I Brought Home a Foolish Ghost from a Livestream

[Chapter 22 goes VIP on the 16th~ Thanks for all your support] After graduating from college, He Yu followed the crowd and took the civil service exam. He accidentally landed a job in the underworld, becoming a judge in one fell swoop. One day, on his way home from work, an evil ghost blocked his path. He had neglected exercise for so long that he couldn't even run. Just as the ghost was about to catch him, He Yu pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket and blasted the ghost senseless. He had been able to see these strange things since he was little. To protect himself, he had learned quite a few useful skills from an old Taoist who lived nearby. Taking the opportunity to demand compensation, He Yu carried his eggs home. Passing a construction site, he saw the underworld colleague who had been so high and mighty earlier carrying two bags of cement and striding along at a brisk pace. The popsicle in He Yu's mouth nearly fell out. He hid behind a tree and watched for a while, until he saw his underworld colleague chase after a one-yuan coin that had bounced away for ages. He remembered his own salary, which had been delayed by a month and paid in bits and pieces. Was his underworld colleague working for the money that was supposed to be He Yu's salary? He Yu sized up his colleague's handsome face. Maybe he could make some cash by having him trade on his looks... Who says being good-looking is useless? With traffic soaring, getting advertising deals and promoting products could soon bring them prosperity. Wait... Why are you making the two of us wear matching couples' outfits and carry condoms? Next up for pre-publication: A Perfectly Matched Alpha-Alpha Romance An He is an A, a super alpha, the kind who makes omegas' legs go weak just by looking at him. In their senior year of high school, two schools merged, and students were assigned to new classes and dorm rooms. An He's roommate was the top student from the neighboring school, a real academic powerhouse who was said to be cold and boring. An He gave a cold laugh. That was complete nonsense, because he could always smell an omega scent on Jiang Yufeng. They were also highly compatible, and just smelling it was enough to make him lose control. Cold and boring? He's with that omega all the time, and he comes back smelling so strongly. What else am I supposed to think? Jiang Yufeng had never lived in a dorm, but now that he was in his final year of high school, he didn't want to waste time commuting. If he lived on his own, his parents would worry, too. He had heard the rumors about An He: a playboy, a good-for-nothing delinquent. Sure enough, An He came back every day smelling of omegas. The strongest scent was highly compatible with him, and smelling it made his blood surge. He could hardly stand it anymore. It was already affecting his life. While browsing online for nearby rentals, he suddenly realized that this seemed to be An He's scent... An He's rut triggered Jiang Yufeng's rut, too. The two alphas, whose pheromones were a perfect match, looked at each other with red eyes, then pounced, fighting fiercely over who would be on top. Hey, have you heard? The top student and the school bully in the neighboring dorm got into it. They even bit each other with their mouths, and the way they bit... A Tale of a Beast Turned Good Xiao was descended from the Deceitful Beast. In the Primordial Realm, he ate a red lotus seed that the Divine Lord Lianhua had guarded for a thousand years. He was banished to the mortal realm and condemned to cycle through life and death, only permitted to return after suffering enough. Among the many ferocious beasts of the Chaos era, the Deceitful Beasts were not particularly powerful. Yet, thanks to their clever minds, they managed to secure a place for themselves. Xiao found life dull. Human tricks were child's play to him, and through countless reincarnations, he had never suffered any real hardship. Then, of all things, he met an exceptionally foolish cultivator. This man was utterly pure and kind, and Xiao found him interesting without even meaning to. "Hey, idiot, you're being so nice to me. Don't tell me you like me?" "Young master, please don't say such things." "Blockhead, let's sleep together." "N-no, we can't!" "Hey, dummy, isn't there anything you want?" "I only wish to comprehend the Great Dao and save the world from calamity." Then an unexpected disaster struck. Someone planned to unleash the demon clan and lay waste to the human realm, and one person had to sacrifice himself. Shi Shu smiled at him and ran toward the abyss. Xiao seemed to see ten thousand golden lotuses blooming behind him. He remembered Shi Shu saying that if he could return after this journey down the mountain, he would finally be accepted as a disciple and devote himself to cultivation. Xiao cursed impatiently. "You're so stupid." Wouldn't it be the same if someone else went? Then he rushed forward and yanked the fool back. The wounds ripped open by the fierce winds were bleeding, a terrifying sight. The fool's face bore an expression Xiao had never seen before, but he had no time to think about it. "Why are you crying, dummy? Let me be the hero who saves all those people for once." Before he was completely swept away, he shouted, "You silly blockhead, now you've got your wish." His vision gradually blurred. He saw the other's lips moving, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear what the fool was saying. After he died in that life: "Congratulations, congratulations, Lord Deceitful Beast! Not only have you completed your punishment, you've also earned merit for saving people. You have a reward waiting!" Ignoring the ceremonial official trying to stop him, he descended to the mortal realm to find that wooden-headed fool. He searched the human world in vain for twenty years, and at last found a grave beneath the tree where they had once spent time together. From then on, he spent three hundred years in his cave, sunk in melancholy. One day, a friend invited him to the Western Heaven to admire a newly sprouted bodhi tree. He happened to see a beautiful divine lord walking ahead, golden lotuses beneath his feet. Why did he look so much like that foolish blockhead? Theme: Wherever you are, keep striving to live. There is poetry and a distant horizon ahead.