Chapter 1145: Hello Lord of Death (5)

Huo Wenhua woke up and found that his soul was attached to his own body again, and he touched his sore head in doubt, staring blankly at Yang Zimei.
"Master Yang, am I dreaming?"
The copy ghost also woke up and touched his head.
Yang Zimei really felt more and more cute about this copy ghost.
In order to refuse herself to be Huo Wendong's copy ghost, she actually used self-harm, which really surprised her.
"I want to be born again, I want to be born again, you let me go!"
Huo Wendong yelled, "Brother, get out of your body and let me get in, that's mine, you can't betray it like this!"
Grim Reaper waved.
The bull's head and horse face pulled Huo Wendong and disappeared instantly.
Huo Wenhua looked at the of death in confusion, "Master of Death, why is this? Am I still alive?"
"You are dead!"
Grim Reaper beckons to copy ghosts.
Copy the ghost and walk to the side of death.
"Will you follow me?" Reaper asked the copy ghost.
The copy ghost glanced back at Huo Wenhua and nodded.
"Let's go!"
After the death, the wide, wide sleeves rolled up the dark clouds, and disappeared in front of everyone with the copy ghost.
Huo Wenhua was still in his dream. He reached out and bite himself severely to determine if he was dreaming.
It hurts!
"Master Yang, Lord Grim Reaper really left? Am I really not dead?"
Huo Wenhua shook his painful hand and looked at Yang Zimei with surprise and joy.
"You're already dead."
Yang Zimei pointed out to him and figured out that his numerology had become blank, and he could no longer count his numerology.
"What do you mean? Aren't I here properly?"
Huo Wenhua asked in confusion, "Don't the of death also go? Why would Wendong be taken away by the bull's head? Not me?"
Yang Zimei simply told him what the copy ghost had just done, "The copy ghost has replaced you and been taken away by the of death. It will no longer be under the control of the Three Realms. "
Huo Wenhua still didn't understand her words, but regretted that his brother was eventually taken away by the bull, and he lost him again.
"Mr. Huo, you will belong to the half-yin and half-yang people in the future. Treasure it."
Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "I am very surprised that the Lord of Death can let you go like this, but that is also the contribution of copying ghosts. It has affection for you and is willing to replace you.
"Master Yang, I understand what you said. In the future, I will use the remaining days to do more things that should be done, and it is worth the death to let me go."
Huo Wenhua said with a touch on his face, "In the future, whether it is a person or a ghost, I will do my best to help them."
Looking at him like this, Yang Zimei also understood the meaning of death left by Huo Wenhua.
"Sister, I'm looking for Ripples!"
When Xiao Qian saw that the matter in front of him was over, he said to Yang Zi.
"I'll go as well!"
Yang Zimei looked at the red Manjushahua in front of them, and they were still swaying and undulating.
Perhaps it was because Huo Wenhua had passed through the death robbery, and her mood was much better. Looking at this Manjushahua, she felt particularly gorgeous.
There was also the appearance of death walking slowly on them, always deep in her mind, lingering.

[Originally, this chapter wanted to kill Huo Wendong, Huo Wenhua and the duplicate ghost, but seeing everyone like Huo Wenhua, let him live, so as not to regret. 】