If he drove the Divine Lobster’s Chariot on Wenzhou City Road, it would definitely be very eye-catching... An ancient chariot covered in gold with a shrimp and a dragon pulling it.

It was definitely too conspicuous and not something he could use. Moreover, it was possible that a police officer would stop the chariot and charge them for driving an illegally modified vehicle...

As such, Song Shuhang transferred the Divine Lobster’s Chariot back to the Inner World.

Since Soft Feather and Su Clan’s Sixteen were both still unconscious, he was planning on waiting until he got back home before releasing the two women.

Su Clan’s Sixteen was transferred to the Inner World, but the White Dragon did not follow. Like the virtuous lamia, she had the ability to leave her master and move around. The White Dragon hid her figure and floated above Song Shuhang’s head, curiously looking at the changes that had happened to the world.

Song Shuhang walked towards his home and took out his phone.

With his phone finally being back in the main world, the time displayed on it automatically synced with the world’s time.

October 5th, 2019, 9:32 AM, Saturday. Overcast to cloudy weather.

Song Shuhang softly said, “Although it’s a holiday today, my parents are definitely already awake at this time.”

The White Dragon softly asked, “Is your immortal cave nearby?”

Song Shuhang smiled, and said, “Mm-hm... My home is on Baijing Street. However, it isn’t an immortal cave.”

He walked briskly and soon arrived at the door of his home.

Song Shuhang stood at the entrance and looked at the door, experiencing a conflicting feeling of both familiarity and unfamiliarity.

“The aftereffects of the dreamland...” Song Shuhang sighed softly.

It was just the door to his home which he hadn’t seen in a month, but he felt as if he had been away for several hundred years, causing him to have the feeling of having left home when he was young and returned when he’d already grown old.

“I’m back,” Song Shuhang said softly as he reached out and pressed the doorbell. “Coming.” It was Mama Song who opened the door.

It was a younger looking Mama Song, and it felt as if time had reversed. When Mama Song had been younger, she had been a school belle. Now, when Song Shuhang stood next to one another, they looked like siblings.

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and excitedly said, “Mom, I’m back.”

The feeling of seeing one’s mother after not seeing her for several hundred years was simply beyond words. If he had a more affectionate personality, he would definitely have plunged into his mother’s arms and cried out loud.

Mama Song looked at the tall young man in front of her with a confused look.

After a while, she said, “Who are you?” Who are you?

...are you?

...you?

Mama Song’s words echoed in Song Shuhang’s ears.

“It’s me, Shuhang. Has my appearance changed?” Song Shuhang subconsciously touched his face.

Could it be that his appearance had changed while he was possessing the Heavenly Emperor in the dreamland, thus causing his mother to be unable to recognize him?

“Shuhang? This name sounds quite familiar...” Mama Song stared at Song Shuhang, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “Tyrannical Song? Your name is Tyrannical Song, right?” “...” Song Shuhang

He suddenly got a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Mama Song didn’t seem to remember him at all. She seemed to only be able to say his Sage Name, which was a result of the powers of the Sage Seal. Could it be that the effects of the Wielder’s small black room had yet to disappear? No, we’ve already left the Wielder’s small black room, and everyone’s memories of us should have recovered, right?

Is it that there’s a buffer time needed for people’s memories to recover?

“Mom, look at me carefully. I’m your son, Shuhang,” Song Shuhang said-perhaps if his mother looked at him a bit more, she could remember him?

“Mister Tyrannical Song, please stop joking. My child... He died shortly after he was born...” Mama Song said with a sad face.

Song Shuhang responded, “Huh?”

What? Died?

When did I die? Heavens, I don’t even know I had died prematurely.

Could it be that... I crossed into a parallel world? Maybe the unfortunate Song Shuhang died soon after he was born in this world?

Hundreds of possibilities and speculations appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind.

“What’s the matter?” At this moment, a deep voice sounded out.

The younger version of Papa Song walked out of the house while wearing a pyjama, his face tired.

Papa Song saw Song Shuhang and scratched his head. “Eh? This little brother looks familiar.”

Dad still has an impression of me?

Song Shuhang was overjoyed. “It’s me, Dad. I’m Shuhang. Do you really have no impression of me?”

“Mister Tyrannical Song, please stop kidding around. I don’t have a son as old as you... Our child died shortly after his birth over 10 years ago.” Papa Song waved his hand, and then revealed the same sad expression on his face.

I don’t have a son as old as you~

I don’t have a son like you~

“...” Song Shuhang.

Papa Song continued, “However, Mister Tyrannical Song, you don’t have to worry about us husband and wife. In fact, it has been more than 10 years since the unfortunate death of our son. We’ve already gotten over it. Moreover, we’re planning on having another child soon.”

After saying that, he gazed at Mama Song warmly.

