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.,Mò Huà sighed, a trace of resignation on his youthful face.,Father Mo Shan made a living by hunting demons, spending his days fighting monsters and accumulating scars. His mother worked in a restaurant kitchen, enduring the heat from the stove that constantly affected her lungs, causing persistent coughs and chest pains.。