While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun opened his eyes: "Do you think this town is normal?"

Monica paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"That clown has been eating children here for hundreds of years."

Cao Kun said in a calm tone: "It cycles every 27 years, and dozens or even hundreds of people go missing each time."

Are the police here blind? Or are they all idiots?

Monica opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"It's not that they don't know, it's that they've gotten used to it, or even been assimilated by some force."

Cao Kun looked at Monica: "Under Pennywise's influence, the adults here turn a blind eye to evil."

police?

They not only can't help, they might even be accomplices.

and……"

Cao Kun pointed to Mia on the bed: "Regarding your daughter's condition, the police will only send her to the ICU to be put on a tube, and then you will receive a critical condition notice."

Monica's face paled, and she quickly walked to the bedside.

Mia's face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Her brows were furrowed, as if she were still struggling in that endless nightmare.

"Mia...Mia?"

Monica gently nudged her daughter, but there was no reaction.

She grabbed Mia's hand; it was icy cold.

"Master Cao!"

Monica's voice instantly turned to tears as she turned to Cao Kun: "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"Wasn't that monster dead? Why is she still like this?"

Cao Kun stood up and walked to the bedside.

He reached out his hand and pointed to Mia's forehead.

It felt cold to the touch; when I probed with my spiritual senses, it was completely empty.

"His soul hasn't returned."

Cao Kun withdrew his hand: "Her consciousness was trapped in the death ray for too long. Although her body was saved, her soul is still wandering."

Monica's body went limp, and she almost knelt on the ground: "Then...what do we do? Will she die?"

"Don't rush."

Cao Kun held her shoulders and pressed her down into the chair next to him: "Sit still and don't make a sound."

Monica covered her mouth tightly and nodded vigorously.

Cao Kun stood in front of the bed, his expression solemn.

He took a deep breath, his magical power circulated within him, and the surrounding air vibrated slightly.

Cao Kun stretched out his right hand, and with a slight shake, a talisman and a piece of yellow paper appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his hand, the talisman was placed on Mia's forehead.

The remaining yellow paper had several large characters written on it—"Celestial Master's Decree!"

"When heaven and earth are clear and bright, all things are at peace."

Cao Kun's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the small room.

"Now, by the decree of the Celestial Master, we will guide you."

The sound of the wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.

Monica was surprised to find that the lights in the room had dimmed, but a faint orange-red glow appeared between Cao Kun's fingers.

"Three souls and seven spirits, quickly return to stillness."

"Return! Your body is healthy and your soul is restored."

As the last word fell, the talisman and the Celestial Master's Decree in Cao Kun's hand simultaneously ignited, turning into flames that burned out in the blink of an eye.

The flames did not harm Mia at all; not even a single strand of her hair caught fire.

"wake up!"

"ha--!"

Mia on the bed suddenly gasped for breath, like a drowning person just surfacing.

Her chest heaved violently, and her tightly closed eyes snapped open.

His pupils dilated for a moment, then quickly focused.

"Mother……"

A weak but clear voice rang out.

"Mia!"

Monica could no longer hold back. She threw herself onto the bed, hugged her daughter tightly, and burst into tears.

"Mom's here, it's alright, it's alright..."

Mia looked around blankly, clutching her mother's clothes with her little hands: "Mommy, I had a really long nightmare..."

There was a clown who made me fly…

"Mommy, that clown is so scary, it has so many teeth..."

Mia nestled in Monica's arms, her body still trembling slightly, but her eyes kept glancing at Cao Kun.

"But I saw the light."

Mia pointed her thin little finger at Cao Kun, her voice weak but firm:

"It's the big brother. He has golden light on him, and he chased that bad clown away."

Monica, tears streaming down her face, kept kissing her daughter's forehead: "Yes, it was this big brother who saved you."

Mia struggled to sit up a little from her mother's arms and reached out her hands to Cao Kun.

"Big brother, hug me."

Cao Kun stepped forward.

Mia immediately grabbed his clothes, her small hands clenching tightly until her knuckles turned white.

It felt as if the moment you let go, that terrifying clown would crawl out from under the bed again.

"Don't go," Mia pressed her face against Cao Kun's hand, her voice soft and sweet, "I'm scared."

Cao Kun let her hold on, and gently patted her head with his other hand: "Don't be afraid, it's already dead."

"Gurgle—"

A loud rumbling sound broke the warmth in the room.

Mia blushed and clutched her empty tummy: "Mommy, I'm hungry."

She was in a coma for five days, barely maintaining her vital signs only thanks to the clown's mysterious power.

I woke up now and the feeling of hunger hit me instantly.

Monica then realized what was happening, hurriedly wiped away her tears, and stood up.

"Mom will go buy you something to eat right away. What do you want? A hamburger? Or pizza?"

She grabbed her coat and was about to rush towards the door.

"stop."

Cao Kun's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Monica paused, turning back to look at Cao Kun with a puzzled expression: "Master Cao? Mia, she..."

"Look at the time."

Cao Kun pointed to the clock on the wall: "3:30 a.m.

Even if you leave Derry, or even Los Angeles, you'll never be able to come back.

Monica's face turned pale as she recalled her encounter in that eerie manor. Her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and she dared not move.

She looked at her daughter, who was crying for food on the bed, and said helplessly, "But... there's nothing here."

"Who said there isn't?"

Cao Kun flipped his wrist.

The air rippled slightly.

A bag of black sesame paste appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Monica's eyes widened, once again stunned by this "magic".

Cao Kun ignored her surprise, walked to the table, picked up the electric kettle, and boiled some water.

Boil the water and steep.

A rich aroma of sesame instantly filled the small room.

Cao Kun stirred the sesame paste, added a little sugar, and brought it to the bedside.

"Drink it, liquids are good for your stomach."

Mia's eyes lit up when she smelled the fragrance.

She released one hand from Cao Kun's clothes, took the spoon, and drank it in large gulps.

The warm, pasty substance slid down her throat, and a satisfied expression appeared on the little girl's face.

In no time, the bottom of the bowl was empty.

Mia had a ring of black sesame stains around the corner of her mouth, making her look like she had a small mustache.

"It tastes good."

She handed the bowl to Monica, but then leaned into Cao Kun's arms.

After eating, sleepiness washes over you like a tide.

"Big brother, you feel so warm..."

Mia muttered to herself, then wrapped her arms around Cao Kun's arm again, clinging to him like a koala.

Within seconds, his breathing became even and long.

Monica stood to the side, watching this scene, her eyes reddening again.

The despair and fear of the past few days have transformed into deep gratitude at this moment.

She looked at Cao Kun, her lips moved, but all her unspoken words were ultimately reduced to a silent gaze.