【Ghost Angel】East Of Eden

When the ghost came into the room carrying a thoughtful rabbit-shaped apple on a Louis XVI plate, the messenger of the underworld was sitting upright at the desk, writing something intently with his head down.This focus prevented the messenger from turning his head to look at the door that sounded open. The gold-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of the nose with a perfect curvature, and the thin lenses reflected the clear light of the desk lamp.

The ghost sighed silently, walked slowly to the desk and put the plate in a free corner on the table, the messenger still didn't respond, he didn't speak, just picked up an apple and handed it to the messenger's mouth, the messenger Wei Wei tilted her head and ignored it, expecting that the other party was the ghost who reacted so resentfully, she ate it by herself.

Fresh and juicy, sweet and sour, it is obviously the messenger's favorite taste.

However, the messenger seemed to deliberately ignore this extremely eye-catching existence. The movements of his hands never stopped, and his head gradually lowered and lowered until he completely eliminated the ghost from his sight.

This time the ghost dared not even sigh. The envoy's handwriting was beautiful, upright and powerful. The straight brush was held by the envoy's bony fingers, and the movement of walking on the paper was like an exhibition.However, the content on the paper is not so popular.

The messenger is recording the scene that appeared in that past life memory.

The ghosts could guess what the messenger was doing from the moment they entered the door and saw the envoy crouching in front of the desk, without having to look at the words on the paper like "Young king lying on the plow wall" and "Young king suddenly appeared at the gate of the palace" .

He didn't know what the envoys saw. After all, he didn't know what his silly sister did with that stupid king in her previous life. He only had a few memories of Wang Li, the most profound. The only time was when the man gave himself death with indifferent eyes.

The messenger also recorded this scene at this time, and the ghost's thoughts drifted away. When he came back to his senses, he happened to see the messenger write on the paper, "Meet Jin Xin who is walking towards the young king, and then a sharp arrow pierces Chest".

As soon as the ghost grasped the messenger's hand, the sudden shock drew a dazzling black mark on the pure white rice paper.

"Stop writing." The ghost suddenly realized that his voice was a little hoarse, "I'll tell you what you want to know."

The envoy finally raised his head to meet the sight of the ghost. It was the first time that such a complex expression appeared on the face that had never suppressed any emotions. It made the envoy unable to tell whether the other party was sad, resentful, or angry. fear.

So he shook his head, trying to break free from the grip of the ghost. After several struggles to no avail, he sighed and said, "I don't have anything else I want to know, at least the king I saw in Miss Sunny's past life memory. Li is just a cowardly idiot, knowing more is useless, it just adds to the sadness."

"No!" The ghost yelled inexplicably, and he suddenly turned to hold the messenger's hand with both hands. The grip was very tight, maybe his fingers were intertwined, "You have to see Wang Li in my eyes." !"

The messenger frowned. It was not the first time that they had such close contact. He could feel the ghost's hands trembling. Warm, he can't feel or see anything.

He tried to break free from the ghost's hand again, but unexpectedly, the other party's grip was tighter this time, and there was a different kind of firmness in his eyes.The messenger thought it was funny, he didn't give up on himself, why the ghost behaved like a person who would commit suicide after knowing the truth, even though he was already a dead person.

"What are you nervous about?" So the envoy asked, and this was indeed the question he wanted to ask.

The ghost was stunned: "You...you won't run away like last time?"

The messenger slumped his shoulders, feeling both exasperated and funny: "What do you think of me?"

This time it was the ghost's turn to hesitate, and he didn't know how to answer, so the messenger said it for the ghost as if he had seen it through: "Do you think that if I were Wang Li, I wouldn't be with you if I knew the truth?" Together."

This was indeed what the ghost was worried about. Seeing the messenger's calm face, he nodded in a daze.

The messenger put down the brush and turned around to face the ghost, so that the conversation between the two would appear more natural. "Then tell me," the envoy raised his chin towards the ghost, "What does Wang Li look like in your eyes."

The ghost blinked, and suddenly realized that this was what he subconsciously said just now to prevent the emissary from being depressed. Now that he thinks about it, even if the emissary saw his memory from more than 900 years ago, from his own perspective, Wang Li It's just a puppet manipulated by courtiers, without its own opinions, and dare not make any decisions based on its own judgment. Even when it grows up, it knows that Park Zhongyuan is not a good thing, and he doesn't have any courage to resist.

The ghost had to admit that at that time, until his death, he felt heartbroken for Wang Li's disappointment and cowardice.

