CW: minor blood/gore
It was a sunny day.
A new amusement park had opened in City A, covering an area of 1000 acres, attracting many local and foreign tourists.
On that day, the Grim Reaper was planning to take twenty-four lives away.
The Grim Reaper casually bought a glass of lemon ice water at the cold drink stand. His fingers were pale and slender, and his thin lips pressed against the straw were as sharp as a blade. However, his cold countenance made girls who originally wanted to strike up a conversation with him retreat.
After leaving the cold drink stand, the Grim Reaper took out a mask from his arms and put it on, disappearing. He came here to work.
There was laughter all around the amusement park. The screams from a thrilling ride could be heard from time to time. People looked for excitement, and they never tired of it.
Crowds of tourists wandered around, and because it was the weekend, adults with children and balloons floating in the air could be seen everywhere. Not long after, a scheduled parade in the amusement park began.
Clowns on unicycles, princesses from fairy tales, and cartoon mascots filled the entire audience with joy. Amidst the music, the actors put on wonderful performances and iconic dances. The crowd of onlookers became more and more crowded.
“What are you pushing for!” A middle-aged woman’s voice sounded out.
The Grim Reaper turned towards the source of the voice, catching a glimpse of a very handsome young man.
He had a fair complexion with hair dyed chestnut, wearing casual clothes. He sneered frivolously, “Auntie, your butt’s too big, so don’t stand in the front row. It’ll ruin my view.”
The middle-aged woman flushed with anger. “What are you talking about! You undignified thing!”
“For you to be this angry this early in the morning, is it because your menopause is making your sex-life inconsistent?” The young man’s eyes were filled with ridicule.
“You’re insane!” the middle-aged woman cursed, slamming her purse into him, even changing the angle repeatedly to do so.
The young man wasn’t annoyed even after being hit. He muttered something softly to himself. The middle-aged woman who had walked away had her trousers split from the middle of her buttocks. Bystanders burst into laughter, and the middle-aged woman was mortified. She had to use her purse to cover her ass, which really did seem big enough to tear her pants, all the while turning her head to curse angrily.
Interesting.
The Grim Reaper took another sip of his lemon ice water.
These two people happened to be within the twenty-four people who were destined to die on this day.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Quiet,” said the Grim Reaper.
The totem immediately stopped, as obedient and quiet as before.
The Grim Reaper followed the young man with the thick death aura. He found him more and more interesting, because this young man was always seeking death.
The Grim Reaper sifted through his spiritual consciousness to identify this young man. Hm…it turned out he was a speech spirit, so it was no wonder he could take revenge on people simply through words. This man was twenty-seven years old, surnamed Chi, first name Jiayan.
This name was certainly chosen well.
Chi Jiayan—”Jia” not only meant “praise”, but also “joy” and “happiness”. “Yan”, of course, meant “speech”. The combination of these two characters was “beautiful language”, which was aesthetically pleasing. Because names represented their owners, it meant that whatever words the owner of the name spoke would be auspicious.
It was a pity that the owner of this name didn’t use its abilities in the right way.
After watching the parade, Chi Jiayan walked over to a shaded gazebo and lit a cigarette.
He was indeed very beautiful with almond eyes, a high nose bridge, red lips, and white teeth. He was twenty-seven years old with a slight sense of youth. As soon as he walked in, the people in the gazebo inevitably glanced at him a few times, secretly amazed.
Chi Jiayan was smoking a cigarette and playing with the rings of smoke, his movements very chic and unrestrained.
A girl next to him finally couldn’t stand it. “Little gege, this is a no-smoking area.”
Chi Jiayan smiled, revealing a pair of dimples. “Hm?”
The girl felt like she had been electrocuted. She’d been pointing at a “No Smoking Here” sign on the wall, but at this, her face turned red in a flash. Her boyfriend was right next to her. He seemed to grow jealous, so he got up and walked out without a word.
The girl came to her senses, glancing at Chi Jiayan a few more times before chasing after him.
“Since their level of trust was so low, they were bound to break up sooner or later.” Chi Jiayan puffed out rings of smoke, mumbling to himself disapprovingly.
A pregnant woman was also under the gazebo, presumably here to play with her daughter, resting with her family of three. Her husband seemed rather timid, but seeing as nobody was stopping Chi Jiayan, he had no choice but to say, “Shuai ge, please put out your cigarette. My wife is still pregnant.”
Chi Jiayan didn’t even look at him. “Don’t worry. It’s not like your wife’s pregnant with a son anyway. A patriarchal person can’t give birth to a daughter.”
The pregnant woman’s breath stopped short. “Who are you calling patriarchal?”
