Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"Uncle Fu said they angered the mountain god, what happened?"

Fu Cheng glanced at Jiang Heng's stunning face, then quickly lowered his head, his voice low and hoarse, "Uncle Fu said they arranged a marriage between the mountain god without authorization."

Jiang Heng: "No, do you even know if the mountain god is male or female before you do this?"

Fu Cheng: "...They should know, right?"

"So, you've met the mountain god?"

Jiang Heng found Fu Cheng quite interesting; the mountain god had taken away his relatives and friends, yet he could still show a longing expression.

Fu Cheng snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. "I have met him once."

"Last year's Mountain God Festival? What does the Mountain God look like?" Qin Yun asked eagerly. She wanted to know if what she saw last night was indeed the Mountain God.

“Last year? No, that was 30 years ago. That was the only time the mountain god manifested himself.” The image of the god reappeared in Fu Cheng’s mind, his voice filled with respect and emotion, “Tall, mysterious, and majestic.”

Qin Yun was really annoyed by this ambiguous description. She looked around a few times, then dipped her chopsticks in water and scribbled a few lines on the table before slamming the chopsticks down. "Is this what it looks like?"

With just a few strokes, he depicted the deer antlers and wolf face with remarkable realism. Fu Cheng was astonished, "You even saw the mountain god!"

"Why?! Haven't we been sincere enough all these years? Why won't He even see us?"

Seeing that Fu Cheng was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Heng raised her hand and pressed on his shoulder, "Calm down."

Fu Cheng glanced at the handsome young man who was only a few dozen centimeters away from him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said nothing more.

In the consciousness space, 886 squinted at Fu Cheng, "Host, Fu Cheng's gaze at you is so strange."

It's hard to describe this feeling. To say it's offensive would be too much, but it definitely makes you wonder what this person is up to.

"They probably think I'm good-looking." Just like the villagers yesterday.

Wei Shenglan sat on the other side, taking in the other person's expression. He lowered his eyes slightly, tapped his knuckles lightly on his knee twice, and said slowly, "We can let you see the Mountain God."

Jiang Heng glanced back at Wei Shenglan but didn't speak. This man hadn't interfered much with the game from the beginning, and now he was suddenly speaking up; they wondered if they had missed some crucial clue.

Fu Cheng's attention was immediately drawn to it, and he looked at Wei Shenglan with surprise and doubt, "Really?"

"Let Uncle Fu cut some paper-cut window decorations for us."

"Window decorations? I can cut those too. What kind of designs would you like?"

“No, you won’t.” Wei Shenglan pointed to the almost dried-out pattern on the table. “Just cut it.”

Fu Cheng looked up and stared intently at Wei Shenglan, who did not flinch.

"Okay, I'll go find Uncle Fu."

Meanwhile, Li Hua and his group lagged far behind the villagers as soon as they left the gate, heading towards the back mountain. The mountain path behind the mountain, where there had been no footprints yesterday, finally bore traces.

"They look so normal..." Wang Wei looked at the villagers chatting and joking in front of her, they really couldn't be more normal.

Just as Zhang Sheng was about to reply, the villagers disappeared one by one. The three of them quickly gave chase, but could find no trace of them. The messy footprints on the mountain path gradually disappeared, leaving only their own.

"So there really is another dimension in this area... Perhaps, as Jiang Lan said, finding a medium will allow us to enter the space where the villagers are now."

Li Hua searched the surrounding area again but found no further useful information.

Back in the two-story building, the two exchanged information again. It was then that Li Hua noticed the small purple flower tucked behind Jiang Heng's ear.

Does this person have this hobby?

Feeling Li Hua's gaze lingering on his left ear, Jiang Heng pretended not to notice. He had tried to remove the flower last night, but found he couldn't get it off. It was just clipped behind his ear, but its grip was as strong as if it were glued to his skin.

Jiang Heng figured the flowers sent by the paper effigy probably had another purpose, so she let it go.

Are you sure you want me to cut paper snowflakes?

An aged voice suddenly rang out from the gate. It was Uncle Fu.

Everyone looked towards the door and saw the man who had brought them food following behind Uncle Fu, carrying a stack of red paper and a pair of scissors. Uncle Fu's expression was extremely serious.

"Thank you for your help."

Jiang Heng and Zhang Sheng had just discussed the matter, and the six of them unanimously decided to obtain the paper-cut window decoration, as it might be their only way to enter the other dimension. Uncle Fu's reaction further solidified their decision.

"Since you've already made up your minds, I'll cut it one more time."

Hopefully, they are the destined ones the mountain god spoke of...

Uncle Fu shuffled into the house, sat down nearby, and then held out his hand to Fu Cheng, saying, "Fu Cheng, give it to me."

Fu Cheng still harbored doubts, but now was not the time to question him. He handed the red paper and scissors to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu took the red paper, his fingers flying across the paper with a dexterity Fu Cheng had never seen before. As he moved, he murmured to himself, and the words took shape as they left his mouth.

He handed the unopened paper-cut window decorations to Jiang Heng and the others, saying, "Take one for each person and smear a drop of your own blood on it."

After all six people had taken theirs, Fu Cheng realized he still had one card left.

"Uncle Fu..."

Uncle Fu looked up at him, his tone somewhat wistful, "I know you've never let go. Go now."

After everyone had finished smearing blood on the paper-cut window decorations, Uncle Fu stood up and looked towards the direction of the back mountain. "After dark, stick the paper-cut window decorations on the windows, and you will be able to go over there."

Uncle Fu looked at the group, his tone more stern than ever before, "Remember, once you get there, the first thing you must do is remove the paper-cut window decorations. Before they completely fade, you must come back here and re-paste them on the windows, or you will be trapped there forever."

Wang Wei examined the paper-cut window decoration in her hand with curiosity. "How long will it take for the colors to fade?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be at the latest on the day of the Mountain God Festival." Jiang Heng looked in the direction of the back mountain. It would take some time to get back here from the mountain, so they could only look for clues as soon as possible.

Uncle Fu nodded, glanced at the little flower by Jiang Heng's ear, and then turned and left the small building.

Jiang Heng, who was closer to him, seemed to hear him murmur, "The mountain god will protect you."

As darkness fell, the group went into separate rooms. Perhaps coincidentally, the building had eight rooms in total, which would have been just right if Uncle Fu had joined them.

Just then, another commotion arose outside. This time, Fu Cheng heard it too. These outsiders hadn't lied to him. His hands and feet began to go numb. He slowly moved to the window, peeking out with one eye. His breath caught in his throat—it really was them...

When it became completely quiet outside and the sky darkened completely, Zhang Sheng shouted from the second floor, "Friends, count to ten silently and then start pasting window decorations!"

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...

The commotion resumed; they had entered another village, Fulin.