The one-sided meeting in the study room was a secret of his own, and it was the inducement for him to change his views on Wang Li, and the seeds planted in that meeting germinated at the moment of his death.When he was dying, he seemed to see Wang Li stop to look at him. At that time, he couldn't control his pheromone. He didn't know whether Wang Li turned his head because of it, but at that moment he felt The last tremor before the heart stopped beating.

After being reborn as a ghost, he has always remembered this matter, but Wang Li died after all, and his vain anger could no longer find the target owner.

Whether that was a sign of mutual attraction between Alpha and Omega, he didn't know.

But he knew that when he smelled the sandalwood fragrance that belonged to Wang Li again, when he realized that this smell remained on the messenger of the underworld like blood, he felt angry and sad, but also feel nostalgic.

The act of meditating is not suitable for ghosts. When seeing ghosts avoiding their eyes and lowering their heads and wondering what they were thinking, the messenger already guessed that Wang Li was not such a lovable person in the memory of ghosts.

It is not clear what kind of mentality it is for wanting to know all about Wang Li's emissary. Ever since he guessed that he was Wang Li, he felt that his life had fallen into chaos. He began to wonder why he was because of this gender. And relying on ghosts, I, who hadn't known love for 300 years, finally got the hang of it.

The messenger suddenly shook off the ghost's hand—the ghost who was thinking about something was easily thrown away—then when the ghost couldn't react, he said, "I won't just run away, But I have something to do."

After they met in Sunny's store early in the morning, the ghost could not help but bring the messenger back home. The messenger did not resist, but locked himself in the room as soon as he got home, ignoring any behavior of the ghost.

It was almost noon at this time, and the envoy was behind on a lot of work. When he rushed back to the tea house of the dead, the younger generation complained about his excessive workload. The envoy apologized and took the rest of the list. Chi EnZhuo's name was seen on a list.

The envoy's eyes moved, and the junior, who saw something wrong with the envoy, took the initiative to explain: "This is a new list that was delivered this morning. It's really strange. I haven't seen this kind of list that is not distributed uniformly."

"Because this name book belongs to other lost people." After explaining, the messenger put the name book into the pocket of his suit, tidied up the rest of the name books, and was about to take over and leave.

"Other lost people..." The junior suddenly continued the topic at this moment, "Senior, you are really unlucky. You have only met two other lost people in the past 300 years. Didn't you say that you also met a strange one before?" Undead?"

These words suddenly evoked the emissary's dusty memory for a long time, he rarely recalled anything, but after he answered vaguely twice, he suddenly felt as if he had remembered something very special.

The face that belonged to that strange other lost person that I had seen before, now I suddenly recalled that there was a feeling of deja vu, as if it was the same as someone else's face I had seen before.

But the younger generation didn't say anything more at this time, and left after greeting respectfully. This also pulled back the messenger's thoughts. He checked the time of the roster again and found that the last shift was in the afternoon. At [-]:[-], I immediately decided to go to Sunny's fried chicken shop again after work.

He didn't go to ask Sunny this time. Sunny is still a person who doesn't understand anything. He definitely won't believe the past and present life. He didn't intend to bring Sunny into an extraordinary life. But he always felt that he could find something by Sunny's side, something that could make him confirm everything.I once heard that the envoy Jin from another area recalled his wife from his previous life. Wang Li and Jin Shan were once a couple in name. If there is really one person who can let him know the history belonging to Wang Li, that person is Jin Shan. The possibility is enormous.

This afternoon's work was rare and efficient, but if the teahouse for the dead had service ratings, it must be full of bad reviews this afternoon, because the messengers almost pushed and rushed the undead out of the teahouse.

After sending away the last dead person, the messenger rushed to the fried chicken restaurant in the bustling city center without saying a word. He used the ability of teleporting a few times on the way, and finally stopped at the opposite side of the fried chicken restaurant.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was still shining brightly, the glass window revealed Sunny's serious work appearance, which was very different from her usual domineering attitude when communicating.Just as the messenger was about to grin and smile for his own thoughts, he suddenly saw a strange figure standing in front of the glass window on the side of the fried chicken shop.

The figure was dressed very strangely. The old blood-stained and dust-stained robe looked tattered, as if it could be shattered with a light pull. Passers-by would definitely feel very strange when they saw this person, but the envoy could see it at a glance. You can see who this is.

When he teleported in front of that person, he saw the surprise in the other person's eyes, but he grabbed the other person's neck fiercely without giving the other person time to react, and used the identity of neither of them as a living person to directly suppress the other person through the glass to the wall.

