Huo Wenhua woke up leisurely and found that his soul was attached to his body again. He touched his aching head in confusion and looked at Yang Zimei blankly, "Master Yang, am I dreaming?"
"Master Yang, am I dreaming?"
The replicator also woke up and touched his head.
Yang Zimei really found the cuteness of this replicator more and more.
In order to refuse to become Huo Wendong's clone ghost, it actually resorted to self-mutilation, which really surprised her.
"I want to be reborn, I want to be reborn, let me go!"
Huo Wendong yelled, "Brother, get out of your body quickly and let me get in. That's mine. You can't be so treacherous!"
The god of death waved his hand.
The bull-headed horse-faced man pulled Huo Wendong and disappeared in an instant.
Huo Wenhua looked at the God of Death in confusion, "Master Death, why is this? Can I still be alive?"
"You are already dead!"
Death beckons to the clone ghost.
The clone ghost walked to Death.
"Are you willing to come with me?" Death asked the clone ghost.
The clone ghost looked back at Huo Wenhua and nodded.
"Then let's go!"
After the God of Death finished speaking, his broad sleeves rolled up the black clouds, and the replicator disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Huo Wenhua still seemed to be in a dream. He reached out and bit himself hard to confirm whether he was dreaming.
It still hurts!
"Master Yang, is the God of Death really gone? Am I really not dead?"
Huo Wenhua shook his painful hand and looked at Yang Zimei in surprise and joy.
"You are already dead."
Yang Zimei pinched his fingers and started to calculate for him, and found that his numerology had become blank, and he could no longer calculate his numerology.
"What do you mean? Aren't I fine here?"
Huo Wenhua asked doubtfully, "Didn't the God of Death leave too? Why was Wendong taken away by the Bull-Head-Horse Face? Not me?"
Yang Zimei simply told him what the clone ghost had just done, "The clone ghost has been taken away by death in your place. You two are supposed to be in the same spirit, so in a sense, you are already a living dead."
Now, it will no longer be under the control of the Three Realms."
Huo Wenhua still didn't understand what she said, but he just regretted that his brother was eventually taken away by the Bull-Head-Horse Face, and he failed him again.
"Mr. Huo, you will be half yin and half yang from now on, so cherish it."
Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "I am also surprised that the God of Death can let you go like this, but that is also the credit of the replicator ghost. It has developed feelings for you and is willing to follow the God of Death in your place. This is your destiny."
"Master Yang, I understand what you said. From now on, I will use the remaining days to do more things that I should do. I am worthy of the God of Death letting me go this time."
Huo Wenhua said with a moved face, "In the future, whether they are humans or ghosts, I will do my best to help them."
Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei also understood what death meant by leaving Huo Wenhua behind.
"Sister, I'm going to find Lianyi!"
When Xiao Qian saw that the matter in front of him was over, he said to Yang Zimei.
"I am coming too!"
Yang Zimei looked at the blood-red Manzhushahua in front of her, they were still swaying and undulating.
Maybe it was because Huo Wenhua had survived this death, and she was in a much better mood. Looking at the Manzhu Shahua again, she felt particularly gorgeous.
And the way the God of Death walked slowly over them just now has been deeply etched in her mind, and she can't get rid of it.
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[Originally, this chapter wanted Huo Wendong, Huo Wenhua and the replicator to die, but seeing how much everyone disliked Huo Wenhua, I just let him live to avoid regrets. ]