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
"Zhuo Xia, age 19 when he died… tsk, tsk. He is too young." Huo Ling shook his head in sympathy as he read Zhuo Xia's biography. "Also, an orphan." He sighed.
"He is more miserable than you." Yi Bing can't help but comment when he remembered that Huo Ling always died at the age of 23, and also an orphan.
Huo Ling raised his head and glared at him. "You still want to make fun of me?!" he asked.
Yi Bing looked away and just gazed outside at the scenery while they ride on a boat. Qian San, Wu Ling, Shi Yi and Qi Bai saw that Yi Bing remained silent while Huo Ling reviewed his assignment's biography. They conscientiously read their assignments' biographies, too.
Huo Ling can't help but sigh again as he read further Zhuo Xia's biography. Zhuo Xia actually was born into a wealthy household. But, suddenly, in just one night, his whole family was massacred. He became orphan in just a night. His family's friends, however, didn't take him in.