Master Grim Reaper Makes His Debut in Center Position

Chapter 12

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Printed Shirt spoke first. “20 years for me…”

Xiao Si counted on his fingers and said in a small voice, “3 years for me…”

It wasn’t a very long time, but it wasn’t short either.

Normally, grim reapers would receive a notice before a person died, so they could prepare an even better service. 

Of course there were those who died and remained in the mortal realm, perhaps due to obsession or resentment. This connection was enough to allow them to remain among humans for a while.

Sure enough, Printed Shirt returned to his senses and shakily took out his ‘temporary mortal realm permit’ to show Lu Xu in case he was mistaken for an evil ghost and was dissipated. “Master, it’s not because we don’t want to go, it’s because we can’t leave…”

Lu Xu took the temporary permit and realised it was a document given by the Southwest Grim Reaper Division.

The grim reapers’ work was divided into districts. There was no shortage of competition between each district. 

The Southwest Grim Reaper Division always considered Lu Xu’s division as rivals. They had been trying very hard these past few years to defeat them. Xie An had complained multiple times that he had been robbed of orders by the Southwest Grim Reaper Division.

If it wasn’t for the mission this time, Lu Xu didn’t think he would have chanced upon their ‘resident clients’.

He would be crazy to not accept a performance quota sent to his door.

“Tell me, why can’t you leave?” 

Seeing Lu Xu’s desire to listen, neither Printed Shirt or Xiao Si dared to hide anything and honestly told him—

“The songs I’ve written haven’t been sent out yet.”

“I want to debut!”

Printed Shirt’s name was Tao Yingbo. He died at the age of 27. For the sake of achieving his dreams of being a singer, he dropped out of school at 20 and came to Dongcheng looking for work. He went out to sell his songs during the day and wrote them at night when he returned home. He drifted about like this for 5 or 6 years, and had written who knew how many songs. When he was 26, a studio asked him to send over a song and said they would consider producing an album for him. 

Tao Yingbo was very happy and picked out a few songs to send over. He waited with a heart full of hope.

But a year passed and before he could wait for an album, he heard his own songs in other singer’s albums. He went to demand justice but the studio refused to admit it and threatened to sue him.

“I was really angry and wanted to talk to them. I had drunk a few bottles of liquor that day and wanted to go to the roof for some fresh air…I really didn’t want to jump off the building, I was just not careful…”

On some night ten years ago, Tao Yingbo fell off the roof of an apartment and appeared in a corner of the social news. He was merely used as an example to remind others to watch out for their safety. Even until death, no one knew how good the songs he wrote were.