Chapter 1267, a small and desolate temple (0/1)

It was not uncommon for the Heavenly Dao’s emissary to descend to the lower realm. In fact, every year, there would be a Heavenly Dao’s little gold figurine that would enter the human world to investigate.

However, these investigations were relatively free. As long as any Heavenly Dao’s little gold figurine had a thought, they could submit the application information to the Heavenly Dao Committee. After passing the examination, they could descend to the lower realm.

The host Heavenly Dao was usually busy with official business, so the number of times he went down to the lower realm was relatively small.

This was the first time that the brothers of the Heavenly Dao of life and death had gone down to the lower realm especially for one person.

Odd Zhuo had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the Wang family’s small villa.

Seeing the Heavenly Dao of death walk out of the door, Odd Zhuo hurriedly cupped his fists. “Greetings, Lord Death...”