张航躺在医院里,生命垂危。就在他迷迷糊糊即将失去意识时,眼前忽然一闪,一个神色冷峻的黑衣人站在了面前。张航大吃一惊,刚要张嘴询问,却听黑衣人用冷得刺骨的声音说:“我是死神,你现在要死了,不过我愿意和你订下一个赌约,让你获得重生。”自己都这模样了,还有人来恶作剧!张航翻了翻白眼,有气无力地道:“别逗了,你要是死神,我还说不定是哪座庙里的菩萨呢。”死神并不多言,只是伸出手掌,在张航身体上抚摸了一下。奇迹出现了,那些血淋淋的伤口竟都愈合了,他的身体完好如初。 Zhang Hang lying in the hospital, life is dying. Just before he lost consciousness, stunned, a look of solemn black people stand in front of. Zhang Hang surprised, just want to open your mouth to ask, but to listen to black people with cold voice said: “I am death, you are going to die, but I am willing to set a gamble with you to get you reborn. ”They are all this look, there are people to prank! Zhang Hang rolled his eyes, weakness authentic: “ Do not tease you, if you are the god of death, I may also be the temple where the Buddha does. ” Say, just stretched out the palm of your hand Zhanghang body stroked a bit. Miracles appeared, those bloody wounds actually healed, his body intact.