"Other Lost Persons." The messenger said in an indifferent tone but involuntarily increased the strength of his hand, "We are very familiar."

This really couldn't be more familiar.

The messenger suddenly realized what the familiarity in the memory was about, and it was also because of the anger released unconsciously in his hand. This face was not only the face of the other lost person who had kept him busy for hundreds of years, but also The ugly and sinister face that appeared next to Wang Li in Jin Shan's previous life.

Park Zhongyuan.

It might be more appropriate to call it by this name.

Park Zhongyuan, who was in a state of desperation and didn't have much meat on his body, actually laughed out loud in such a situation. He might not be breathing for a long time, and while the messenger was pinching his neck like this, he could still make a sound naturally.But apart from a sharp smile, Park Zhongyuan didn't react at all. He didn't provoke or fight back, only his eyes were full of contempt and excitement.

"I know who you are, and you won't want me to call you by your name." This smile made the messenger feel uncomfortable, but he could only confront the other party with the nausea in his chest, "You stand What do you want to do at the door of this store, do you want to harm the owner of this store?"

He really couldn't understand Park Zhongyuan's intentions. He had been hiding from him for a hundred years, but at this time he came to his door. If he said that the other party had no conspiracy, Liu Dehua, who didn't understand anything, would not believe it.

At this time, Park Zhongyuan finally stopped laughing and began to speak: "You said you know who I am, then you know who you are." The question was asked sharply, and Park Zhongyuan's voice was also nauseous, which only made the messenger feel even more disgusted uncomfortable.

Under such close contact, he could even smell the peculiar rancid smell of the ghost.

"Don't even think about hinting at me, even if I'm looking for the truth, I won't find you."

The emissary actually knew very well that the ghost on the opposite side could immediately tell if he was Wang Li. The other party had wandered around the world for 900 years without dying, kept all the memories, and possessed abilities that ordinary undead could not possess, but he thought again Knowing the answer, I decided not to seek it from this guy.

But Park Zhongyuan just continued to show his disgusting smile indifferently, with that annoying purple tongue: "You just dare not."

"Then you are wrong." This is true, the messenger never felt that he had nothing to dare, after all, the most fearful period has passed, "And I think, compared to me, I believe that Jin Xin wants to know your existence."

While saying this, the messenger began to imagine the scene where he grabbed Park Zhongyuan and brought him to the ghost. It was probably a bloody scene, but after that, the past life issue that they avoided talking about would inevitably be brought up again. The messenger began to think about how he should explain to the ghost in the end, but he didn't notice Park Zhongyuan's gloomy and cold expression for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the Kung Fu envoy felt his hands loosen, and when he came back to his senses, Park Zhongyuan was no longer in front of him. The envoy turned around and saw Park Zhongyuan standing with a smile on his face, shaking his loose sleeves. About five meters away from the side of the body.

The messenger couldn't restrain his shocked expression. He never thought that Park Zhongyuan's undead could escape the control of the messenger of the underworld.

"you……"

"You are always holding humble things." Park Zhongyuan interrupted him, "You will know in the future, no matter how stupid your past or present choices are."

Park Zhongyuan sniffled suddenly: "Because you still chose this pathetic path, just an Omega, do you really think you can do anything to me, as long as I want, I can make you immobile in front of me at any time, just Like I've done countless times before."

"Those humble people who have stopped you from advancing, in this life, I will not let them live."

Park Zhongyuan disappeared after saying this, and the emissary failed to catch up. Rather, he didn't know what to do at this moment.He didn't know how Park Zhongyuan judged his Omega's identity. He didn't reveal his pheromone unless the other party knew his past life.And this possibility has been basically confirmed. From Park Zhongyuan's few words, he is already convinced that he is the former Wang Li, but what can he do if he knows, he can't do anything.

The messenger took out the name book belonging to Chi Enzhuo from his pocket, which showed that the time was five days later, and the cause of death was heart paralysis.

This is the most common method by which evil spirits kill and kill.

The envoy's heart sank for a moment, and he finally knew why Park Zhongyuan appeared now. All the character factors are in place. What Park Zhongyuan will do will only be more extreme than 900 years ago and will not be lowered.

He also didn't care about Sunny in the fried chicken shop who was happily humming a ditty without knowing anything, and returned to the tea house of the dead again. He began to write the report on other lost people who were 300 years late, hoping to use hell The ability of the group to save this unpredictable situation.

He wrote very quickly, his hand holding the pen was trembling, and his handwriting was a little scribbled.The messenger couldn't control his emotions, and the facts he heard from Park Zhongyuan's mouth moved him more than what he heard under the ghost's guess.

