The ink painting lifted its head, revealing a handsome and delicate face like a work of art. Its eyes were clear and bright, as if holding a pool of crystal-clear water.,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.,And ink painting, is just one of billions of ants.。