If the Divine Lobster's Chariot were to be driven on the streets of Wenzhou City, it would definitely be very eye-catching … It would be a retro chariot with a golden body. Moreover, there would be two dragons pulling the chariot. Since they were shrimp, they were still dragons, and had some of the basic forms of dragons. They definitely had shrimp eyes!
However, they were too conspicuous. They weren't very suitable.
Moreover, it was very likely that the police would detain the vehicle for driving an illegally modified vehicle …
Therefore, Song Shuhang transferred the Divine Lobster's Chariot to the Inner World.
Jouko Hagi and Shiliu Su were still unconscious. After returning home, he would release the two women.
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…
Shiliu Su was transferred to the Inner World, but the White Dragon Sister didn't follow. Like the virtuous lamia, she had the ability to leave her master. The White Dragon Sister hid her figure and floated on top of Song Shuhang's head, curiously looking at the changes in the world.
Song Shuhang walked in the direction of his home while taking out his phone.
After returning to the main world, the time automatically synchronized.
October 5th, 2019, 09: 32. Saturday, overcast and cloudy.
Song Shuhang softly said, "Although it's a holiday, Mom and Dad should be awake at this time."
The White Dragon asked softly, "Is your immortal cave nearby?"
"Hmm … My house is on Baijing Street. However, it's not really a cave. "Song Shuhang smiled.
He walked briskly, and soon returned to his familiar doorstep.
Song Shuhang stood at the door of his house and looked at it. There was a familiar yet strange feeling in his heart.
"The aftereffects of entering the dreamland." Song Shuhang sighed softly.
In reality, it was only the door of his house that he hadn't seen for a month, but emotionally, it was as if he hadn't been home for hundreds of years. He couldn't help but feel like he had left home when he was young and returned when he was old.
"I'm back," Song Shuhang said softly. He reached out and pressed the doorbell.
"Coming." It was Mama Song who opened the door.
Mama Song was growing younger and younger, truly rejuvenating. When Mama Song was young, she was the prettiest girl in the school. Now, when she and Song Shuhang stood together, they looked just like siblings.
"Mom, I'm back." Song Shuhang took a deep breath and said excitedly.
The feeling of not seeing his mother for hundreds of years was indescribable. If he was more sentimental, he would have thrown himself into his mother's arms and burst into tears.
Mama Song looked at the tall young man in front of her with a dumbfounded expression.
After a while, Mama Song asked, "Who are you?"
Who are you?
Who is it?
Huh?
Mama Song's words echoed in Song Shuhang's mind.
"It's me, Shuhang. My appearance hasn't changed? " Song Shuhang subconsciously touched his face. Could it be that when he was possessed by the 'Emperor Of Heaven' in the dream, his appearance was affected, causing his mother to not recognize him?
"Shuhang? This name sounds familiar … "Mama Song stared at Song Shuhang, and her eyes suddenly lit up." Ba Song? Your name is Ba Song, right? "
"…" Song Shuhang.
He had a bad premonition.
Mama Song didn't seem to remember his appearance at all. She could only rely on the Sage Seal's' nobody under the heavens doesn't know of me 'ability to say his Sage Name. Could it be that the effects of the [Wielder's small black room] haven't disappeared yet?
No, it can't be. We've already come out of the Wielder's small black room. Shouldn't everyone's memories be restored?
Is it possible that it takes some time for them to recover their memories?
"Mom, look at me carefully. I'm your son, Shuhang, "Song Shuhang said. Perhaps if Mama looked at him more, she would remember him?
"Mister Ba Song, please don't joke around. My child … died not long after he was born," Mama Song said with a sad face.
Song Shuhang said, "Huh?"
What? Died? what？
When did I die? Heavens, I don't even know when I died.
Could it be that … I transmigrated to a parallel world? In this world, the pitiful Mister Song Shuhang died in an accident shortly after he was born.
In an instant, hundreds of possibilities and guesses emerged in Song Shuhang's mind.
"What happened?" At this time, the deep voice of a man echoed.
The younger version of Papa Song came out of the room. He was wearing a nightgown and had a tired face.
Papa Song saw Song Shuhang and scratched his head. "Eh? This little brother looks very familiar. "
Papa, you still have an impression of me?
Song Shuhang was happy. "It's me, Dad. I'm Song Shuhang. Do you really not have any impression of me? "
"Mister Ba Song, please don't joke around. I don't have a son as old as you … Our child died not long after he was born. "Papa Song waved his hand and squeezed out a 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.
"However, Mister Ba Song, you don't need to worry about us. Actually, it's been more than ten years since our child died, and we've already forgotten about it. Moreover, we're planning to have another child, "Papa Song continued.
After saying this much, he gently looked at Mama Song.
Mama Song cooperated and nestled in his arms.
