C1 The Most Innocent Way of Dying

The spring rain continued to fall endlessly. A strong wind blew, and apricot flowers covered the ground.

The lead gray sky was filled with dark clouds. It was clearly noon, but the sky was still shrouded by clouds and mist. The sun was completely covered, making it impossible to see through a single thread of light.

The streets and alleys of the capital city were being washed away by the falling rain. The vendors hurriedly put away their stalls and held up oil umbrellas. Their footsteps were hurried, splashing water on the bluestone floor.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled and a white light streaked across the sky.

Under the arch of the bridge, the old man with the white temples took his grandson out of the rain. He stroked his beard and looked up at the dark sky as he smacked his lips and sighed.

"The spring thunder has struck, I'm afraid a calamity is about to befall us."

His grandson was five or six years old. He had shaved most of his head, leaving only a few strands of black silk tied into two slender braids. He blinked his black eyes and asked curiously with his tender voice, "Grandpa, what is a disaster?"

"The Old Ancestor once said that once the spring thunder strikes, that jade faced fox in the mountains will be reincarnated. In the future, the master must be bewitched, and the nation will be ruined. It will stir the peace of the world …"

The old man's voice was filled with the vicissitudes of time, and his turbid triangular eyes reflected the lightning that seemed like it was about to cleave the sky apart.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning flashed and rumbled. Bai Ruotong's shoulder suddenly shook in the broken house at the entrance of the West Street.

She opened her heavy eyelids, and her round amber eyes flickered as she stared blankly at the narrow and shabby room in front of her.

A broken bed, a four-legged table, two lopsided benches, and a wooden cabinet with a broken door.

The house seemed to be out of repair all year round, and if you looked up you could see the gray sky. Rain poured through the glazed tiles and splashed along the beams on the table. The tarpaulin in the latticed window was broken, and the cold wind blew against the door with a "hualala" sound.

"Cough, cough …"

Bai Ruotong raised her eyebrows, her throat itching from the dust in the room. She covered her mouth with her hands and coughed lightly. Then, she propped herself up and walked out of the crumbling bed.

She went to the cabinet and picked up a bronze mirror with one hand. Luo Chen slightly raised his sleeve to remove the dust on the mirror, revealing a delicate and pretty face.

In the mirror she was just over the age of yellow, perhaps twelve.

Liu Ye arched her eyebrows, water apricot eyes. Her nose was like a jade pot, and her lips were the color of peach blossoms. "If it had not been for the sickly look on her thin cheeks, she would have looked like a wreck if she had not been a few years older.

Damn it!

Bai Ruotong took a deep breath and slammed the bronze mirror on the counter.

Yama, this bastard who had been slashed a thousand times, had actually allowed her to cross over!

She was just joking, the people from the Underworld are all playing with her?!

Bai Ruotong's eyes turned white as thousands of alpacas galloped across her head.

She, Bai Ruotong, twenty-four years old. Five star hotel's genius chef.

Just as she was busy preparing food in the kitchen, she looked up and saw the Black and White Impermanence staring at her with a sinister smile. She screamed and fainted with the frying spatula in hand. When she opened her eyes the next second, she was already in the Underworld.

"I'm sorry, I brought the wrong person." The red-faced Yama flipped through the Book of Life and Death, feeling a headache coming on. "I originally wanted to bring Bai Yutong with me, but I accidentally brought you here. You're guilty."

Bai Ruotong gritted her teeth. "Put me back!"

"You can't be put back. Your body has already been cremated," Yama Minamiya said as he shook his head. "This is the fault of our Underworld. The Underworld will compensate you for your long life in the next one hundred years."

"Who wants a next life, I want a life! How can I die so easily before I have the chance to enjoy life? Who is your boss? Bring him to me! " Bai Ruotong collapsed.

How unlucky she must have been to encounter such a terrible thing! Everyone brought the wrong people. Could it be that the people raised by the Underworld are all a bunch of kids that eat nothing?