Chapter 1396 - I don’t have a son as old as you (1/2)

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, Sat.u.r.day. 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?”