The two of them didn't care about their son's feelings and showed off their affection in front of him.
"Ah?" Song Shuhang said.
Mama Song said shyly, "Actually, I was in a critical period during those days. Perhaps we already had a second child. I'll go and take a test in the next few days. "
Papa Song said, "This time, I want a daughter. A daughter is very considerate."
Mama Song smiled and said, "We can have two more children. There's a two-child policy now. Our first child died, so we should be able to apply for a third child. "
"Alright, we'll do as you say," Papa Song said.
"…" Song Shuhang.
Your eldest son, who died prematurely, is now standing in front of you, eating the dog food you've sprinkled on him.
At this time, Song Shuhang felt that he had f * cked Doudou.
No, Doudou was already married, and he couldn't use the phrase 'f * ck Doudou' anymore …
No, Doudou's wedding had already been ruined …
Song Shuhang rubbed his temples and heaved a sigh.
It seemed that the effects of the Wielder's small black room wouldn't disappear after he broke out of the prison.
Moreover, the effects of the Wielder's small black room were more serious than he had imagined.
For example, now.
Papa Song and Mama Song, who were chatting with him, turned their heads and looked at each other affectionately. After exchanging a few words, they turned their heads and looked at Song Shuhang … forgetting about him.
"Eh? This little brother looks familiar. He looks a bit like me when I was young, "Papa Song said.
"Is it Mister Tyrannical Scholar? Mister Tyrannical Scholar, who are you looking for? "
"…" Song Shuhang.
If he hadn't known that 'Daoist Umbrella' was still in the Clearwater Pavilion, Song Shuhang would have thought that he had come to Wenzhou City to impart his exclusive cultivation technique to Papa Song and Mama Song.
After a while, the corner of Song Shuhang's mouth twitched, and he said, "Sorry, I pressed the wrong doorbell."
Then, he held his pierced heart, waved at Papa Song and Mama Song, and quietly left.
With his current strength, it was easy for him to quietly return to his room.
However, under the premise that Papa Song and Mama Song couldn't remember him, it would be meaningless even if he returned to his room.
White Dragon Sister stretched out her claw and gently patted Song Shuhang's head. "Don't be sad. You've already come out of the Wielder's small black room. There will always be a way to remove the 'transparent identity'."
Song Shuhang smiled, and said, "White Dragon Sister, don't worry. This level of blow is like a drizzle to me."
Several hundred years of life as a green onion, several hundred years of life as a specter, and several hundred years of death and resurrection. His will had evolved from being as hard as iron to being as hard as a superalloy.
Song Shuhang said, "If the influence of the small black room on me hasn't disappeared … then Shiliu and Jouko Hagi are probably still in this state."
In that case, did Su Clan's Seven and Venerable Spirit Butterfly forget about Shiliu and Jouko Hagi?
Did something happen to Venerable Spirit Butterfly?
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"Where are you going next?" White Dragon Sister asked.
"I'm going to look for a hotel nearby first. Immortal Fairy Bie Xue's Immortal Feast will be held on the 7th, and I have to rush over to attend it. Right … Senior White should still recognize me. If Senior White's main body has already come out of secluded meditation, I'll go to the Immortal Feast with her, "Song Shuhang said.
There was a small hotel with good reviews on Baijing Street.
Song Shuhang arrived at the front desk.
"Hello, Mister. Do you want to check in? Do you have an appointment? "The little girl at the front desk of the hotel smiled at Song Shuhang.
"I don't have an appointment. Give me a single room, and I'll stay until the 6th." Song Shuhang handed over his ID card.
"Okay, Mister." The little girl took Song Shuhang's ID card.
In the main world, all the images and information about Song Shuhang had become transparent.
Since Song Shuhang had brought his ID card with him, the information on it hadn't been erased after he entered the Wielder's small black room.
The little girl took the ID card and registered it, and then returned it to Song Shuhang.
And then …
The little girl forgot about Song Shuhang.
She lowered her head and worked on the computer for a moment, and suddenly looked confused.
Then she raised her head and looked at Song Shuhang. "Huh? Hello … Are you Mr. Ba Song? Do you want to check in? Do you have an appointment? "
Song Shuhang's heart felt stifled.
"Do you have a room? I want a single room. You should have registered for me just now, "Song Shuhang reminded her.
The little girl looked confused.
She looked down at the computer. "Huh? I just registered, but there's no information on it … Strange, how can this be? "
Song Shuhang: "…" The effect of the Wielder's small black room was so overbearing?
The little girl looked thoughtful.
After a moment, she raised her head. "Huh? Hello … Are you Mr. Tyrannical Scholar? Do you want to check in? Do you have an appointment … "
"No, I just came here for a stroll," Song Shuhang said.
I'd better find a place to wait for Senior White. If I want to spend the night, I'll go back to my Inner World or sneak back to my home.
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