Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"It turned out to be a dream."

Qi Lan rubbed his temples. It seemed he had been too tired lately, even having such nonsensical dreams.

He stood up, went back to the bathroom in his second-floor room, took off his clothes, and felt his body relax more and more under the hot water. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the water wet his hair, then flow down his forehead, past the red mole at the corner of his eye, and meandered in streaks on his face.

The fox boy's aggrieved voice rang in his ears again, followed by that face that lit up with joy the moment it saw him...

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. Qi Lan, wearing a bathrobe, was covered in water droplets that rolled off her body and were then submerged beneath the robe.

He strode to the bedside, picked up his phone, and made a call.

"Wang Zheng, check if there is any stone tablet on the snow mountain that is pentagonal with a red line engraved on each corner."

Qi Lan carefully recalled the scene in her dream, and added, "It could also be red characters, anyway, it looked like a red line."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Zheng agreed, completely bewildered. Although he didn't know why Third Master suddenly wanted to investigate some snow mountain, he still quickly got to work on it.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Lan threw his phone on the table. He wanted to see what was behind this.

Half an hour later, Wang Zheng called, and Qi Lan's heart suddenly raced.

"found it?"

"Yes, Third Master. The stone tablet you mentioned is on the main peak of the Secana Mountains in Country A."

There really is such a place...

Qi Lan walked towards the dressing room while holding her phone. "Book the earliest flight and contact our people in Country A. I need to find that stone tablet."

"Yes!"

In the snow, Jiang Heng lay on his back, gazing absently at the white cloud in the sky. He had been in this world for five days. In those five days, not a single person had come here. No wonder the original owner's father chose this place to kill him.

During these five days, he finally discovered something was wrong. An array was drawn on a stone tablet within his range of movement, and it was that array that had trapped him in place and was draining his soul power day after day.

But he couldn't move the stone tablet; even touching it would burn him. Every day, he could only pray that an avalanche would wash the stone tablet away, or that a bolt of lightning would strike it down, otherwise he might die before he even saw Qi Lan.

"Host, are we just supposed to wait like this?"

In the consciousness space, 886's voice was clearly choked with sobs. It had searched the entire system store but couldn't find anything usable. Frustrated, it angrily wrote a 5,000-word report, of which 4,500 words were cursing 001 and 500 words were complaining about the store's imperfections.

"Let's wait a little longer. I refuse to believe we won't find a living thing." As long as there's something that can move, he can use it to break the formation.

Jiang Heng had already sat up again and squatted down next to the stone tablet, using her meager ghostly strength to dig in the snow. Soon, the area around the stone tablet was filled with snowmen the size of a palm, and upon closer inspection, each snowman had a middle finger sticking up.

Reassured by Jiang Heng's calm tone, 886 squatted in the consciousness space watching Jiang Heng build a snowman. They all wanted to play too.

When Qi Lan led his men up the snow-capped mountain, the first thing they saw was a figure squatting on the ground with its back to him. It had no fox ears or a fluffy fox tail; it was neither a demon nor... a human.

Because it was shrouded in the shadow of the snow-capped mountain, the other party's semi-transparent figure was even more obvious.

Qi Lan stopped in his tracks.

"Third Master, the stone tablet you're looking for is just ahead."

Qi Lan watched as his subordinates walked past him toward the stone tablet. He frowned deeply. Was he the only one who had seen the ghost?

"Wait, let's rest here for a while."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi and the others, though puzzled, stopped in their tracks. Just as they were about to take out their equipment and set it up, Qi Lan stopped them. He pretended to look into the distance with relaxed eyes, but in reality, he was silently observing the ghost's reaction.

The rustling sound of hiking boots crunching on the snow immediately caught Jiang Heng's attention. He turned around abruptly and saw a group of people resting a few meters away. He stood up abruptly, looking at them with delight.

"Tongtong! We're saved!"

From Jiang Heng's unnoticed perspective, Qi Lan stared at the person who had turned around, his expression freezing. This little devil looked exactly like the fox boy, even down to the joyful expression on his face.

He watched as the ghost took a few steps toward them, then stopped, looking expectantly in their direction, its lips moving slightly as if to say something. But because of the distance, he couldn't hear it clearly.

He took a few steps forward, and as he got closer, a familiar voice reached his ears—the voice from his dream.

"Why are they so far apart?"

Qi Lan felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be that the boy couldn't attack them because they weren't far enough apart?

Just then, Jiang Heng saw Qi Lan emerge from behind the crowd. Seeing the familiar face, his joy intensified.

"It's him! There's no mistake!"

886 also stood up excitedly and clung to the consciousness space, but just to be on the safe side, it still scanned the other party's body data.

"Host! The Crane Pavilion has really entered this world with us!"

Jiang Heng almost burst into tears. His gaze was fixed on Qi Lan, and his voice was full of grievance.

"Why did you come here?"

The same sense of grievance as in my dream.

Qi Lan had probably made the boldest decision of his life. He strode toward the little devil, but his gaze didn't fall on him.

Until he was certain why the other person knew him and entered his dream in that manner, he did not intend to let the other person know that he could see him.

Qi Lan was not attacked until he stood next to the brat, which made him feel a little relieved.

Qi Lan took a few more steps, finally stopping in front of the pile of little snowmen. Looking at the snowmen all giving each other the middle finger, he chuckled softly.

Jiang Heng circled around Qi Lan, but the other party didn't even glance at him.

"Tongtong, he can't see me either?"

"Oh, so how do you two date?"

Everyone was already imagining a tragic love story between a human and a ghost, but then Qi Lan turns out he can't even see his host? How can they even have a romance like this?

Just as Yi Renyi was fretting over his situation, he suddenly heard Qi Lan's laughter. Following his gaze, he saw a row of middle fingers.

Jiang Heng complained beside him, "If it weren't for this lousy formation, would I be trapped here...?"

Jiang Heng squatted down and used her ghostly power to adjust the direction of a snowman. She then looked up to see Qi Lan's reaction and saw him squat down as well, frowning as he poked the snowman that Jiang Heng had touched.

"A shoddy construction project?"

Jiang Heng: "......"

It seems we really can't see him; this is a big problem.

Jiang Heng sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the stone tablet in deep thought, muttering to herself, "How can I get him to help me destroy this stone tablet..."

Qi Lan stood up, looked at the little ghost sitting next to her, and then at the stone tablet in front of her. Could this little ghost leave this place only if she destroyed it?