"Mr. Huo, life and death are determined by destiny! Life is just a process of continuous reincarnation. If you can use the God of Death to personally invite you, it means that your next life will be good."
Yang Zimei could only comfort her like this.
"Well, I don't care whether I live long or short. What I care about is that I haven't made up for the wrong I did to Wendong. I haven't found his descendants yet. I haven't had the opportunity to bury him with dignity and do the work for him.
It’s enough for legal matters.”
Huo Wenhua sighed.
"Brother, I don't care about this."
Huo Wendong's soul said, "I am satisfied that we can be together completely."
"Master Yang, I just asked you to ask me something, can you agree to it?"
Huo Wenhua looked a little hesitant, but asked solemnly.
"Say it."
Yang Zimei thought that he wanted to find a good burial place for his two brothers, or that he wanted to personally redeem Huo Wendong.
"When Death comes, can you ask Death for me?"
Huo Wenhua's words shocked Yang Zimei.
She was quite afraid of the God of Death.
What's more, how can she ask the God of Death to let Huo Wenhua go?
If the god of death was Xue Hu, she might be able to plead twice.
"Mr. Huo, there is nothing I can do about the God of Death deciding a person's life or death."
Yang Zimei said helplessly, "No matter how powerful I am, I'm just a mortal."
"Master Yang, I don't want you to beg the God of Death to let me go. I have lived until now, found Wendong, and experienced such thrilling and novel things in the past two days. I don't have much complaints about death. But
, Wendong has been wandering and living a rough life since I threw him on the boat. I hope that after the God of Death takes my soul away, Wendong's soul can enter my body and live my life instead."
Huo Wenhua looked at Yang Zimei sincerely and asked, "Or maybe, Master Yang, you have the ability to make Wendong's soul attach to me?"
Hearing his request, Yang Zimei looked at him in surprise.
"Mr. Huo, I can't promise you this. Mr. Wendong has been dead for decades. If I let him attach to your body, it would be an act that goes against the laws of nature. I can't do it.
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"Alas! Then I have no choice but to pray to the God of Death myself."
Huo Wenhua sighed.
"Mr. Huo Wendong, do you want to start a new job?"
Yang Zimei saw Huo Wendong's soul's eyes shining brightly, as if he had a strong desire to live, so he couldn't help but ask.
Huo Wendong nodded.
Yang Zimei was speechless, thinking of the hexagram he had calculated before, Li Daitao was dead!
Will it really happen that Huo Wendong replaces Huo Wenhua?
Will Huo Wendong really become a dead tree?
This should be impossible!
How could the God of Death agree?
She took another look at the replica ghost who was inseparable from Huo Wenhua.
Ever since the clone ghost appeared, she thought that Li Daitao was the clone ghost who was taken away by death instead of Huo Wenhua.
Therefore, she just tolerated it.
As a result, in Huo Wenhua's will, he wanted Huo Wendong to live in his place.
Then just let everything go.
Anyway, she is not God, and she does not want to interfere with other people's choices of destiny. At most, she can help push them when she has the opportunity.
Yang Zimei looked at the remaining seven heads.
They have all turned into withered bones, and I don’t know where their original souls are wandering.