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
Huo Ling has never felt as this tired as he was before. He felt like his stiff limbs are about to fall. "Not only do we have to fight against the zombies, but we also have to suppress the Foul seeping through the cracks on the soil to replace the world energy so we can keep this world from collapsing." He muttered as he sat on the front seat, beside Yi Bing who is driving again.
It has already been half a month and their group, as well as Xi Kai's group, has already been to twenty signal towers out of more than a hundred towers. But, they still have yet to see Luo Ming's and Luo Ye's sect leader who is responsible for this apocalypse. Fortunately, the government has already kept in touch with various bases all over the country to relay the message and protect the remaining signal towers. Also, to kill as many zombies as they could, and directly report if they ever found the zombie king.