Seeing his disguise being seen through, Luo Mingtang completely gave up on playing dumb.
He gently placed the child in his arms onto the ground.
In just an instant, the child's tender skin rapidly shriveled, losing all color, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a skeletal corpse.
The refugees who had been accompanying him before were completely terrified by this sight and fled in all directions.
No one paid them any attention.
Soon, only the old man and the young girl Shen Yiyi were left at the tea stall.
Luo Mingtang casually brushed the dust from his clothes, walked slowly to the table, sat down, and poured himself a warm cup of tea.
"Ah, a life full of ups and downs. Having a daughter as outstanding as you is a comfort, even in death."
Luo Mingtang closed his eyes slightly, inhaling the soothing aroma of tea, and a faint trace of loneliness appeared on his face as he sighed softly.
Luo Wanqing sat across from him, her tone indifferent:
