Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 310: The Ancestor Wants to Restore Memories

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: The Ancestor Wants to Restore Memories

Fu’er’s eyes widened in shock, "What? Six million plus? Ancestor, where did all the treasures you left behind go?"

Jiangli’s face darkened with resentment, "How would I know! It’s all because of you unworthy descendants that even my treasures couldn’t be kept safe. Do you think it was easy for me to save those treasures?"

Thinking about her vanished treasures caused Jiangli acute pain.

Seeing that she was about to blame him again, Fu’er immediately clammed up.

Jiangli sat there, huffing with anger, swiftly fanning herself, though her eyes grew darker.

However, agreeing to go to S City with Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe wasn’t just for the sake of making money.

It was also to retrieve some memories.

The fortune cat that Zhang Meijuan gave her had her own aura on it.

It was a modern product, on which her aura should not exist.

There were only two possibilities for this situation.

Either the place where it was made had something to do with Jiangli,

or the person who made it had some kind of connection with Jiangli.

No matter what, she had to investigate.

To get to the bottom of it.

Perhaps, she could complete the fragments of her memory.

...

Xia Xin sent Cui Wenzhe and Yao Xuanhang to the Zen rooms, and upon returning, he saw Jiangli sitting there quietly by herself, eyes closed. If it weren’t for the fan in her hand that she waved languidly, he might have thought the ancestor had fallen asleep.

But for certain, the ancestor was not asleep right now.

Yet, the side hall was eerily quiet.

Xia Xin knew that Fu’er must also be in the side hall.

But he wasn’t pestering the ancestor with conversation.

Wasn’t this man always vying for the ancestor’s favor?

Xia Xin looked around suspiciously, not seeing Fu’er, but it seemed as if just by doing so, he could scare Fu’er somehow.

Taking advantage of Fu’er’s absence, Xia Xin ran to sit beside Jiangli, making small talk and feigning a sigh, "I never imagined that there are so many Peach Blossom Evils in the world these days, seems like it’s always troubles stirred up by love."

"Very normal, since ancient times the word ’love’ has been the greatest obstacle, few have surmounted it, causing endless turmoil throughout history because of this single word," Jiangli said indifferently without opening her eyes.

Her tone suggested this was commonplace.

"Seems like it. Amongst life’s eight sufferings, aside from birth, aging, sickness, and death, the rest seem related to affections," Xia Xin stroked his chin, lost in thought.

It really did appear that, all along, quite a few people were trapped by love, but there were also many who knowingly jumped into its bitter depths.

Emotions are indeed a strange thing.

Glancing at Xia Xin as he sighed, Jiangli found it amusing and lightly hit his head with her fan, "Go prepare lunch. After we eat, there’s still work to be done this afternoon."

Xia Xin covered his head, "Oh, I’m on it..."

And he got up to begrudgingly start cooking.

Jiangli sat there, rocking the fan, enjoying the tranquility of being alone.

The sunlight was just perfect.

Shang Junxiao and Duan Jianchuan happened to be on the balcony.

Looking down at the greenery of the quarter below, Shang Junxiao felt a shiver of fear and glanced back into the house

Not far from the balcony, there was a display case, and inside it was a Xiaoxiong, facing the direction of the living room.

But on Xiaoxiong’s eyes, there was a Talisman.

It was the Talisman Jiangli had given.

Even though he couldn’t see Xiaoxiong’s eyes and didn’t know exactly what was inside the Xiaoxiong, Shang Junxiao was still a bit frightened at the sight of it.

Duan Jianchuan was nearby doing squats.

Shang Junxiao, unable to suppress his nervousness, asked, "Fourth Brother, do you think that Xiaoxiong can’t see me now?"

Duan Jianchuan didn’t even glance at him, "You slept very well last night."

Shang Junxiao was stunned, "... What?"

What did that have to do with Xiaoxiong?

Duan Jianchuan stood up, took a breath, and said, "If there really was something to worry about, could you have slept that well last night? You didn’t sleepwalk yesterday evening."