Spring Once More Chapter 2
Spring Once More ch2
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chapter 2
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Chapter Two
“Indeed, we have done
something wrong.” An old gentleman in a black windbreaker on gives me an overly friendly smile and then turns to yell at two
figures who are cowering on the ground. “You’ve done this for
tens of thousands of years, and you still commit such an elementary
mistake! I made it exceptionally clear it’s that young master X,
son of the XX, who drives a black BMW. And what do you strike? A
pegreen Chery! Black! Pegreen! Are you colour-blind?! Is a Chery
on the same level as a BMW, you two s.h.i.theads?!”
Right after I’d arrived, I
howled up a storm and vented all my anger. Seeing that these reapers
appear rather sincere, I loosen my grip on the old gentleman’s
collar and sit with my legs crossed arrogantly on the bridge pier.
“Hey, granddad, since you’ve struck the wrong person, you should
send me back before they push me into the morgue.”
The chief of King Yan’s Divine Retribution Department beams even more charmingly. “My lad,
I’m so sorry about my two useless subordinates here. We are King
Yan’s Divine Retribution Department, and our job is to punish
evildoers who do not receive their rightful punishment in the mortal
world…”
“You already introduced
yourselves when I first got here.”
“We were supposed to strike
that young master X who enticed, raped, and then murdered more than
ten girls. Your car was driving ahead of his, and there was a slight
lapse of judgment…”
“I get it. But we’re cool
as long as you send me back with a little extra luck in the wealth
and women department.”
“Heavenly judgment is the
most serious punishment of our Divine Retribution Department. It’s
equivalent to an execution by firing squad in the human realm. What
makes this punishment so amazing is that it will obliterate every
last piece of flesh and bone…”
“Yes, yes, I know all that,
but time is precious. Just let me go back…” Wait, I think I heard
a keyword… It suddenly hits me, and I shoot to my feet and grab the
chief by his collar. “Every last piece of flesh and bone?!”
The gentleman nods, forcing a
laugh. “Son… I’m so sorry.”
What the h.e.l.l!
A long while later, I sit back
down on the bridge pier, crossing my legs.
The workers of the Divine
Retribution Department, who seem to still have a shred of conscience,
let me take another look at the human world. Only a sc.r.a.p of femur
remains of my body, and police officers use it to identify the
corpse. My pitiful Chery has turned into a pile of burnt carbon. I
cry, I cry for the 28,000 yuan that I earned through working myself
to the bone.
A short while later, the
Ministry of Public Security reports my death to my family. The son
they raised for twenty years has been reduced to a piece of a femur
and finally receives his fifteen minutes of fame by going on the
headlines. Thankfully, they get a huge payout from my life insurance
and still have my little brother, Xiao-Shi, to carry on the family
name... I wonder if Yan Ni will shed a tear or two for me.
The old chief discusses this
matter with me saying he will send me to be reincarnated and born
into a good life. But I reject him without
a second thought.
d.a.m.n, it hasn’t exactly been
easy for me to grow up from diapers to adulthood. How can I let these
decades of hard work be destroyed so easily?
After negotiating with him,
there remains only one feasible proposal which is to place me in a
good body that has thoroughly enjoyed life yet will die young enough
that it’ll have more mileage for me to take over.
I’m straightforward with my
conditions: rich, handsome, with an ill.u.s.trious family background and
a continuous stream of babes hanging around him.
The chief and his two reapers
flip through a volume and study it carefully.
“Son, this one doesn’t
seem too bad. He’s the chairman of the x.x.x Corporation in the USA
and is known for his good looks. He also has a mistress who is a
Hollywood star!”
I turn the volume around to
take a look. “What! He’s already sixty-nine this year. Are you
sending me back just to
live for three more years?!”
As a result, I add another
important condition— he must be young!
The chief leafs through for a
long while and then sighs, “There’s only one who meets your
requirements.”
I p.r.i.c.k up my ear. “Alright,
give it to me.”
“Prince Tai of the Daxing
Dynasty.”
“Daxing Dynasty? Sounds like
one of those ancient dynasties, but why haven’t I heard of it?”
The chief doesn’t sound too
surprised. “There are many that haven’t been written down in
historical records.”
“Name and age?”
“Chai Rong, twenty-one years
old.”
Pa.s.sable, at best.
“Anything else?”
“He’s exceptionally
handsome and holds great power, and he has dozens of beauties hanging
off him. We only just reaped his soul yesterday, so his body is
fresh. I guarantee you won’t regret taking his body.” The
sincerity on the chief’s wrinkled face is something even the
heavens and earth could attest to.
Mmhmm, that actually sounds
pretty good. The chief throws
an arm around my
shoulder. “Son, this is a great vessel - one in a million. If not
for our grave error, we wouldn’t let anyone use it to return to
life. I can even increase the length of your youth and predestined
life-span. Make a decision quickly. You know the procedures of the
past: once the body enters the coffin, it’s too late. Make your
choice now. Yes or no?”
I consider for a moment and
then give a hesitant nod. Delighted, the chief pulls me up. “Now,
now, hurry along. I’ll send you back myself.”
I stand next to a well and
stick my head out for a look. A blurry scene appears on the surface
of the water with white, the colour of mourning, everywhere, similar
to the funeral I’ve seen in historical dramas. The department chief
makes all sorts of crazy gestures at the water. “Look, look, once
all the joss
paper in the funeral pavilion
is burnt, they’re going to nail the coffin closed. Quickly, get
down there!”
I suddenly thought
of something. “How
did this Prince Tai die?”
The chief responds, mumbling
vaguely, “He committed too many sins and he was … while he was…
”
“Wh?” Alarm
bells go off in my brain,
and I am about to demand more details when I am abruptly given a hard
shove on the back as the old gentleman hollers, “There’s only one
bundle of joss paper left. Hurry!”
I stumble, falling head-first.
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