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.,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.,The stele had no inscription, yet from the moment I first saw it in the ink painting, I seemed to know its name.。