"Wood!" The old man was startled and quickly supported him.
Feng Jiu narrowed her eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Untie his clothes."
"Ah? Take off your clothes? Oh, okay."
The old man responded and began to undress Zhuo Junyue. When he reached out to unbutton his pants, Feng Jiu, who was watching from the side, twitched her lips and asked, "Why are you taking off his pants?"
The old man was startled and looked at her in surprise: "Didn't you say to undress him?"
A few black lines crossed her forehead and she glanced at the old man: "No need for pants."
As she spoke, she walked forward, put the child on the bed, and then lifted up Zhuo Junyue's clothes to check. When she saw a faint spot of blood on his chest, she didn't say a word, but the old man next to her gasped.
"This, this is a heart-to-heart spell! Damn it! They actually used such despicable means!" The old man's face was full of anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, making crackling sounds.
"In addition to the memory being tampered with, there is also this concentric spell."
Feng Jiu frowned and said, "It is troublesome that his memory has been tampered with. We can use hypnosis to make him remember the whole story. However, we must either find the person who cast the spell or find Fourth Miss Luo."
"Then you help him get back the tampered memory first, and then we can find a way to solve the matter of the same heart curse." The old man said, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. It is really shameful that such a hidden family would use such a despicable method.
"Hypnosis requires him to wake up." Fengjiu said, taking out a silver needle and piercing the acupuncture points on the top of his head. Not long after, he slowly woke up.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked. He just felt that his blood and energy were backlashing and hurting him, but he didn't know why this backlash happened.
"What's wrong? Tell me, why are you so handsome? It's all because of your face. Now your memory has been tampered with, and someone has put a love curse on you. I think your marriage is inevitable." The old man snorted and said unhappily at the side.
Hearing his words, Zhuo Junyue was startled. He lowered his head and saw a red spot on his chest. This was where he felt the tearing pain just now.
"Can you solve it?" He looked at Fengjiu and asked.
"Don't worry! It can be solved." She said, looking at him and said, "I'll help you break the false memory they set for you first. Now relax and don't think about anything." As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the old man beside her and said, "Old man, you go guard outside. Don't let anyone come in and disturb us before we go out."
"I see." Hun Yuan Zi said, and when he was about to go out, he saw that the child was still sleeping in bed, so he asked, "Do you want to take Hao'er out?"
Fengjiu took a look and saw that the child had fallen asleep in bed, so she said, "No need."
Seeing this, Hun Yuan Zi came outside to guard. Feng Jiu in the room waved her hand to set up a soundproof barrier, took out a pendant from the space, and said to Zhuo Junyue: "Look at my pendant, relax, and don't think about anything."
The hypnosis was going on in the room, and outside, the guards of the mansion were searching without disturbing the guests in front. When they passed by Nanhua Courtyard, they saw that the two people guarding the courtyard had their acupuncture points pressed, so they shouted, "Go and report to the master of the house quickly, and go to the courtyard."