Ask for Immortality

The ten-year-old Mo, like a little adult, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it," then took out several talismans from the storage bag behind him. He handed them to the chubby kid along with white paper and red ink.,“That’s good!” Mok Hua said, opening his eyes and lying.,The ink painting depicted a youthful face with a hint of bitterness.。