A document was finished very quickly, and he didn't care about the younger generation in charge of delivering it to submit it tomorrow, so he decided to go for a walk by himself now, but as soon as he stepped out of the tea house, he heard the wind chime coming from the tea house The envoy hurried back to the tea house, he didn't know what had happened, but unexpectedly, the person who appeared in front of him was the Inspector of the Ministry of Hell, who hadn't appeared in more than ten years since he was appointed as the envoy of Jin.

This actually saved him a lot of trouble. The envoy was planning to tell the two inspectors about the other lost people, when he heard one of them speak in a voice that was neither clear nor high or low but emotionless:

"Chengbei Cave Gold Envoy, the fact that you have abused the errand ability when performing the errand mission has been confirmed."

"Come here this time to represent the hell group to punish your behavior."

Tonight's ghosts are particularly impatient, but it's early seven o'clock, night has just fallen, and the TV series will start in half an hour, but he feels that he can't wait another second.

The vegetable salad made by himself for comfort was placed on the dining table, and the ghost also specially learned a cup of drink made from the messenger's favorite yogurt. He believed that no matter what happened, he and the messenger could get through it satisfactorily. , but unexpectedly, the guy who promised not to run away in the morning did not go home on time again that night.

After putting on the coat, the ghost ran out of the house. There was no tea house for the dead, no school for Eun Tak, and this time even Sunny’s fried chicken restaurant. He cast a vicious look of contempt.

The memory of the emissary's failure to return last night was imprinted in the ghost's mind. He was afraid that the emissary would go to any place to spend the night without thinking about it this time. How cold it must be outside on a snowy day like this.

While thinking about it, the ghost began to regret why he didn't bring an extra piece of clothing. The messenger's old-fashioned suit couldn't withstand the severe cold of Seoul night.

As he walked, he began to think about the relationship between the envoy and Wang Li. He felt that what he liked from the beginning to the end was this duplicity but cute underworld envoy. He became attached to Wang Li because of the smell of pheromones, but In the end, it was the messenger of the underworld that really walked into his heart and was marked by biting through the gland with his tiger teeth.

The ghost thought too much along the way, so that when a face that he wished to slash to death with a sword appeared in front of him, he really thought he was dreaming.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring at the figure in front of him with a tense and complicated expression that still retained his posture before death. The ghostly aura emanating from his body made him gradually realize that the guy in front of him was real, but The sudden appearance of Park Zhongyuan made the ghost feel a little overwhelmed besides feeling the anger overflowing into his brain.

He had a bad feeling that the envoy hadn't returned home at this time, maybe it was related to Park Zhongyuan's appearance.

The reaction of the ghost just standing still without any movement seems to make Park Zhongyuan very satisfied. He let out a few piercing laughter, and then slowly raised his stiff hand to the ghost: "It seems that the object you are most concerned about now is not Not me." Park Zhongyuan swept his lips with his disgusting purple tongue, "This me who should have been killed by you more than 900 years ago."

The ghost frowned: "I have seen a lot of ghosts in this world. Since you have been hiding from me for 900 years, why do you dare to appear at this time? Even if I see you again after 900 years, I will still kill you mercilessly noodle."

He is deliberately pulling the topic away from the messenger, but the other party will never do what he wants. It was like this 900 years ago, and it will still be like this 900 years later.

"Do you really care about killing me now? Do you want to kill me because of your ridiculous cohabitant? Do you know who that person is?"

It is not the first time that Park Zhongyuan has seen Jin Xin with a three-inch tongue, but even now he will be affected by the words formed by this tongue.

"What did you do to him?"

"I don't have the ability to do anything to a messenger of the underworld. It's better to say what you want to do to him, after you know his identity."

The ghost's expression suddenly turned cold: "This is none of your business."

Park Zhongyuan was unmoved: "The matter of Li has always been my business. It was 900 years ago, and it is still the same now. He is the child I brought up." Park Zhongyuan's face was inexplicably fierce, "But you, You and that bitch from the Jin family ruined Li, who always listened to me 900 years ago, and now you still want to use gender force majeure to blackmail him, Jin Xin, you are nothing more than that."

"You don't deserve to be called by his name."

Jin Xin's inexplicable answer stunned Park Zhongyuan.

"I already know what kind of life Li lived more than 900 years ago. I will not hurt him in this life, and I will not let you hurt him again."

