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.,"Good! Good! No matter how talented you are, or how hard you train, in the end you will all still be working for the Qian family like oxen and horses!",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.。