Ji Qianming spread his hands helplessly, with an expression of "I don't want to do this, but I'm just too strong and can't help it." In short, Shangxiehui has existed in China for hundreds of years, and its foundation and power cannot be underestimated. As long as there is a little rectification, it will become an extremely sharp sword, a sword hidden in the darkness and protecting humans."

After hearing Ji Qianming's words, Zhang Nian immediately started thinking. Speaking of which, the reason why he left China was to offend the Shangxie Society. In order not to cause trouble for Zhang Fan, he simply pretended to die and escape. But is he really what he wants now such a peaceful life?

He entered Gouchen Academy with full of passion and was undercover in Shangxie Society for more than ten years. It can be seen that he also had that burning heart in his heart, but for Zhang Fan, he gave up everything and fell into darkness.

But now, a brand new opportunity is in front of him.

His blood was not cold yet and his son was still fighting on the front line. How could he live in a corner and live a peaceful life of self-deception?

Zhang Nian did not hesitate for a long time. In fact, after Ji Qianming finished talking about the situation, he had an answer in his mind.

"I... promised you." Zhang Nian raised his head, looked at Ji Qianming's eyes, and answered solemnly.

Ji Qianming raised his mouth and his palms, and a familiar white crying mask appeared in his hand and handed it to Zhang Nian.

"Welcome back, puppet master."

The queen looked at the ceiling in despair. She had threatened to kill the second and third envoys to take office, but she never expected that the second envoy was the pervert of the puppet master. She would not dare to take action even if she had the courage to use her!

Zhang Nian took over the mask in his hand and felt mixed feelings for a moment.

"Zhang Nian! Where are you going again?!"

The door was suddenly opened, and Lu Fang ran out of the study with red eyes, staring at Zhang Nian's eyes, his face full of grievances.

Zhang Nian was stunned, "I..."

"My son has gone to the front line to fight desperately. Are you going? There are so many people on the earth, do you have to fight those gods? Without you, humans will perish, right?" Before Zhang Nian finished speaking, Lu Fang cried hysterically.

Zhang Nian lowered his head and said nothing.

"Why...my husband and son, all have to bet on life for humans? How many ordinary people will remember what you did?!"

"What if you die... what should I do if I leave me alone?"

Lu Fang seemed to have used all her strength in these few words. She sobbed and shrank into a ball, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

She was worried, she was scared.

Ji Qianming and others watched this scene silently and walked towards the door silently. It would be better for them to leave such family affairs to solve by themselves, and they should not participate in it.

Zhang Nian looked at the crying Lu Fang, sighed softly, squatted and rubbed Lu Fang's hair, and said softly: "Xiaofang, it's okay, we will win. I will bring my son back soon and live a peaceful and happy life together."

"Just think...I'm going to pick up my son, okay?"

Zhang Nian looked at Lu Fang's red eyes gently, his deep eyes were filled with love, and there was a trace of determination.

Lu Fang buried her head for a while, then choked and said, "Then, you guys come back early."

Zhang Nian stood up with a smile, turned around and walked out the door. His arm slowly raised and put the white crying mask on his face.

"Well, wait for us to come back."

Dong--!

The thick door slowly closed, and in the dark aisle, the pale crying mask was slightly raised, as if to let the tears flow back, and the aura of sadness spread in the air.

After standing for a while, Zhang Nian walked forward firmly.

Now, he is no longer the gentle husband, no longer the strict father.

He is the second envoy of the Shangxie Society and the puppet master.

...

In the bright church, Ji Qianming stood in the aisle between the benches, Lin Zimu stood behind him, and the queen sat bored on the bench, fiddling with her nails.

"Why haven't he come yet? Could it be that he went back on his word?" The queen looked suspiciously at the open door behind the church. Behind the door was the corridor of Zhang Nian's house. As long as Zhang Nian kept walking forward, he would definitely return to this church.

If he didn't come, he might never come.

"Wait a little longer, he will come." Ji Qianming looked at the gate and said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet master with a crying mask walked in from behind the door slowly. The moment he entered the church with his feet, the door behind him slowly closed.

Ji Qianming's mouth raised slightly, and the queen sighed with regret. If the puppet master didn't come, she could compete for the position of the second special envoy.

The puppet master's eyes stayed on Lin Zimu for a moment, and then said, "Are all four special envoys here?"

"No, Zi admires his special identity and cannot be a special envoy." Ji Qianming shook his head.

"Who is the third special envoy?" After the puppet master asked this question, the queen also looked at Ji Qianming in confusion, waiting for him to give the answer.

Ji Qianming smiled, held the black stone tightly in his hand, and said lightly: "Let's go to the haunted house in the western suburbs to have a trip."

Haunted house?

The queen and the puppet master were stunned at the same time, and the latter was thinking, "Do you want to find the mysterious haunted house boss? The master of the Ximing Festival has invited him several times before but has not been invited. Are you sure he will agree?"

"How can I know if I don't try it? I think Boss Chen would not treat his former employees badly." Ji Qianming seemed to remember the past, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

With the indoctrination of mental power, the entire church moved again and soon arrived somewhere.

Ji Qianming took up his own mask of laughter and crying, walked towards the rear of the church, pressed his hands on the gate, and pushed them out hard.

A gloomy classroom appeared in front of the three of them.

...

"Um?"

In the control room, Chen Ge, who was repairing his body with the worn toy in his hand, seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and after looking at a certain direction, the doubts in his heart became even stronger.

Just when he stood up, a pale girl with a pair of ponytails and wearing a shabby school uniform appeared beside him, her cold feet did not touch the ground, and she floated quietly in the air.

ghost.

"Huang Qian, what happened?" Chen Ge seemed not surprised by the existence of this girl and asked calmly.

Huang Qian looked at him with her head tilted, without any sound, but a few seconds later, Chen Ge's brows became even tighter and he muttered to himself:

"Someone broke into the haunted house...three people wearing white masks? And a boy dressed like a young and dandy?"

Speaking of the white masked man, Chen Ge instantly thought of the Shangxie Society, but who is that young and dandy?
Chapter completed!