After the words fell, the ghost waved his right hand and grabbed the water sword that suddenly appeared in the air. It was like a general fighting on the battlefield. With his vigorous skill and flexible posture, Jin Xin rushed forward with a brisk walk, making it impossible for Park Zhongyuan to avoid it. The ground was slashed straight in the face.After the knife went down, the ghost's eyes widened, and Park Zhongyuan pulled that ugly smile even wider.

"How can a mere sword of water hurt my body that has been transformed into 900 years of obsession." What makes Jin Xin unbelievable is Park Zhongyuan's body without any scars, "Jin Xin, what you have failed to keep, It is impossible to keep it in this life.”

The ghost was short-tempered, anger and irritability surged into his heart together, he raised his sword and stabbed at Park Zhongyuan again without saying a word, but this time Park Zhongyuan disappeared directly, and the ghost who was emotionally unstable could no longer be tracked after he came back to his senses Park Zhongyuan's whereabouts.

There was no more time for him to think about it. The ghost put away his sword and stepped on the street again to look for the messenger. He always felt that after he temporarily marked the messenger, there was always a flickering feeling between himself and the messenger. He didn't feel anything, but when he set foot on the street near his old house again, he suddenly felt some fluctuations in his inner feelings.

He immediately understood that it was not his own feelings, but the messenger's.

The ghost teleported directly to the house, did not open the door, did not enter the porch, and a second after being dazzled by the light, he saw the messenger curled up in a corner of the sofa in pajamas with a pillow in his arms.Before he even had time to change his shoes, the ghost directly strode forward and hugged the emissary. His body was still covered with the chill of Seoul night, but at this moment he couldn't care less, he just wanted to truly feel the man in front of him. The presence.

It was rare for the messenger to let him hold him quietly, neither pushing him away nor struggling, and even saying nothing.

I don't know how long it took for the ghost to realize something was wrong. He straightened up, and the messenger hugged the pillow tighter, and put his head on his lap. At this time, the TV was not turned on, and he didn't know where the messenger cast his gaze. .

This posture obviously means that he has met Park Zhongyuan, but this posture is more like encountering other things besides meeting Park Zhongyuan. After looking up and down to confirm that the envoy is not injured, the ghost tried his best to speak softly: "What's wrong."

"..." The envoy raised his head silently, "I am Wang Li."

There are many things that the ghost does not know. When the messenger returned home, the ghost just left the house because he couldn't wait for a minute. The two of them crossed each other in the air, but neither of them noticed each other.Only the messenger knew how much he wanted to see the face of the ghost at that moment, but he ran all over the house but couldn't find the ghost's figure, and finally he was not able to adjust until he was short of breath because of his own choking. own mood.

Then he sat on the sofa and waited for the ghost to come back. This was not a difficult time. The messenger felt that he could not think at all, and his mind was full of "what should I think" and "what should I do" such a problem.

It wasn't until he felt someone hugging him, the warm body temperature, and the familiar smell that was close at hand, that he suddenly had an inexplicable idea: When was he who was Wang Li, when did he get such a general? hug?

The answer is not once.

The envoy finally got what he wanted and knew everything about Wang Li. Even though he had already prepared himself for an unbearable memory, he still couldn't avoid the powerless heaviness that spread all over his body.

"I am Wang Li." The envoy said again, and this time he finally had the courage to look up into the eyes of the ghost, "I am the one who gave you the sword. It was I who killed you with my own mouth."

It's actually very funny, this is a conclusion that has been told several times upside down, but at this moment when the messenger said it with such a tone and expression, it actually made the ghost feel unbelievable.

"...Ah, you are Wang Li." But so what.The ghost couldn't say the latter sentence, he could only mechanically cooperate with the messenger's words, telling him that you are Wang Li, you are my angry Wang Li for thousands of years, and you are the one who gave me love at the last second of my life. The persistent Wang Li.

He didn't know how the messenger recovered his memory, and he didn't want to know.After his death, Wang Li still had a long life, and he suddenly didn't want to know what Wang Li had experienced in that life.

They should have had a lot to say, crying and scolding each other, accusing each other of the gods, resenting the play of fate, and satirizing the injustice of life, but in the end the ghost didn't say anything superfluous. He found the opponent's mouth in his line of sight and leaned closer, traced the shape of the opponent's lips with his tongue and then left. At that time, he finally saw the shimmering light in the messenger's eyes.

Then he pulled the messenger into his arms again, with such force that the ghost had the illusion of wanting to rub the messenger into his body.

——Ah, you are Wang Li

You are Wang Li.

"You are the Wang Li that I protect with my whole life."

To Be Continued.