Chapter 1069: Grim Reaper (1)

After all, it was people who were rumbling outside and experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and Yang Zimei was beside him, and Huo Wenhua soon calmed down.
He looked closely at the inanimate ghost in front of him, restrained from fear, and asked with a trembling voice, "Is it Wendong?"
The bodyless ghost looked at him, only feeling some familiarity, but couldn't remember anything.
But Huo Wenhua's warm eyes were enough to make it want to cry.
Ghost's tears are not the same as human's. They are tears.
As a result, its tears made his stern face even more frightening.
Huo Wenhua's heart jumped out of fright.
The ghost in front of him was totally different from his cute pink brother in his memory.
This huge gap left him with no way to accept it, even though he felt so familiar with himself.
"My name is Huo Wendong?"
The inanimate looked at him and asked, "Are you my brother?"
Huo Wenhua remembered that his brother had a large mole on the left frontal corner.
This mole had been criticized by a fortune teller, saying that Huo Wendong had a rich and noble appearance, only because the mole had corrupted the overall appearance and caused fate.
At that time, his father had thought about removing the big mole from his younger brother. Unfortunately, the technique was not good at that time, and the child was small and difficult to deal with.
He shouldn't get rid of it later, otherwise, his fate would not be so miserable.
"Can you ... pluck your hair up and let me look at the left forehead?"
Huo Wenhua carefully asked the bodyless ghost.
The inanimate glanced at him and plucked up the hair covering his forehead.
Sure enough, there was a big mole on his left forehead.
Huo Wenhua was excited. He was no longer afraid that the ghost in front of him was ugly and ugly, but reached out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch its face.
However, the state of existence of the soul is void.
He couldn't touch his brother's face.
"I'm sorry, Wendong, I'm sorry, all blame my brother's selfishness and cruelty before, only to let you do this, you hit me and scold me."
Huo Wenhua cried guiltily.
The inanimate ghost has no memory of his previous life because of amnesia.
When he saw Huo Wenhua crying, he just felt sad, didn't feel much, and didn't blame him.
At this time, Yang Zimei felt that the atmosphere around him was getting stronger and stronger.
And those lonely souls and wild ghosts who had approached their side fled away, as if driven by something terrible.
Is Death Coming?
Yang Zimei's heart was a little tense, and she took out Mo Xiejian and the small iron tower from the storage ring.
Death, no one has seen it, but in the well-known impression, they are terrified and terrible, and various mythical picture books and TV movies have described him very ugly.
"Mr. Huo, put on this!"
Yang Zimei took out Tianyan, which was previously auctioned down, and wanted to give it to Master, and handed it to Huo Wenhua.
The yang of Tianyan is extremely abundant, hoping to cover the eyes and eyes of death.
She just cast a spell for Huo Wenhua, leaving his life channel in a cloudy state, which is contrary to the law so that he can see ghosts and communicate with ghosts.
However, she could not let him restore his original yang at will.
Because this is a deal that Huo Wenhua chose to fight against destiny, and it is not something she can manipulate.
What she can do now is to protect him from death.