A few minutes later, Zhang Yan helped Chen Shufang lie down on the sofa. He then turned to Mu Anxiao, who was still standing uncertainly, and said, "Come here, I'll tell you."
Mu Anxiao swallowed. She walked slowly to the sofa, step by step, and said, "How about you do it? I can help you control the force."
"No, I'll tell you," Zhang Yan said firmly, confident that Mu Anxiao could do it.
"This..." Mu Anxiao was still hesitant, but seeing the distress in Chen Shu's memory, she decided to give it a try.
"Okay, I will," she said, extending her hand and conjuring the celestial book Xu Lanyan had given her.
"What are you doing?"
"This is also a form of learning; I want to record it," Mu Anxiao said, conjuring a brush with her other hand.
"Alright, record it then," Zhang Yan said helplessly.
Mu Anxiao flipped to a blank page and flicked her brush. Ink appeared on its tip.
"That's impressive," Zhang Yan exclaimed.
"Most people up there can do this," Mu Anxiao replied. She glanced at Chen Shu, who was lying down, and said, "Alright, you can begin."
Zhang Yan cleared his throat and said, "First, you need to find..."
Soon, Mu Anxiao had recorded the method in the celestial book. She then recited, "First, locate the residual demonic core left in his mind. Then, cast a spell to control the demonic core, carefully navigating around the messy nerve endings, avoiding contact. Finally, gently coax it out of the person's mouth." After speaking, she looked up at Zhang Yan and said, "I think he can go to your hospital."
"You know about hospitals?" Zhang Yan asked in surprise.
"Yes, he told me about it in the car. He said the doctors in hospitals are very skilled and can perform surgeries like opening skulls... So, I think," Mu Anxiao closed the celestial book, "we shouldn't use magic at all. Let's just send him to the hospital for the doctors to see."
"Are you out of your mind?" Zhang Yan said, placing a hand on his hip. "He opened his celestial eye because of the demonic core. What we need to do now is close that cracked celestial eye. This has nothing to do with doctors."
"Then I'll begin," Mu Anxiao said, extending her finger.
"Just do as I say. Be very careful."
"Okay," Mu Anxiao nodded, pointing her finger at Chen Shu's head. She focused her eyes to see the residue in his brain, took a deep breath, and began to cast the spell.
Zhang Yan watched Mu Anxiao, feeling nervous along with her.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Anxiao paused.
"Is it done?" Zhang Yan asked.
Mu Anxiao pursed her lips slightly and said, "Almost. Please help him sit up."
"Okay," Zhang Yan agreed. He bent down and gently helped Chen Shu sit up. He looked up and asked, "Is it done?"
"I've controlled it," Mu Anxiao said. She extended her finger again, and with a glint in her eye, located the residual demonic core still lodged in his throat. "Found it." As she spoke, she stepped forward and pointed her finger at his throat. She uttered a chant, and as the object moved upwards, she quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.
"Why are you dodging?" Zhang Yan asked, supporting Chen Shu, not understanding.
"It just needs to be spat out," Mu Anxiao said. The next second she finished speaking, Chen Shu coughed twice and spat out a ball of black mist.
Because Zhang Yan was too close to Chen Shu, the mist turned into a puddle of black liquid the moment it touched Zhang Yan's clothes, dripping onto the carpet.
"Ugh," Zhang Yan looked at his clothes with disgust. He bent down, helped Chen Shu lie back down, and said with mock distress, "My carpet! Mu Anxiao, you owe me for this."