Chi Jiayan smiled and said nothing, continuing to smoke.
How vicious.
The couple was angered by him, so they took their child and left.
All the people under the gazebo had left, so Chi Jiayan took out his cellphone to make a call. “Mr. Ling, I went around just now and found that the facilities here are much better than yours. Even if it’s still newly opened, it’ll only be a matter of time before most of the customers are taken away and business becomes better than yours. What era is it now? If you don’t update the facilities there, it’s useless to use me.”
The other party didn’t know what to say. Chi Jiayan replied, “No way. If you send me out that far, I’ll die. Mr. Ling, surely you should know about this…As for me, the most I can do is cause something to happen here. The hype of news and such will cause some negative effects and frighten tourists…You can’t give me a penny less, and I can’t guarantee the effect. Put away whatever helping hands you have; I’ll be found out if anyone dies.”
He had a leisurely posture. It was obvious that he was usually pretty idle, relying on a little talent and spiritual power to survive.
It was also apparent that earning money made him feel good. He came here simply to stir up some trouble, and yet he was able to smoke a whole cigarette with peace of mind before walking out slowly.
Little did he know the aura of death on him was about to cause even more trouble.
Walking out of the gazebo, Chi Jiayan went to a small stand selling cotton candy. The stall owner was happily surrounded by several people, concentrating on swirling the spun sugar. The sweetness seemed to attract Chi Jiayan. He folded his arms and watched for a while. When a big cloud of cotton candy was ready, he was the first to snatch it up.
“Keep the change.” He threw down a banknote and licked the sugar casually.
The child who had reached out to receive the cotton candy burst into tears.
The child’s parent said angrily, “What’s the matter with you? How could an adult steal from a child?”
“Stealing?” Chi Jiayan said. “It’s not like I didn’t pay. Was your name written on the cotton candy?”
“Forget it, I don’t have the energy to talk to people like you,” the parent said disdainfully, turning to the child to educate them. “Don’t cry, baby. We’re not villains like him, so we must not learn from him.”
The child wasn’t listening at all, only crying louder. This child was cute, arousing sympathy when crying. Others condemned Chi Jiayan and cast contemptuous glances at him.
“Yeah, why are you so impolite…”
“His looks aren’t bad, so you would never be able to tell he lacks propriety…”
The stall owner was a businessman, so he approached the situation with more tact. “Don’t cry, kid; Uncle will make you the biggest one right away.”
Chi Jiayan said gloomily to the side, “Don’t do it. Your fingers will get hurt.”
After he finished speaking, he left, leaving the stall owner with a confused look on his face. “Is he insane?”
Others couldn’t make sense of him either, backing up the stall owner with a few indignant words about Chi Jiayan. However, the cotton candy stall broke down as soon as they started talking, the machinery getting stuck mysteriously. The stall owner was a good guy. He smiled and reassured everyone to smooth things over, opening the main unit of the machine to check it himself. After just a moment, he screamed as a large piece of skin from his finger was wrung off by the machine.
Blood splattered all over the ground.
People waiting by the cotton candy machine screamed, terrified. The stall owner was sweating profusely, almost curled up on the ground.
The child had never seen such a bloody scene before, immediately hugging the parent tightly with a cry stuck in his throat that took a long time to release.
Chi Jiayan, the chief culprit of all the chaos, looked back from afar with a blank expression on his face.
Someone called the security guards, and several security guards found him.
The Grim Reaper stood in the distance, guessing that the security guards were going to search Chi Jiayan. After all, the stall owner was injured just after he’d finished speaking, so he was suspicious.
Chi Jiayan allowed them to search him as he ate his cotton candy.
Eventually, he said coldly, “You better find some evidence, otherwise, you’ll be fired and lose your jobs.”
The security guard didn’t believe his nonsense. “Who are you trying to scare?”
Chi Jiayan laughed and said sweetly, “Of course I’m scaring all of you.”
The burly and rough security guards didn’t take his threat seriously at all. Of course, they found nothing after their inspection, so they had to leave. After Chi Jiayan finished eating his cotton candy, he appeared unsatisfied, licking his lips like a greedy and evil cat.
Chi Jiayan wandered around, encountering many people who were destined to die with him along the way.
Through one way or another, these people were miraculously linked together by their natal charts.
The lemon ice water in the Grim Reaper’s hands was finished. It was time to get to work.
He felt that for a person such as Chi Jiayan who sought death and wanted to get revenge on society, even death couldn’t clear his crimes.
Dang evil Mc llove it.
Chi Jiayan not being a pushover and also being a shou is so satisfying! He’s handsome, too! Perfect combination la! =3=
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