Seeing his cold look, Yang Zimei couldn't help but talk to him deliberately.
Huo Wenhua was trembling behind her, and unconsciously reached out his hand, like a child, and grabbed the corner of her clothes.
For him, Yang Zimei is its powerful life-saving grass and protector at this time.
And he became more and more afraid of death!
The God of Death ignored Yang Zimei again, but glanced lightly at her face, and his dark eyes fell on Huo Wenhua, "Huo Wenhua, it's time to go!"
Huo Wenhua's legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground, his lips were blue and his face was pale.
When he really had to leave, he realized that he still had a lot that he had not explained and a lot that he was reluctant to let go of.
I really want to see my wife and son again, and I want to finalize my will.
His three sons are usually very harmonious on the surface, but secretly they fight openly and secretly and undermine each other, which he also knows.
He had never thought about the will plan before, nor did he expect to die so early, because Yang Zimei had told his fortune before, saying that as long as he kept kind thoughts and paid attention to physical exercise, he could live to be over eighty years old.
He basically believed in what Yang Zimei said, so he was not in a hurry to distribute the company and make a will.
But unexpectedly, God's calculations are worse than those of others, and the God of Death suddenly comes looking for him.
His heart became hesitant and fearful.
At this time, Huo Wendong suddenly knelt in front of the God of Death, his voice pitiful and plaintive, "Lord God of Death, I am unwilling to die. Please have mercy on me for this short life of loneliness and let me go!"
The God of Death glanced at him lightly and said, "Your affairs are not my business!"
A soul like Huo Wendong will naturally be taken away by a bull-headed horse-faced person. What he wants to take away is the soul of an individual living in the human world.
"Lord Death, he couldn't help me before. He said he wanted to give me his body so that I could be reborn to make up for his sins. I hope Lord Death will do it!"
After saying that, Huo Wendong looked at Huo Wenhua expectantly and urged anxiously, "Brother, tell me quickly! You can't fail me anymore. Don't worry, if I take your place in my life, I will definitely treat my sister-in-law, nephew and the others well."
Huo Wenhua hesitated for a moment and boldly begged the God of Death, "Lord Death, my time has come and I will die without regrets. I only ask that you can be reborn in place of my brother Huo Wendong. I am willing to be punished in hell!"
Yang Zimei watched from the side.
She knew that it was inappropriate to let Huo Wendong live, but that was the choice between them.
And she didn't think the God of Death would agree.
"so?"
Who knew that the God of Death would actually ask these two words out loud!
"Um!"
Huo Wenhua hesitated for a moment, then nodded and answered.
"His sins are countless, will you bear them for him?"
The God of Death actually asked Huo Wenhua patiently.
In fact, in addition to the sins of his previous life, Huo Wendong was burdened with several lives in this life. He fled back to China from Nanyang, and killed the captain's family out of greed on the ship, and even later killed someone for a piece of bread.
It was precisely because of his strong evil spirit that he was chosen to set up a formation. It was not until he completely lost his memory and wandered outside that his evil spirit could be washed away.
This Yang Zimei has not calculated and does not know.
If she knew, she wouldn't help him like this.
"ah?"
Huo Wenhua was slightly stunned. He didn't know that he would help Huo Wendong bear his sins and be punished.
Of course, he didn't know what crime Huo Wendong had committed and how much punishment he would suffer.
"Purgatory in oil pot, three lives as a worm, three lives as a cow, three lives repeating the fate of this life, being abandoned, betrayed, and dying a violent death, what do you want?"
The God of Death looked at Huo Wenhua with no emotion in his tone.