Chapter Six Hundred Twenty: Scattered Memories
Sang Family.
Bai Ming lay in bed with a facial mask on, checking various reports from the Floating Splendor Commerce through the Communication Device.
Next to her, Little Lonely was still crawling around, playing with Jiao Jiao.
“Looks like things are getting out of hand,” Bai Ming noted as she scrolled through the Original Immortal’s official account, seeing a bunch of posts about “children driven to suicide by their parents.” She stretched silently.
“That guy, Young Master Sang, is causing quite the commotion, not sure how it’ll all end.”
“Speaking of which, didn’t he run off to Sister Gu? Is it really that serious? I hope we haven’t been pushing him too hard!”
After chatting to herself for a bit, Little Lonely tired out and leaned against Jiao Jiao, falling asleep.
At that moment, the door opened.
Zhang Xiaoying tiptoed in, glancing at Little Lonely, who had just dozed off.
“…Just fell asleep?”
“Yup,” Bai Ming replied curiously. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
She climbed onto the bed and sat next to Bai Ming, like two close besties.
“Is it about Young Master Sang?”
“More specifically… about you two.”
Zhang Xiaoying said softly, “Speaking of which, did you know each other before coming to the Abyss Realm?”
Bai Ming thought for a moment and shook her head.
“Not at all. Since I went to an all-girls school, I could count the guys I knew from my past life on one hand.”
“So, you know nothing about Young Master Sang’s past life?”
“I think he mentioned he had a pretty boring life, just an ordinary worker at a game company.” Bai Ming shrugged. “He doesn’t seem keen on talking about it, so I didn’t press him.”
“Why are you suddenly interested in this?”
Zhang Xiaoying lowered her beautiful eyes, saying quietly, “While my husband is off with Sister Gu these last few days, I have some things I want to figure out.”
After recounting her conversation with Nian Nian, Bai Ming fell into deep thought.
“Now that you mention it… I’ve had a question too.”
“If Young Master Sang’s soul is one of the Primordial Deities, it makes sense he could retain memories from his past life after reincarnating in the Abyss Realm.”
“But why did I reincarnate in this world?”
When a person’s soul reincarnates, memories and impurities are usually cleansed by the underworld.
Young Master Sang can retain memories, probably because his soul is one of the Primordial Deities.
But Bai Ming was just an ordinary person.
Maybe her previous life was decent, but even a well-off ordinary person is still just ordinary.
Bai Ming doesn’t think she’s like those heroines in reverse harem novels who have some grand mission to save the world when they arrive.
“I only had memories from my past life when I reincarnated. Aside from that, nothing else.”
Bai Ming sighed with a bitter smile: “I even found the Ksitigarbha Celestial Jade in this world; what’s the point of my reincarnation?”
“I can’t have come just to be Young Master Sang’s wife, right?”
Zhang Xiaoying replied: “…Well, that shouldn’t be the case.”
However, compared to Young Master Sang’s reincarnation, Bai Ming’s situation indeed made little sense.
“Nian Nian mentioned that the world you’re in doesn’t belong to the omnipotent rules.”
Zhang Xiaoying said, “It’s likely a world not created by the Primordial Deities.”
“If you think about it, what’s the difference between that world and this one?”
This time, Bai Ming pondered for quite a while.
After a long moment, she grudgingly said, “Uh… how about the lack of cultivators?”
Zhang Xiaoying: “…”
“Let’s count that.”
“And over there, not everyone speaks Chinese.”
“…”
“It’s not just yellow-skinned folks wearing ancient clothing.”
“…”
Based on Bai Ming’s descriptions, Zhang Xiaoying began to understand what kind of world it was.
Humans are still the masters of the land, but the people there don’t rely on spiritual energy; they depend on so-called “technology.” There are still differences in physique among people, but they’re much smaller than the gap between ordinary people and cultivators.
In that world, different people established different nations and civilizations. That world also, like this one, experiences upheaval at times and peace at others.
So overall, while many things were similar, they weren’t quite the same.
“So, what does your husband mean by ‘a game company worker’?”
“Probably similar to how he started at the Punishment Department.” Bai Ming patted the facial mask on her face, casually saying: “Just your average employee, working to make money, spending it until one lucky day they get pushed into the crematorium.”
“That’s probably all there is to it in this lifetime.”
Zhang Xiaoying nodded thoughtfully.
Noticing Zhang Xiaoying’s distracted expression, Bai Ming curiously asked, “What? Does it sound boring?”
“No…”
Zhang Xiaoying suddenly smiled: “I was wondering, if in this life, your husband hadn’t been guided by Nian Nian and the others to where he is today…”
“Would he be living a life just like that?”
Working at the Punishment Department for ten, even dozens of years straight.
Until marrying and having kids, witnessing them grow up.
Perhaps in the outside world, many would ascend to higher realms, and there might be battles between holy places, but none of it would concern that little employee at the Punishment Department.
He would just enjoy the everyday routine of working, coming home to eat with his wife and kids.
Until a hundred years later, gray-haired and surrounded by descendants, he would suddenly pass away amidst everyone’s tears.
“Your husband has said more than once that he dreams of such a life.”
Zhang Xiaoying said softly: “So, sometimes I wonder, maybe he isn’t really happy here.”
“Maybe he has no sense of belonging to this world, still thinking about returning to his previous life.”
“I’ve asked him about this, but he always comforts me, saying not to think too much; he likes it here.”
…Does he really like it?
If he had the chance to choose again, would he stay in that previous world or come back to the Abyss Realm?
“I think you’re overthinking it a bit?”
Bai Ming frowned, pouting: “Nobody knows how happy he was in his past life except him, so what’s the point in thinking about it?”
“…You have a point.”
Zhang Xiaoying suddenly sighed lightly: “I wish I could know more about your husband’s past.”
But unfortunately, Young Master Sang wouldn’t willingly share his past.
And it wouldn’t be right for her to push that sore spot.
Those memories might be hidden away by Young Master Sang like a game of hide-and-seek, tucked away in some corner of the universe.
But he wouldn’t tell anyone.
Perhaps she would never find out.
However, Zhang Xiaoying had a strange intuition.
What if… just what if those memories were found?
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