【Ghost Angel】East Of Eden

For a ghost who has lived for more than 900 years, most of the various things in this world have nothing to do with him, or he does not need to worry about it, even if he can change some of the fate of the world with his casual actions.

These statements are all exaggerated, and the story never unfolds in this way.

The gender system in this world has existed since he was a general in Goryeo. Kim Shin scoffed at this gender system a long time ago, thinking that it would not last forever, but he walked through this long and lonely time for 900 years, Everything in the world is changing, dynasties are changing, science and technology are changing, but only this gender system is like a tenacious virus that has been spreading over the years and spreading more and more unscrupulously.

The fact that Kim Shin is an Alpha does not need to be concealed. It is also by virtue of this identity that he became a general in Goryeo without a doubt. After becoming a ghost, it seems to be a matter of course. He still retains the gender characteristics of an Alpha. .But it’s different from ordinary Alphas. As a ghost, this gender is like a decoration. The impact of the estrus period is almost negligible to him. any stay.

Although for some unspeakable reason, for him, being resisted by a sober Omega is also a very common thing.

Therefore, at this time, when he saw the underworld messenger in front of him swaggering in his house and knew the gender was an Omega without any evidence, the ghost's calm heart fluctuated a little for the first time in more than 900 years.

The messenger of the underworld wandering around in the living room also noticed the ghost. It might be better to say that he noticed the sudden smell in the air.He turned his head and met the ghost's gaze.

"Déjà vu."

"Indeed."

The ghost remembered that he once had a relationship with this messenger of the underworld. At that time, he seemed to say "wearing a vulgar hat" very rudely, although the messenger in front of him now did not wear a hat. , but the suit is also so vulgar.Then the ghost noticed that the messenger sniffed, and then frowned slightly, which made the ghost's face darken.

"It seems that you are an Alpha." The messenger said.

"And it's obvious that you are an Omega." The ghost also unceremoniously revealed the other party's identity, "Did no one teach you that it's inappropriate to wander around my Alpha's house as an Omega? It's better to go out early."

The messenger showed a surprised expression, but it wasn't because the ghost immediately recognized his identity: "This is your home?"

Just as the ghost was about to answer, Dehua came out of the kitchen bluffing, chanting words, and immediately cried when he saw the ghost.The cause and effect of the matter are now very clear. The ghost looked at Dehua with a sullen face, obviously not intending to listen to Dehua's further explanation, and unconsciously emitted more pheromones from his body, making Dehua tactfully let go of the pending tenant and hurriedly left the house.

"What's the use of sending out pheromones to a Beta?" After Dehua left, the first person who spoke was unexpectedly the messenger, "Speaking of which," the ghost noticed that the messenger's brows frowned even deeper, "the smell of your pheromones... ..."

"If you can't bear it, just don't live here." The ghost didn't let the messenger continue, "After drinking this cup of coffee, go away, my generosity is limited to a cup of coffee."

The messenger obviously didn't care, and took out a copy of the real estate contract. The ghost arrogantly burned the paper, and his face turned ugly when he learned that it was just a copy.

"As an Omega, you have such a big heart that you dare to live in the same house with an Alpha." Seeing that material threats are useless, the ghost plans to resort to spiritual oppression, "Although I don't smell you, But it doesn't look like you've been marked either."

"There is no need to worry about that." The messenger bent his lips provocatively, "This gender system is for human beings. For us messengers of the underworld, it is just a continuation of an identity from a previous life. We are not alive at all. Individuals, even Omega's sensitivity to Alpha is very small, and the interval between estrus is very long, and only a very small amount of inhibitor is needed to hide the taste of pheromone."

"So don't worry about you affecting me, and don't worry about me affecting you."

The ghost snorted coldly, and it seemed that he did not accept this statement, nor did he compromise so easily to allow the messenger to live in: "You don't have any needs, but that doesn't mean I don't. Aren't you afraid that I will forcefully mark you?"

"If you think it would do you any good to mark a Netherbringer," the messenger shrugged, not being intimidated by the ghost, "then I don't mind."

The ghost had a sneer on his face, but roared in his heart, he had never seen such a big-hearted Omega, if it wasn't just because he was also an Alpha who had little influence on it and had no need for it, this stupid messenger of the underworld Don't know what to suffer.

Seeing that the envoy in front of him could not change his mind, the ghost could only say helplessly: "There are still many rooms, choose one yourself, and treat it as your own home."

"This is my home." The emissary pushed forward.

