Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Chapter 183 Something's Wrong with This Villain (23)

On the day of the Mountain God Festival, at the deepest time of night, all the villagers of Fulin Village dressed neatly and lined up in two rows, holding incense sticks high in both hands, and walked towards the back mountain with a bow every three steps, while muttering something.

Jiang Heng and the others stood silently by the window, observing until no one else passed by the door.

Just as I was about to go out and chase after them, several familiar paper figures suddenly appeared in the yard. The leader of the paper figures still had a weed stuck in its head, but it was already withered.

Li Hua and the others thought the paper effigy was sent by the fake mountain god. Just as they were about to take out their props, they saw Jiang Heng walk up to her, bend down and touch the paper effigy that looked the strangest.

"How did you get here? Did the mountain god send you?"

Li Hua and the others: "???"

The paper effigy nodded to Jiang Heng, then pointed towards the back of the mountain, before finally going around behind him and climbing onto his back. Its crudely made paper hands carefully rested on his shoulders, then remained still.

The other paper figures also walked towards Wei Shenglan and the others. The scene was so bizarre that Zhang Sheng couldn't help but take two steps back.

Jiang Heng gently pressed down on the waist of the paper effigy to stop it from sliding down, then turned to look at Zhang Sheng and the others, "These paper effigies are here to help us, just do as they say."

Wang Wei held her breath, suppressing the goosebumps all over her body, and let the paper effigy climb onto her back.

After all the paper figures had found their positions, the six of them hurriedly left the small building and headed towards the back mountain.

Because the villagers had to kneel down every few steps, the group quickly spotted the people at the end of the procession.

As soon as Jiang Heng stopped, the paper effigy on his back gently patted his shoulder, as if afraid of hurting him. It was fortunate that Jiang Heng had paid some attention to the paper effigy, otherwise he would have easily missed it.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Heng turned her head slightly and asked softly.

A soft rustling sound came from behind. The paper effigy raised its arm, pointed to the villagers in front, and gently patted Jiang Heng's shoulder with its other hand.

Jiang Heng tried to understand, "You mean you want me to keep following them? But if we get too close, we'll be spotted."

“Host, the paper effigy nodded, then shook its head.”

From Jiang Heng's perspective, it was difficult to see the paper effigy's movements clearly, but fortunately, 886 provided timely feedback.

Jiang Heng's eyes lit up, and she lifted the paper effigy in her arms, as if coaxing a child, "Is it because you're here that the villagers can't find us?"

"Host! It nodded!"

Qin Yun and the others were overjoyed and quickly continued forward. The distance between them had closed to nearly five steps, and the villagers were indeed not following behind.

Qin Yun and the others were extremely excited and, just like Jiang Heng, they covered the paper figures with their hands, afraid that they would fall.

At the back of the crowd, the paper effigy on Wei Shenglan's back had already slipped to the ground, hidden in the shadows behind him, following closely behind. But everyone's attention was focused on the villagers, and no one noticed this detail.

When passing Fucheng, Jiang Heng felt the group pause for half a second before continuing forward.

"Could this not be the entrance to the mountain god's temple?"

Zhang Sheng glanced back at the tree that Fu Cheng had led them to touch yesterday, but the villagers didn't even give it a second look.

“Take him with you. Didn’t Uncle Fu send him here to find the answers? Let him see for himself.”

Fu Cheng lay stiffly on the ground for most of the day. He tried to save himself when he woke up, but the rope binding him tightened more and more as he struggled, almost suffocating him. After that, he lay there motionless.

When he heard footsteps and low chanting, he knew that the real mountain god sacrifice had begun.

Driven by his inner desire, he tried to break free of his restraints again. Before he could exert any force, a tremendous force suddenly pulled him up from the ground and dragged him forward. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice from the side.

"If you want to see the mountain god's ceremony, then keep quiet."

Fu Cheng shut up.

Before long, the ropes binding his eyes began to loosen, barely revealing his eyes. He stood in the shadows, before him a mountain temple several times more magnificent than he remembered, where villagers were lining up in an orderly fashion, placing incense sticks into the censer in the center of the altar.

A faint scent of incense ash mixed with a fishy smell lingered in the air. Fu Cheng leaned forward and sniffed, trying to get a better look, but just as he was about to step out of the shadows, he was unable to move.

He then realized that the rope wrapped around him had tied him to the window frame of the mountain god's temple, restricting his movement.

Meanwhile, the outsiders, each carrying a paper effigy, were spreading among the villagers, extinguishing the incense sticks in their hands one by one. The crowd quickly panicked; extinguishing incense was a grave taboo!

That paper effigy is...!

Fu Cheng blinked in disbelief. If he could, he would have loved to gently rub them. The dents and tears on those paper figures were exactly the same as the ones he had piled up at home.

Why are they on the backs of strangers?

But no one answered his questions.

Jiang Heng, meanwhile, stood guard by the altar, examining the painting hanging on the wall.

"A body double, but he's actually quite convincing."

He glanced back at the chaotic courtyard, then at the painting, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Even in this state, why aren't you showing yourself?"

Jiang Heng looked around, then picked up an orange from the table, broke it in half, and was about to press it onto the painting. Pale yellow juice slid through her fingers, about to touch the paper.

Suddenly, a cold hand reached out from the painting and stopped the orange that was about to be imprinted on his face.

Jiang Heng suddenly released the orange and took several steps back.

"It's the Mountain God!"

"The Mountain God has appeared!"

The villagers, who were initially panicked, saw a faint light flickering in the temple. When they looked up, they saw a white-robed immortal stepping out of a painting. The villagers immediately knelt down and bowed their heads in worship.

Ji Wu stood in front of the altar, holding half an orange. He looked at the tampered incense ash, then at the completely extinguished incense in the villagers' hands, and finally his gaze settled on Jiang Heng.

"He taught you that?" Ji Wu toyed with the orange in his hand, then pressed it into the incense ash. After doing this, he chuckled, "After all these years, he still hasn't figured it out. God doesn't need such overly kind intentions."

After saying this, he threw the oranges covered in incense ash into the yard. The villagers of Fulin Village stood up in surprise and scrambled to grab them, and some even got into a fight over them.

Meanwhile, Li Hua and the others returned to the temple, standing tensely to one side.

“You see, even if I throw them garbage, they will guard their food like wild dogs.”

"Is this how you protect your followers?"

"A bunch of insatiable scoundrels deserve my protection? It's just a matter of mutual benefit. Only that guy would treat these people like his own children, asking for nothing in return."

At this moment, the paper effigy on Jiang Heng's back jumped to the ground and rushed towards Ji Wu, kicking him in the shin. It was like a tickle, causing no harm to Ji Wu, but instead denting her own foot.