Luo Weizhou asked his subordinates to take a good look at Jian Xiao, and he hurriedly walked out.

Jian Xiao guessed that there should be something very important that someone in power like Luo Weizhou had to pick it up in person.

However, Jian Xiao didn't pay much attention to him, her attention was always on the altar.

Yin and yang gossip, Qiankun shock.

Jian Xiao silently calculated the direction in her heart, simulating the outline of the entire altar in her mind, trying to find the flaws in the formation from a bird's-eye perspective.

Looking at it, she suddenly found that the altar of the Luo family was not the same as the four in China.

The altars of the four families of Shen, Ling, Su, and Fu in China correspond to blood sacrifices, soul sacrifices, dirty sacrifices, and meat sacrifices, but no matter what the sacrifice is, it can only be sacrificed after people die.

But the altar of the Luo family is a living sacrifice.

The sacrifice is not any part of the human body, but the life force of the human being.

As long as you put the person in the middle of the altar and activate the formation, while the formation is running, the person's vitality will be drained.

And those who are sacrificed will grow old in a very short time, until they die.

The moment the sacrifice dies, he becomes a "waste".

These "waste corpses" would be thrown out of the altar by the Luo family, and their bones would be buried in various places inside the volcano, allowing them to decay and weathered over time until they disappeared.

After seeing through this, Jian Xiao had an idea in her heart about how to destroy the altar.

She pondered what kind of opportunity she should find to destroy the formation.

But at this moment, Luo Weizhou came back, and he was accompanied by two people wearing black cloaks, judging from his posture, he seemed to be very respectful to those two people.

Jian Xiao's gaze fell on the cloaked man:

These two people were covered tightly by cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly at all, and they could only see from their figures, one tall and the other petite.

She guessed that it should be a man and a woman.

"Master Zhao, please." Luo Weizhou said to the tall cloaked man, "Jian Xiao has been brought, and the sacrifice can start at any time." ”

The tall cloaked man stood in front of Jian Xiao, and soon, he lifted the hood on his head, revealing his true face:

This is a man in his fifties and sixties.

But he is in good spirits, and because he is a cultivator, his body looks much tougher than that of ordinary sixty-year-olds.

"That's right, it's the son of luck." Master Zhao nodded with satisfaction.

Jian Xiao thought of Luo Weizhou's words and the cause and effect of the whole thing, and asked:

"Son of Luck? Is it me? Will you sacrifice with me? ”

"Yes." Master Zhao felt that Jian Xiao was already a turtle in the urn and couldn't escape, so he didn't deny it, "You are the son of luck, the luck of the whole world is in you, sacrifice one of you, but the Baoluo family will be prosperous for a hundred years." ”

As for a hundred years from now, maybe there will be another son of luck.

This is the first time Jian Xiao has heard this kind of statement-

In fact, from the time she wore the book to the present, she thought that she was a cannon fodder, a passerby who would be arrested and bloodlet Ye Xin'er as long as she didn't resist.

But now, some people say that she is the child of luck and the center of the world.

How ridiculous.

And she did laugh, with a somewhat sarcastic smile.

"You don't believe it?" Master Zhao saw what she meant and asked.

"Of course not." Jian Xiao said.

The protagonist of this world, the preference of heaven, and the center of luck, should be her half-pet sister, Ye Xin'er.

But she couldn't say this, after all, the more she said, the more she was exposed.

Master Zhao wanted to explain something, but heard the petite cloaked man speak:

"Alright, let's start the sacrificial ritual. The longer it drags on, the easier it is to get out of the way, and this is our last chance. ”