Seeing his indifference, Yang Zimei felt slightly at ease.
Fate is something that is often brought upon by oneself, and one cannot blame others.
She just fulfilled her responsibilities as a fortune teller, and the one she really chose was Huo Wenhua.
What's more, the God of Death also said just now that Huo Wenhua's time has come and it has nothing to do with her. It is a change in his numerology.
However, she couldn't understand.
How come someone who can live to be over eighty years old reports to the God of Death thirty years in advance?
Huo Wenhua carefully held the piece of jade that his younger brother was attached to, and watched his younger brother's soul continue to repent.
Although Huo Wendong could not remember the past at all, he was moved by his sincere and sincere emotions and felt warm that he had such a brother who he still remembered.
"Brother, although I don't remember you, nor do I remember what you did to me. But these things have passed. I will not resent you, and you don't need to remember it in my heart. After so many years,
I have been wandering here alone and helplessly, being bullied by those lonely ghosts. I don’t have any relatives or friends to worship me, which makes me even more lonely and helpless. I originally thought that I was such a miserable person.
As a result, I still have a brother who misses me so much that he even sacrifices his life to see me. I am very satisfied, really satisfied. After I find the body, I should be able to reincarnate with peace of mind, and the reincarnation in the next life will be the same.
It won’t be so miserable.”
Huo Wendong comforted Huo Wenhua and said.
Hearing this, Huo Wenhua felt even more guilty.
He believed that everything was his fault and that he was the reason why his brother was like this.
Looking at the two brothers, Yang Zimei's fingers did not stop and continued to count.
This time, she calculated it based on Huo Wendong's birth date and horoscope.
The results came out, and the hexagram of Li Daitao was actually calculated!
Li Daitao is stiff?
What's the meaning?
Yang Zimei can't understand this hexagram yet.
And when she calculated Huo Wendong's divination alone, it turned out that the divination sign was that the dead tree was blooming.
Could it be?
A bold speculation flashed through her mind, but she felt ridiculous for her speculation.
Logically speaking, this is impossible to happen.
"Master Yang, let's continue on our way. Didn't you mean to push it to where my brother's body is?"
Huo Wenhua saw that she was lost in thought, so he reminded her.
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
"I'll give this back to you. The yang energy of this Dzi bead is too strong, which makes my brother's soul a little uncomfortable."
Huo Wenhua handed the dzi bead back to her.
"Mr. Huo, how about I do something to help you gather the yang now? The yin energy lingers for too long, which will do too much harm to the body. Moreover, the road not far ahead was once a mass grave, and you will see many orphans.
Ghostly."
Yang Zimei couldn't bear to ask.
"No, thank you Master Yang. I want to continue to be like this. I want to spend more time with Wendong and chat with him more."
Huo Wenhua firmly refused.
"Mr. Huo, it's easy for some ghosts to get possessed by you."
Yang Zimei said helplessly.
"With you here, what should I be afraid of?"
Huo Wenhua smiled and said, "I believe you will not let any ghost come to my body."
Yang Zimei was speechless.
Naturally, she has the responsibility to protect him from other lonely ghosts, but if this continues, he really can't do it.
In two days, the deadline will really come.
"Mr. Huo, I can prevent ghosts from approaching you, but if this continues, your body will not be able to bear it and you may die."
Yang Zimei couldn't help but said.
"If I really want to die, it will be my retribution. I won't blame you."
Huo Wenhua smiled.
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[The Q group of Xixi is now announced: Xixi harem 101489649, the stepping stone is the name of the male protagonist in the book]