As soon as Jiang Weiming opened her eyes, she saw a magnified face, which frightened her so much that she almost screamed.

When Sang Sang was lying on the side of his bed and looking at himself, he couldn't help but cover his forehead.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

On the wall of the room hung a large clock, indicating that the time was just after five o'clock.

Looking at the sky outside, except for the headlights that had been on all night downstairs, the sky was still dark.

Jiang Weiming was so frightened by Sang Sang that she didn't sleep anymore at this time, so she simply got up from the bed, and found that Sang Sang was already dressed and looking at her with straight eyes.

The corners of Jiang Weiming's mouth twitched: "Sangsang, in fact, we don't have to be in such a hurry, just because we can get up doesn't mean that others can get up." ”

Sang Sang was a little embarrassed: "I was so happy last night, I haven't fallen asleep yet." ”

Jiang Weiming: "......"

Seeing this, Jiang Weiming couldn't help it.

She glanced at Sangsang's clothes and rearranged them.

Then he squeezed toothpaste on Sangsang and put a small stool for her to step on and brush her teeth.

Sang Sang brushed very seriously, and from time to time he had to take a look at Jiang Weiming.

The nephews and daughters-in-law are very good, and every time they come back, they will bring gifts to themselves and the big ingots, and sometimes they will take care of their own food and clothing.

She thought that if she had a mother, she would definitely be as gentle as her niece and daughter-in-law.

Sang Sang thought so and brushed his toothbrush more seriously.

At the end, he bared his teeth and asked himself if the brush was clean, looking like he was begging for praise.

After cleaning up, it was almost six o'clock, Jiang Weiming took Sangsang to the hotel outside for breakfast, and then took the car to the Institute of Non-Humanity.

The location of the Institute of Non-Humanity was right in the center of the city, and the two of them arrived quickly.

Sang Sang looked at the tall building with some disbelief.

"Is it a mistake?"

Jiang Weiming looked at the address on her phone, looked at the house number again, and shook her head: "That's right, this is it." ”

"Ah, that's pretty too."

Sang Sang looked at the high-rise buildings in front of him, and still didn't believe it in his heart.

Just as the two of them looked up and hesitated, Xie Shiting's car also stopped downstairs.

"Sangsang."

Sang Sang followed the prestige, and saw today's Xie Shiting get out of a black Phaeton car.

There is a faint black mole on the bridge of Xie Shiting's nose, and the black suit on him looks like a walking boss.

Xie Shiting had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why did you come so early?" ”

"I was so excited last night that I didn't sleep, and I woke up early this morning."

Xie Shiting: "......"

Although I don't spend much time with Sangsang, I have to say that this is indeed something that Sangsang can do.

"Let's go up first."

Xie Shiting made a gesture of please, Jiang Weiming nodded lightly, and led Sang Sang up with him.

In the elevator, Sang Sang looked and didn't find Xie Shiran: "What about the big brother in the windbreaker yesterday?" ”

"Xiao Ran is in his third year of high school this year, and he went to school early in the morning."

Sangsang also knew what it meant to go to school now, but he still nodded without pretending to understand.

It's just that I was a little shocked in my heart, I didn't expect Xie Shiran to be so old and still go to school.

Sang Sang sighed and said silently: "That Brother Xiaoran is really miserable?" ”

Song Song, who was following behind Xie Shiting, was a little incomprehensible: "Everyone came over like this, in fact, it's good to get used to it, and you will experience it in the future." ”

"I, I'm going to read for so long?"

Suddenly, Sang Sang's whole body stiffened, as if he had heard some earth-shattering news.

Song Song didn't know what Xiao Tuanzi was thinking, so he said through Sang Sang's words: "Yes, you will also go to kindergarten in the future." ”

Sangsang collapsed.

Children of this age couldn't hold back their emotions at all, as soon as they heard that they had to go to school for more than ten years, the corners of Sang Sang's mouth were deflated, his eyes blinked, and the tears of beans fell down.

"Wow-"

At this time, the elevator door is opened.

All the Heavenly Masters of the Non-Human Research Institute subconsciously looked at it.

As a result, I saw that their deputy director was scratching his head anxiously, and seemed to be in a hurry.

Jiang Weiming didn't understand why Sang Sang was crying, so she quickly picked up the little fat girl with difficulty: "What's the matter?" ”

The woman's voice was gentle, but Sang Sang couldn't help but feel sad.

Sang Sang wiped away his tears and said, "I don't want to read a book for so long. ”

Jiang Weiming didn't say anything, but asked Sang Sang the reason.

Sang Sang pouted: "If I want to read for more than ten years, who will protect you?" ”

"And, and I don't know how to read, I don't know how to count, so I don't like to read."

Jiang Weiming actually didn't understand it in her heart, after all, all the family except Ye Mian were geniuses.

Although I have experienced setbacks to some extent, I have never suffered setbacks in my studies.

As a genius, Jiang Weiming can't understand her aunt's mood.

In Sangsang's eyes, one plus one is a big mathematical problem, but in Jiang Weiming's eyes, Hodge's conjecture is what she should consider.

However, Jiang Weiming was completely unaware that there was an unbridgeable gap between herself and Sang Sang in terms of intelligence.

Seeing this, Sangsang's heart collapsed.

Jiang Weiming coaxed for a while before coaxing.

At this time, the staff of the research institute came over, and they all looked at Sang Sang and Jiang Weiming with curiosity.

"Boss, what is this?"

"The newly recruited children of our institute will go to find sacrificial supplies and worship the ancestors later."

"She?" The staff looked Sangsang up and down with shocked eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Well, let me introduce to you, her name is Sangsang, and her main job in the future is to connect with the underworld."

"Land, land, place, place?"

Since the disappearance of the Ancestor, no one has been able to summon the Yin Cha, let alone contact the underworld.

But what happened in just one night?

However, at Song Song's urging, the rest of the people hurried to prepare things.

Although the heart is shocked, it is more relaxed.

Now their research institute is not having a good time, the ghosts are getting stronger and stronger, but the inheritance of their heavenly master is getting less and less.

In the first half of the year alone, they lost seven comrades-in-arms, and there have been no newcomers for several years.

Although I don't understand how much Sang Sang is capable of, it is always a good start to have new people come in.

And what else did the boss say just now?

Can you communicate with the prefecture?

Wouldn't it be that all the imprisoned ghosts could be sent to the underworld, and they didn't have to worry about breaking the seal and escaping one day?

Thinking like this, several people became more motivated.

Soon, most of the venue for worshipping the ancestors was completed.

Sang Sang was led in, and at a glance he saw the portrait of Sanqing in the center.

Yuan Shi Tianzun stood in the center, and next to him were Lingbao Tianzun and Taishang Laojun Daode Tianzun.

Sang Sang's little face suddenly became serious, and at this time he also changed into a temporary robe.

The robe was a little big, and Sang Sang had already touched the floor tiles on his body.

However, Sangsang still bowed respectfully.

At this time, the staff on the side took out another portrait.

Sang Sang looked up, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Xie Shiting put his fist on his lips, coughed lightly twice, and his face was a little embarrassed: "This is the ancestor of our non-human research institute, and he is also the founder. ”

Sang Sang was puzzled, pointed to the portrait of scissor hands, and said suspiciously: "This is clearly my master." ”