Zhi Yao met his eyes, and the two competed against each other and refused to give in to each other.

This time, Zhi Yao did not avoid the sight of the high priest, and since she knew what he was thinking, she didn't have to guess.

The High Priest snorted coldly, folded his arms, and waved his hand to make the lit incense candle burn out in an instant.

"The sacrifice is over. The high priest took one last look at Zhi Yao, and disappeared in a flash.

"Ahh

The others reacted the same way, and they were all reluctant to give up on the ritual.

But the end is the end, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the excitement planned to go back to experience the increase in luck.

The people of the City Lord's Mansion began to clean up the aftermath and put away all those things, and the previously lively sacrificial square was soon left with only Zhi Yao and the others.

"Sitong, how can you be sure that your luck has increased?" Zhi Yao saw that there was no one around, and planned to have a good chat with her.

"By feeling!" Sitong looked at Zhi Yao a little strangely, not understanding why she suddenly asked this question.

"By feeling?" Although Zhi Yao guessed it, she still felt a little surprised when she heard it.

She thought they had some problems testing their luck, and the co-authorship was really all about feelings.

"Yes, every time the festival is over, I feel that my luck has become better, and it is much easier to succeed in anything. Sitong nodded, she was really grateful to the High Priest for changing her luck.

Zhi Yao frowned, she felt that this was not a prayer activity at all, but a brainwashing activity.

The monk's luck is inherently unpredictable, and with very few exceptions, most of them are sometimes lucky, sometimes unlucky, and there is no certainty at all.

After participating in the rituals, they feel that their luck has increased, and they will be more confident and motivated to do things.

In the long run, it will be much easier to succeed in doing things, and it will be even more convincing to the monk.

It's actually a psychological tactic, by making people more confident.

Even if someone is unlucky, he thinks he should have been more unlucky.

Zhi Yao secretly scolded treacherous, no wonder these people didn't doubt him.

"Then have you ever thought that it is easier to succeed in doing things, or maybe you work harder?" Zhi Yao asked tentatively.

"How is that possible! It's just that luck has increased, and things have gone a lot smoother. Sitong is convinced of the sacrifice, and all these years of experience are here.

Zhi Yao supports her forehead, this simple stupid child.

Strong luck can definitely make people smooth, but this high priest is plundering luck.

"Actually, I think...... This ritual may not be praying for good luck, but plundering the luck of the monks. Zhi Yao thought about it, but still spoke.

Whether the other party believes it or not, he has done what he should have done with a clear conscience.

"Are you stupid? Are you stimulated?" Sitong opened her mouth wide, looked at Zhi Yao incredulously, and reached out to touch her forehead.

Could it be that Zhiyao didn't feel the blessing of heaven and wanted to comfort herself in this way?

"Well, the rituals really don't work. Sitong patted Zhiyao on the shoulder comfortingly, wanting to make her feel better.

Zhi Yao smiled helplessly, she knew that this girl would not believe it.

"Walked away. Sitong grabbed Zhiyao's arm, afraid that she would be entangled in this problem again, and took her out of the sacrificial square.

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