Chapter 1072: Grim Reaper (4)

The sickle on Grim Reaper's hand no longer rises, and his hair also covers the terrible face and features on the other side, leaving the other half as beautiful as Xuehu.
The eye looked at Yang Zimei like a black hole.
She is a little hairy.
Even if she was obscured by thousands of fierce beasts, she probably didn't feel so uncomfortable.
She suddenly remembered the black hole that had almost swallowed her in that all-dimensional space alley.
Will his pupils also devour people?
Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua, who was panicking in the car, remembered his responsibility, and boldly said to death: "The person in the car is not a checkmate, please let him go!"
Death did not answer her lips, and her pupils became cold.
Yang Zimei seemed to have fallen into Ice Valley Xueyuan, and his body was cold.
Before the death, she found her humble power.
If it weren't for an artifact like a small iron tower, she would have been vulnerable.
"I miss his brother who is affectionate. He wants to see him and his brother, so that he can gather in his body. He is not the only one who will be there."
Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.
She didn't know if Death would listen to her, but at least she had to do her best to stop it.
Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. He has a net worth of tens of billions. In order to obtain the maximum profit, he did a lot of funerals when he was young. Although no human life was involved, many people were displaced.
After middle age, he succeeded and began to reflect on his previous sins and began to do good deeds to make up for his past faults.
Such a person is also of great significance to the local government.
Therefore, as soon as his yang fell, he immediately attracted the attention of death, and wanted to harvest his soul in his own hands, instead of being taken away by the ordinary bull's head and horse.
This was what Yang Zimei had expected before.
However, she didn't expect that death would grow like this.
"The limit has been reached, and there are only two days to die."
Grim Reaper suddenly sounded.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.
She had fortuned Huo Wenhua before. She could live to be at least 80 years old. How could she only have two days to die?
Her fingers quickly calculated--
Sure enough, the calculation results showed that Huo Wenhua's numerology had changed, and the limit had reached.
This……
She was sweating coldly.
Is it because of her fault?
Before giving him a glance, she deduced it first, and deduced that he was only seriously ill.
"I will come again in two days!"
After death spoke, he stepped on the dark clouds and turned to leave.
Yang Zimei hurriedly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because it violates the law of heaven? Is it my fault?"
"No. That's the result he has to bear."
After the death had finished, the sickle was closed, the sleeves were wide, and the dark cloud caught him, and disappeared instantly.
The gloomy atmosphere spread around.
The original cooling temperature increased.
The air began to flow.
The little animals started calling again.
Some ghosts and ghosts that had been scattered in the past also returned, wandering around.
Yang Zimei pulled the door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's all right."
"Thank you, Master Yang, thank you."
Huo Wenhua is grateful.
Yang Zimei looked at him with guilt in his face.
He is about to arrive, and death will still come in two days, and she is really powerless this time.
She was also wondering how to speak to him about it.
"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"
Yang Zimei asked tentatively, "If you say you will die in two days, what do you do?"
"Life is dead, wealth is in heaven, and I will have no regrets when I find Wen Dong's bones."
Huo Wenhua said calmly through life and death.