"Do you want to go back?" Zhao Tiancheng asked.
"Yes, I want to go back," Zhou Yang said seriously.
"How laughable. After transmigrating, many people instantly accepted reality and forgot about their parents from the past, even all that stuff about being cheated on. Why are you still thinking about your family?" Zhao Tiancheng mocked.
"Because I'm still human!" Zhou Yang lunged forward and grabbed the beggar.
The beggar merely flicked a hand, and Zhou Yang became a sheet of paper lying flat on the ground.
"I wasn't the one who brought you here. Before you came, you should have known that you were already dead," Zhao Tiancheng said disdainfully.
In his previous life, he had been a Border General with many family members. Hadn't he quickly adapted after transmigrating here as well?
Oh, he had only had a few hours left to live in his previous life—then never mind.
"I'm already dead?" Only then did Zhou Yang remember that he had indeed drowned in a rainstorm.
It took him half a day to recover from his blank mind.
And at that moment.
The beggar walked up to him and peeled him back up.
"Alright. Since the Heavenly Emperor gave you a second life, you should cherish it properly. What if you can be resurrected someday?"
"Wouldn't that mean you came out ahead?" Zhao Tiancheng said with a smile.
"That's true. May I ask where this place is, and which venerable person you are, sir?" Zhou Yang subconsciously cupped his hands.
"Think back. You should know the answers to those questions," Zhao Tiancheng said, shaking his head.
Hearing that, Zhou Yang thought carefully and really did recall the answers.
Yes, this was that Old Game he had once played.
A very, very old game that was said to be shutting