"It's my home." The ghost suddenly discovered that this messenger could always touch his limit, "I admire your courage in trying to drive a ghost out of the haunted house. As an Omega, this is also true."

The envoy's expression froze, and then he didn't say anything, turned around and looked around, and walked towards the end of the corridor on the first floor.It’s just that after he walked a few steps, he stopped again and turned around to look at the ghost: “I just wanted to say that your pheromone is of no use to me, so you should put it away quickly. There is always this smell in the house. Smell, don't you feel very comfortable?"

The smell of his own pheromones has always been a minefield for ghosts, which is why he is unwilling to touch any Omega, but this messenger mentioned this again and again, which made ghosts clenched their fists. There is a tendency to explode.

The messenger actually didn't notice the ghost's emotion, but he continued with his own words without waiting for the ghost's response: "But to be honest, I don't actually hate this smell."

The ghost froze for a moment, and all the hostility in his body disappeared instantly.

"I don't know why, but this smell makes me inexplicably feel a little sad, as if there is a very sad story in it."

The ghost relaxed his clenched fist. He looked at the messenger for a while, then withdrew all his pheromones, and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "If you want to know this story, stay at my house." He started to walk towards his room, and stopped at the door of his room, "Maybe I will tell you when I feel better in the future."

"I didn't say I wanted to hear it." The messenger replied shamelessly.

The ghost glanced at the emissary, who was still standing there, his face was indifferent and without any curiosity, as if what he just said was just explaining a phenomenon.The ghost didn't speak any more, and directly opened the door and walked into the room. Within a few seconds, another door was closed outside.He let out a long breath, leaning against the door to catch his breath.

He remembered what the messenger said just now, and somehow his heart beat violently.

This underworld messenger who broke into his life inexplicably was the first existence to say that he didn't hate the smell of his pheromone, and he didn't hate the smell that even he himself disgusted.The ghost often wonders whether even this pheromone is a punishment given to him by God. In the past 900 years that he has lived, he has not been able to forget that cruel day.But he had to admit that the emissary with a face full of beatings made him feel some peace of mind and warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time.

I have been living alone for 900 years, and suddenly there is an emissary in the family, even an Omega, and the ghost himself can't predict what will happen.

But this was also the first time that the ghost didn't intend to intervene, and just wanted to let the situation develop, even if it would develop to a point that he could not predict.

Getting along with the messenger is much more harmonious than the ghosts imagined, maybe because I am less hostile to the other party, or because the other party is not the kind of personality that loves to make troubles, in short, the one who first adapted to live together During the week, none of them had any great opinions or conflicts.

Although occasionally there will be some childish competitions at the dinner table that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but it is harmless to the entire trajectory of life.

After living for a week, the ghost found that it was indeed as the messenger said, he didn't smell any pheromone from the messenger, although he tentatively asked, but the other party justly refused to tell.An Omega and an Alpha live together unexpectedly harmoniously, neither one affects the other, and sometimes they even go shopping together in the supermarket, or sit on the sofa at both ends of the TV series and complain about the plot to each other.

From the first day, the ghost wondered if he and the messenger would not interact with each other for a long time, but more often the messenger always went out to work, and the ghost stayed alone. At home, he didn't have much contact time, and he didn't have the slightest change or discomfort after a week, which made him gradually dispel this ridiculous worry.

The messenger came back late, and the ghost had already made dinner by himself. When the messenger returned home, the ghost was sitting on the sofa and fiddled with the remote control, and hadn't confirmed the next channel for a long time.The messenger looked at his watch, rushed to the sofa quickly, snatched the remote from the ghost's hand, and switched to the channel of the evening drama that he had been watching all along.

The ghost rolled his eyes at him angrily: "You don't eat dinner."

The messenger sat down on the sofa without changing his home clothes: "On the way back, I bought something to eat."

There are still very vulgar things on TV. The female protagonist who had sworn each other with the male protagonist lost her memory due to a car accident. She remembered all her relatives and friends but not her boyfriend.The ghost finds it boring, and he can even guess the next development. It is estimated that the female protagonist who is in estrus finally remembered the fact that she has been permanently marked by the male protagonist, and then recovered her memory, and the two lived happily together.

The ghost looked at the messenger at the side, only to find that the messenger's eyes were fixed on the screen, his expression was a little sad, and he looked fascinated by it.He snorted a few times amusedly, then seemed to suddenly remember something, snapped his fingers in the ear of the envoy, and said, "Hey, would you like a drink?"

The envoy was really fascinated, and he nodded perfunctorily without listening to what the ghost said.

