50,000 years ago, Hell was destroyed because of too much Foul from the resentment of the souls that later turned to Soul Eaters and devoured everything in their wake, leaving nothing of Hell. The gods above in Heaven, in order to take care of the newly-died souls, created the Afterlife Department comprised of grim reapers. Huo Ling was delivering food that day when he met Yi Bing and the guy gave him a warning. When he arrived to the customer's unit, he was killed. Huo Ling: you set up a death flag for me! Yi Bing: I'm a grim reaper. I'm the flag myself. Let me help you solve the mystery of your death. Huo Ling: your sister! Alternative title: The Different Ways I Died at 23 Update: daily
"Huh?" Huo Ling muttered and looked at Yi Bing. What does Yi Bing mean by 'they won't succeed'? he thought, feeling puzzled. That secret organization? It won't succeed? Why? He frowned and pinched his chin as he stared at the other. And, why is he speaking so confidently about this? Does Yi Bing know something? He thought and looked at Yi Bing with a suspicious gaze.
Yi Bing saw Huo Ling's gaze and he guiltily coughed. His tongue slipped. But, even so, he knows that Huo Ling is a sensible person. Thus, if he won't speak, then, Huo Ling won't force him. And he is right when he saw that Huo Ling retracted his gaze.
Huo Ling naturally knows that everyone has their secrets. Not to mention that he is just Yi Bing's subordinate. So, he doesn't have the right to force the other to answer his questions. "That Luck Borrowing Spell…" he spoke, resuming their topic earlier. "We can't have the caster of the spell to continue to harm the mortals." He told Yi Bing.