Yang Zimei reached out, took out the peach wood plaque originally hanging on Huo Wenhua's body, and put it away.
She was unwilling to leave the mahogany cards to Huo Wendong.
"Master Yang, why don't you give me the peach wood tablet?"
Following along the way, Huo Wendong naturally witnessed the effect of the peach wood tablets. When he saw her taking the peach wood tablets back, he said unwillingly, "Don't worry, I will still respect you as much as he does!"
Yang Zimei did not speak, but looked at the copy ghost aside, because the copy ghost said the same thing as Huo Wendong.
It seems that it is now copying Huo Wendong.
Or maybe it copies whoever is in that body.
However, the replicator's expression was a bit strange at this time. Although it said the same words as Huo Wendong, its expression was different.
The clone ghost looked at Huo Wenhua's soul, then at Huo Wendong who had attached himself to the body, suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
Because of his close relationship with the replicator, Huo Wendong also felt a burning pain in his cheek.
"You're a pervert. You're beating yourself up and you're hurting me!"
Huo Wendong scolded the copycat angrily.
The replicator followed him and said the same thing.
"So annoying!"
Huo Wendong said impatiently.
"So annoying!"
The clone ghost followed him.
Huo Wendong became even more upset and angry, and couldn't help but raise his foot and kick the replicator.
The clone ghost didn't dodge and was kicked hard in the abdomen.
Then both of them squatted down in pain at the same time.
The pain in my own body is actually connected with the copy ghost at the same time. Kicking the copy ghost is equivalent to kicking myself.
This annoyed him terribly, so he said to Yang Zimei, "Master Yang, can you help me get him away? I will give you 100 million yuan of property!"
The copycat also repeated these words.
Yang Zimei frowned and looked at him.
The spirit of Huo Wenhua, who was still standing aside, found that after his brother possessed his body, his demeanor completely changed, becoming gloomy and feeling vaguely uneasy.
"Oh shit!"
Huo Wendong scolded the copycat again.
The replicator responded naturally.
"I don't believe it. There is no way in this world to get rid of you!"
Huo Wendong glared at the replicator fiercely.
After the replicator repeated this sentence after him, he suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.
I saw it suddenly lowered its head and slammed into the stone wall next to it.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the copy ghost's head was bleeding and he fainted on the ground.
Huo Wendong felt as if his head had exploded and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Because his soul had only been attached to the body for less than a minute, it had not been truly consolidated, and there was no mahogany card to protect him. With this collision, his soul left the body, separated from Huo Wenhua's original body, and fainted aside.
go.
At this time, the replicator opened his eyes, walked over to Huo Wenhua, reached out and pulled him into his physical body, raised his leg and kicked him, actually kicking Huo Wenhua's soul into his physical body.
Yang Zimei looked at the dramatic scene in front of him in astonishment.
The bull-headed and horse-faced figure didn't make any movements, it just looked at the God of Death.
"Take him away!"
The God of Death pointed at Huo Wendong's soul and said in a cold tone.
Huo Wendong's soul woke up and saw that he was locked in a bull-headed horse face. He struggled in confusion, "How can you catch me? Let me go, I will be possessed and reborn!"
"You are reborn!"
The God of Death said to him coldly, "You are dead again!"
"What? How could this be? I'm not dead! I want to be reborn, and that body is mine!" Huo Wendong's soul struggled in the rope of the bull-headed horse and screamed hysterically.