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
The cup Yi Bing is holding cracked, and its broken pieces fell on the floor with a loud crash. Meanwhile, the coffee spilled into his hands.
The waiter that just passed was startled and panicked when he saw that the expensive-looking suit was soaked. "S-sir!" he cried. "A-are you alright?" he nervously asked and immediately took out a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket.
"I'm alright." Yi Bing answered and didn't take the waiter's handkerchief. Instead, he took out his own and slowly wiped his hand.
The waiter sighed in relief when he saw that the customer's face, although looked cold, but didn't look irritated. "Y-yes…" that's a relief. That's a relief… he thought and immediately walked away.
Hao Baiyun's body immediately tensed when he heard the noise and he reflexively looked back, his eyes sharp and alert. "What was that?" he asked. "Could it be…?" he held his breath and clenched his fists.