentatively, "What would you do if you were told that you would die in two days?"
"Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. Once Wen Dong's body is found, I will have no regrets in life."
Huo Wenhua said calmly, as if he had seen through life and death.