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
"You don't plan to tell Jin Wu, as well as Mo Shi, about that half-grim reaper, do you?" Huo Ling asked as he and Yi Bing went to the third scene of the crime on their tasks list.
Yi Bing may not have given an answer, but his silence is already considered an answer. Silence means 'yes', as they said.
"I, too, don't have any plan to tell anyone about that young half-grim reaper." Huo Ling spoke. "We may not know how the life of that young halfling went, but it should probably more bad than good, recalling his gloomy expression, as well as his gloomy appearance overall." He said when he recalled Jing Yu's dark clothes, as well as his dull gaze.
There was not a spark on Jing Yu's eyes, even when fighting against a formidable opponent for him, the Soul Eater. Even fighting can't rouse his excitement, or even anger or frustration.
"Indeed." Yi Bing nodded in agreement.