Mama Song snuggled in his arms.

The two didn’t show the least care about their own son and acted lovey-dovey right in his face.

Song Shuhang was perplexed. “Huh?”

“Actually, it wasn’t my safe period the past few days. Perhaps our second child is already on the way. In a few days, I will take a test,” Mama Song said with a shy look.

Papa Song said, “I want a daughter this time. A daughter is more considerate.”

Mama Song smiled and said, “Actually, we can have two children as there’s a second child policy now. Since our first child died, it should be possible to apply for a third child.”

Papa Song said, “Okay, I’ll leave everything to you.”

“...” Song Shuhang.

Your eldest son, who died, is standing in front of you now, having to bear your disgusting show of affection.

At this time, Song Shuhang felt like a lone Doudou.

No, even Doudou was already married.

Actually, this was also incorrect as Doudou’s wedding was eventually crashed...

Song Shuhang rubbed his temples and sighed.

It seems that even after breaking out, the effects of the small black room did not disappear...

Moreover, the effects were much more serious than he thought.

Papa Song and Mama Song, who were chatting with him, turned their heads and looked at each other affectionately. After exchanging a few words, when the two turned their heads to look at Song Shuhang again... they had already forgotten about him.

Papa Song said, “Eh? This little brother looks familiar. He looks a bit like me when I was young.”

Mama Song asked, “Is this Mister Tyrannical Scholar? Mister Tyrannical Scholar, whom are you looking for?”

“...” Song Shuhang. If he didn’t know that Daoist Umbrella was still at the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, Song Shuhang would think that he had come to Wenzhou City to teach his cultivation technique to Papa Song and Mama Song.

After a while, Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched, and he said, “Sorry, I pressed the wrong doorbell.”

Then, with a broken heart, he waved at Papa Song and Mama Song and left.

With his current strength, he could have easily returned to his room without them noticing

However, under the premise that neither Papa Song nor Mama Song could remember him, it didn’t make much sense to stay there.

The White Dragon stretched out her paw and patted Song Shuhang’s head. “Don’t be sad. You’ve already left the Wielder’s small black room, so there should be a way to deal with your sense of presence becoming so weak.”

Song Shuhang smiled, and said, “Sister White Dragon, don’t worry. This level of shock is like a drizzle to me.”

Several hundred years of life as a green onion, several hundred more years of being cut apart and researched, and then the experience of dying and coming back to life again and again had caused his willpower to go from hard iron to superalloy.

Song Shuhang said, “If the influence of the small black room on me has yet to disappear... Then, it should be the same for Su Clan’s Sixteen and Soft Feather.”

In that case, Su Clan’s Seven and Venerable Spirit Butterfly should have also forgotten Sixteen and Soft Feather.

Was Venerable Spirit Butterfly still okay?

The White Dragon asked, “Where are you going next?” Song Shuhang said, “I’m going to look for a hotel nearby to stay at first. Immortal Fairy Biexue’s Immortal Feast is on the 7th, and I have to reach the location by that time. Right... Senior White should still recognize me. If Senior White’s main body has come out of seclusion, I will go to the Immortal Feast with him.”

There was a small hotel with a good reputation on Baijing Street.

Song Shuhang went to the front desk.

The girl at the front desk of the hotel smiled at Song Shuhang, and said, “Hello, Sir. Do you want to check in? Or do you have an appointment?”

“I don’t have any appointments. I want to stay in a single room until the 6th.” Song Shuhang handed over his ID card.

“Okay.” The girl took Song Shuhang’s ID card.

In the main world, all images and information related to Song Shuhang had become transparent.

Song Shuhang’s ID card had entered the Wielder’s small black room as he had been carrying it with him, so the information on it was not erased.

The girl took the ID and registered it, and then returned the ID to Song Shuhang.

And then...

She forgot about Song Shuhang.

She lowered her head and worked on the computer for a while, suddenly looking confused.

She then looked at Song Shuhang. “Eh? Hello... You are Mister Tyrannical Song? Do you want to check in? Or do you have an appointment?”

Song Shuhang’s heart felt stifled.

Song Shuhang said, “Is there a room? I want a single room. You should have registered for me just now.”

The girl looked confused.

She lowered her head and looked at the computer: “Eh? I did do a registration just now, but there isn’t any information on it... Strange, how could this be?”.

“...” Song Shuhang.

The effect of the Wielder’s small black room is this domineering?

The girl fell into thought.

After a while, she raised her head. “Eh? Hello... You are Mister Tyrannical Scholar? Do you want to check in? Or do you have...”

Song Shuhang said, “No, I was just passing by.”

I should look for a place to spend the night and wait for Senior White. Maybe I can go back to the Inner World or sneak into my own room.

After leaving the hotel, Song Shuhang took out his phone, brought up Scholar DM’s number, and called him...

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