So What If I'm Forced to Reincarnate as a God of Death?

"Mr. Zhao, please line up well and don't disturb others." An uncle who looked like a security guard commanded a man who was using his hands and feet in a hurry and spitting everywhere. "Uncle, you are not mistaken. I am only 22 years old. I have no disaster or disease. The fortune teller said I can live to be 90 years old." "Go and talk to the front desk. I can't control this matter. If you don't line up properly, I won't handle the business for you." The uncle was impatient and pushed him back into the team. "No one here is in a hurry. They are all waiting for distribution. Don't make trouble. If you make trouble, you're welcome." "I'll arrange it, don't be angry." By the way, my name is Zhao Xiaoji. After graduating from college at the age of 24, I found a sales job in Shanghai. I worked hard every day and was able to survive. Apart from smoking, I had no bad habits. I just watched movies and listened to music at home after get off work. I was woken up from my sleep last night. When I woke up, I came here——————Dead Assignment Hall This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.