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.,A moment later, another slender young man with a golden paper fan came. He had a sharp face and wore even more jade pendants than the last one.,And ink painting, is just one of billions of ants.。