The ghost used his ability to take out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and felt that the temperature was not cold enough, so he stuffed them into the messenger's hand and beckoned him to do a little favor.The envoy finally came back to his senses at this moment, he lowered his head to look at the things in his hands, and suddenly frowned: "Beer?"

The ghost raised his eyebrows playfully: "Why, I can't drink it."

These words made the messenger very uncomfortable. After adding ice to the beer with his own ability, he only threw one of the bottles back into the ghost's hand: "How can you not drink it? Don't underestimate the drinking capacity of the messenger of the underworld." .”

"Ha, it's just that an Omega is so arrogant."

"I don't think alcohol consumption is related to gender."

They opened the pull tabs of beer, bumped into each other symbolically, and then each raised their heads and took a big sip. While drinking, they looked sideways at each other, and found that the other party was still drinking and continued to drink, not to be outdone, until the end. I finished the can of beer in one breath.After they finished drinking, they put down the beer cans to look at each other, and at the same time said "one more can", and the ghost simply took out all the beer in the refrigerator. Cans of beer began to compete again not to be outdone.

The ghost's drinking capacity was much worse than the messenger imagined. Although the ghost himself did not have this self-awareness, he only drank the third can of beer, and the ghost looked like he was about to vomit.The envoy was much more at ease. He looked at the blushing cheeks of the ghost, gave up this lifeless way of drinking, began to focus on the TV series again, and then sipped the wine as if enjoying himself.

The ghost didn't have such a clear mind and couldn't compare with the messenger. He slumped himself on the sofa and turned his eyes to the TV, drinking wine one after another.

The development of the plot of the TV series is almost the same as that imagined by the ghosts. The heroine’s estrus comes, but she unexpectedly finds that although she has no memory, she always approaches the hero unconsciously. Come out, at the most critical moment, the heroine finally recalled the hero.

The ghost curled his lips, saying that the plot was too old-fashioned, and he didn't understand how the messenger would like to watch such things.

After today's update, the messenger turned off the TV, leaned himself on the sofa, sipped his beer, but looked thoughtful.He was indeed thinking about something, and then asked what he was wondering: "Actually, I don't know much about it because I have never experienced it before. Is Omega's estrus really so difficult to control?"

The ghost glanced at him unconsciously: "Why, haven't you ever experienced a estrus period?"

"No." The envoy shook his head, "I will take the inhibitor on time, and the emissary of the underworld has a long estrus interval, and I have never experienced it once in the past 300 years."

"Why, are you a little curious?" The ghost smiled inexplicably, "I can help you."

As soon as the ghost finished speaking, the messenger could smell the pheromone that belonged to the ghost in the air.When he turned his head, he saw that the ghost's eyes were drunk, with an unconscious and stubborn expression.He shook his head helplessly: "You drunk ghost, have you forgotten that your pheromones don't work on me..." Then the messenger's voice stopped abruptly, and at the same time, his eyes widened suddenly .

A very strange feeling ran down his spine into his brain, and the messenger suddenly felt numb all over his body, as if all his nerves were agitated. The coolness of the beer can in his hand made his fingers tremble unconsciously, and then the beer can fell It fell to the floor, and the unfinished beer spilled out and stained the floor.The ghost complained, but the emissary couldn't take this into account. His nasal cavity was filled with the smell of ghost pheromone, his body became hot for no reason, and his hands gradually became numb.

The messenger suddenly realized something, and yelled at the ghost, "Put away your pheromones quickly", then took out a medicine bottle from his suit pocket, poured out two medicines from it, reopened a can of beer, and He drank the medicine with beer.

The ghost with a slow mind was frightened by the messenger's roar, and he subconsciously withdrew his pheromone obediently. The second his pheromone disappeared, he seemed to smell a faint scent in the air. It was very faint, and he couldn't tell what it was, and he couldn't catch more traces.But he knew that it wasn't the original smell in this space, and at that second he suddenly became sober, sat up straight and looked at the emissary who had just taken the medicine and calmed himself down.

The ghost looked into the eyes of the messenger, and there was a hint of questioning in the eyes. The messenger did not avoid looking at the sight of the ghost, but there was nothing more in the eyes of the messenger except some lingering fear.

And the ghost finally realized something, he subconsciously moved a piece behind the sofa, pointed at the messenger on the opposite side with a trembling right hand: "You, you bastard, could it be..."

"Ah," the envoy nodded lightly, then tightened his hands and closed the medicine bottle, "It's just what you think."

"I just reacted to your pheromone."

To Be Continued.