Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Chapter 180 Something's Wrong with This Villain (20)

A thick fog began to rise, and a wind blew from behind him, as if someone was gently pushing his back, urging him to move forward.

Jiang Heng glanced back at the fog, which had become so thick that she could barely see the path beneath her feet.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Jiang Heng scoffed, took out the powerful flashlight that 886 had prepared for him, and gently pushed the switch. With a "snap," a beam of light bright enough to blind anyone pierced through the mist and reached the offering table in the mountain god temple.

The spreading mist paused for a moment, then continued to surround him, but could no longer obscure the light around him.

886, standing arrogantly with his hands on his hips in his consciousness space, said, "Little brat, there's nothing that the 'All-Brand Flashlight' can't illuminate."

The next second, the blinding beam of light flickered and then went out completely.

886 was shocked, "How is this possible!"

Just as it was about to continue searching for usable items, Jiang Heng stopped it, saying, "Let's see what he's planning to do."

The sensation of being gently pushed on the back returned. The small purple flower tucked behind his ear trembled slightly, as if flicked by a fingertip. He took a step forward, until he was about to kick the threshold, when the mist surrounding him suddenly supported his foot.

Jiang Heng's face turned cold. As he felt the force supporting his foot dissipate, he kicked the threshold and stepped into the temple.

With a "creak," came the sound of the wooden plank breaking.

886 seemed to see the mist pause for a few seconds. It crossed its arms and grunted twice; its host was not to be trifled with when it got angry.

A soft laugh suddenly rang out in the darkness, then quickly dissipated into the mist.

On the back hill, Fu Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the tree.

The tree that everyone had touched was withering rapidly, its bark cracking and curling, and its once lush green leaves turning yellow and falling off in the blink of an eye, quickly covering the ground in a layer.

"How is this going!"

Qin Yun rushed up to Fu Cheng, stepping on the fallen leaves, and questioned him sharply. She grabbed his collar and pulled him so hard that his knees almost left the ground.

The feeling of having his neck constricted by a collar was unpleasant. Fu Cheng raised his hand to grab Qin Yun's wrist, but the next second, the perspective shifted, and a sharp pain shot through his back.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already lying on the ground, his arms pinned down by Zhang Sheng. The woman who had thrown him to the ground was squatting beside him, her fingers gripping his hair tightly, her face icy cold. "What are you hiding!"

Seeing Fu Cheng grimacing in pain, Zhang Sheng felt a phantom throbbing in his own scalp. He gestured towards Wang Wei, who was squatting beside him, silently saying, "Your friend is really awesome."

Wang Wei proudly raised her chin, "Xiao Yun is the best."

Fu Cheng gasped for breath, trying to relieve the pain in his head, while chuckling involuntarily, his voice broken and intermittent.

"The Mountain God hasn't descended upon Fulin Village for thirty years. He's the one chosen by the Mountain God! You should be happy for him!"

"So you just had us put our hands on the tree so that some damn mountain god could choose people from among us?"

"You are not allowed to blaspheme the mountain god!" After saying that, he gave a meaningful smile. "The mountain god was already chosen when you stepped into Fulin Village. What you just did was just a formality."

Zhang Sheng knelt down on one knee and pressed down on Fu Cheng's left arm, then used his free hand to punch him. "If you're still so smug, I'll knock your teeth out!"

Fu Cheng licked the inside of his slapped cheek, and his expression was no longer the honest look he had shown before, but gradually revealed a hint of ferocity.

Zhang Sheng threw another punch with his backhand, and Qin Yun pulled his hair even harder as well.

What secrets does Fulin Village still hold? And what's the story behind the villagers down the mountain?

Wang Wei suddenly remembered something and quickly rummaged through Fu Cheng's body. When she touched something made of paper, she pulled it out.

Those are Fu Cheng's window decorations.

Wang Wei took out her own copy and spread it out to compare it point by point with Fu Cheng's. Qin Yun and Zhang Sheng immediately understood what she meant.

Seeing that Wang Wei's expression changed, the two looked at her simultaneously, their faces grim. "How is it?"

"We got tricked. I didn't expect that old geezer to be so good at cooking."

Wang Wei turned the two paper-cut window decorations upside down and held them up in front of Qin Yun and Zhang Sheng. The direction of the antlers on the two pictures was different.

The deer antlers on Wang Wei's paper-cut window decoration point upwards, while those on Fu Cheng's face downwards. It's truly astonishing that seven sheets of red paper, stacked together, could be cut into different patterns.

Even after they discovered this, Fu Cheng remained calm. He grinned and said, "It's not so bad for outsiders to stay in Fulin Village."

"Pah! Who wants to stay in this remote mountain village! It's so poor, there's not even internet!" Zhang Sheng, a young man addicted to the internet, said he absolutely could not stand staying in a place without internet for long.

Wang Wei glanced at him speechlessly. It's just a game; isn't this level of immersion a bit too much?

"Then you can keep it yourself." Qin Yun took the paper-cut window decoration that belonged to Fu Cheng, stuffed it into her pocket, and completely ignored Fu Cheng's shouts.

Zhang Sheng rummaged through his system inventory and pulled out a few items to show Qin Yun and the others.

"That should be enough to deal with him."

Qin Yun and the other person had no objections. The pressure on Fu Cheng loosened, and he was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn over and escape, he was tied up tightly from top to bottom by an uncontrolled rope, leaving only his nose exposed for breathing.

Fu Cheng writhed and struggled on the ground, making incomprehensible "uh-uh" sounds. Zhang Sheng sprayed the sleeping spray in front of his nose several times, the water droplets almost running into his nostrils. The person on the ground could no longer make a sound or move.

Without Zhang Sheng's approval, the rope wouldn't loosen even a little. Unless they used items from the in-game store, no sharp weapon could cut it. The three of them confidently left the person in the bushes and went down the mountain to meet up with Li Hua.

After parting ways with the others, Li Hua bypassed several houses with large open gates and followed the directions in his memory to find Fu Cheng's house.

The small wooden house was locked. Li Hua bent down to examine it closely. The lock was covered in a thick layer of dust, beneath which were patches of rust, and there were no fingerprints on it.

This house has been uninhabited for a long time.

He went to the window and peered through the gap, but did not find another paper effigy that had appeared in Fulin Village.

Are you looking for Fu Cheng?

Suddenly, a hoarse female voice sounded behind him. Li Hua's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't heard any footsteps behind him at all.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He turned his head and saw an old woman with a hunched back and worn clothes standing a few steps away from him with her hands behind her back.

Li Hua shook his head, his tone flawless, "Fu Cheng took my friend to wander around. I just came back from the outhouse, so I'm waiting for them here."

The old woman glanced at the simple little house behind him, then at Li Hua's expression, and pointed to a house a few meters away.

"Go wait at my place. Fu Cheng is really something, he didn't even remember to open the door for you."

Li Hua glanced at the white rooftops of Uncle Fu's house not far away, then at the direction the old woman had pointed earlier. After quickly thinking it over several times, he finally decided to go to her house to find out what was going on.

After all, he's a rough and uncultured guy; surely he wouldn't be the kind of person these villagers would hold a grudge against like Jiang Lan.