"He is not Professor Gou." He Tingyan interrupted Cheng Ruolin's chatter.

"That's right, this man is an international fugitive criminal, nicknamed Old Crow. The real Professor Gou was killed and replaced by him long ago!" Sheng Qingfeng said with a look of grief and indignation.

"What? Is there such a thing?" Cheng Ruolin looked extremely surprised, but she was very lucky in her heart that she had always been cautious and had never shown up in front of Sheng Qingfeng, otherwise her plan would probably have failed.

And now, Lao Ya's 'accidental' death played an indispensable role in her success. Not only did she gain the trust of others, but more importantly, He Tingyan would never know her true identity again!

The reason why Lao Ya was so arrogant was because he had the support of external forces behind him. As long as she could find a way to get the treasure map and present it to them, the other party would no longer care about Lao Ya's death.

Without Lao Ya's control, she was completely innocent. Why would she worry about not being worthy of He Tingyan?

As for the obstacle Wen Xi, Cheng Ruolin had an idea and immediately had a plan.

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a hurried voice.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

After assisting Zhuang Yi with the operation, Xiaohua was still worried, so she went ahead and followed the traces left by Wen Xi and the others on the road.

She grew up on the island and her pace was much faster than others. She saw her grandmother being helped to sit on the ground from a distance and hurriedly ran over.

"What happened? Grandma, why are you injured?" Xiaohua just knelt down and saw the blood-soaked gauze on the old woman's abdomen, and her eyes turned red instantly.

"Why are you panicking? The bleeding has stopped long ago. Look at you now, you don't look like the next clan leader at all!" Luo Min gave her a reproachful look, looking a little contemptuous.

"Grandma, what's the point of being a clan leader? Why are you still bringing this up? Your bleeding has stopped, but your life..."

Xiaohua burst into tears.

Others can't see her, but I can see that grandma's spiritual power is overflowing from her body, which cannot be stopped by gauze.

Once these spiritual powers are completely lost, grandma...

And at this rate, I'm afraid I won't make it through tonight!

"Why are you crying, useless thing? You're making me upset. Get out of here now." Luo Min frowned and waved her hand weakly.

After Xiaohua said this, Wen Xi returned to the old lady and found that her hands were surprisingly cold.

"Grandpa!" She looked up at Sheng Qingfeng.

In fact, Sheng Qingfeng, who was supporting Luo Min, had already noticed that the person in his arms felt a little cold, but he thought it was due to excessive blood loss.

"What's going on? Didn't the bleeding stop? This..." He looked at the crying Xiaohua with an anxious look on his face.

"Okay, Brother Sheng, there's no need to rush. You're just dying soon. If I didn't want to see you for the last time, I would have been tired of living." Luo Min said calmly.

"What do you mean by life or death?" Sheng Qingfeng frowned, "Aren't you from the Luo tribe? How can you die so easily?"

"Honestly, Brother Sheng, I may not be able to see tomorrow's sun, but it's not a pity, because I have seen you. You are my sun."

"Xiao Min, you..."

"Brother Sheng, please listen to me." Luo Min interrupted Sheng Qingfeng, his expression carefree. "I'm going to die, but it has nothing to do with any of you. What happened today simply brought this inevitable end a little earlier... My clan is extraordinary, and I shouldn't have left this world so soon. However, an internal conflict within the clan more than 20 years ago consumed most of my spiritual power. I knew my end was near, so I asked Hua'er to find you."