Shang Junxiao said in fear, "Abbot, Abbot, what are you..."
"Don’t talk." Jiangli stared at him intently, expressionless, "Look into my eyes."
Shang Junxiao subconsciously looked over.
As soon as his gaze met Jiangli’s, his consciousness became blurry, as if he was about to fall asleep but hadn’t fully succumbed to slumber.
Following that, he felt a tightening in his temple, as if someone had yanked the nerve at the back of his neck, making his entire body tense.
He instinctively grasped Jiangli’s hand tightly.
Seeing this, Wen Zishu slowly turned his eyes toward Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan was sitting there, immovable, seemingly unperturbed.
That is, if you ignored the fact that his gaze had been fixed on Shang Junxiao all along.
Wen Zishu thought to himself that it was fortunate his third brother never showed his feelings.
Otherwise, he would probably have drawn a sword and slashed at Shang Junxiao’s hand by now.
He looked at Old Shang with bit of sympathy.
Old Shang, oh Old Shang, what sins have you committed?
It was so difficult for the third brother to develop any interest, and before he even managed to hold the Abbot’s hand for a moment, you became the first man to hold her hand...
If you’re targeted by the third brother in the future, you can only blame yourself.
Wen Zishu silently sighed in his heart.
Not just Wen Zishu, even Duan Jianchuan was praying silently for Shang Junxiao after seeing this scene.
Shang Junxiao’s consciousness was fuzzy now, as if someone was meddling with something in his brain.
He hadn’t noticed the two sympathetic gazes beside him at all.
Jiangli had already closed her eyes and entered Shang Junxiao’s memory, conducting a memory search.
Memory searching a living person was more difficult than with a wraith.
Since one must consider the living person’s physical condition to avoid causing any further impact.
Normally, one would not dare to use memory search on a living person.
The elder ancestor of Xuanmen, she never worried about such things.
She acted with extreme speed.
After briskly scanning Shang Junxiao’s memories, her brow slightly furrowed.
The next second, she opened her eyes.
Fu Shiyan, having been monitoring Jiangli’s condition all along, asked, "How is it?"
Jiangli retracted her hand, "I saw some things."
As she spoke, she took out a Soul-Calming Talisman and with a snap, affixed it to Shang Junxiao’s forehead.
Shang Junxiao, who had been groggy, gradually came to his senses, feeling only a hangover-like headache with no other effects.
He touched his own head, muttering, "What happened to me..."
"It’s nothing serious, just that the memory search might have agitated your soul for a moment. I’ve used the Soul-Calming Talisman, so you won’t be affected," Jiangli finished, and got to business, "Mr. Shang, you’ve received some gifts before, haven’t you? Was one of them a little bear?"
Shang Junxiao paused in touching his head, his headache causing his face to scrunch up, "A little bear? Yes, there seems to be one, supposedly from a fan. My agent gave it to me to deal with, and I found it quite cute, so I took those gifts home with me..."
Fu Shiyan looked at Jiangli and speculated, "Does the little bear have something to do with Shang Junxiao’s situation?"
Jiangli nodded, "In his memory, there’s a segment where he gazes at the little bear. The eyes of that bear make me feel very uncomfortable. At that moment, a whiff of qi emanated from the bear’s eyes, drifting into his nose."
Shang Junxiao’s eyes widened in shock, "It did?"
But how could he have no recollection of that?
"You wouldn’t naturally notice such a thing," Jiangli said, "You mentioned you’ve had several experiences of sleepwalking, right?"
Shang Junxiao nodded hastily.
Jiangli explained, "That wasn’t you sleepwalking; you were being controlled to retrieve the little bear. Though you don’t remember, the memory search revealed everything."
Shang Junxiao tightly clenched his fists, his fingertips digging into his palms, "You mean someone used the little bear to harm me?"