How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Yuan Haokun said, "Fuck, what are they doing down there? Are they roasting the boss and the others?"

Lin Shishuang coughed and replied: "Don't talk nonsense, the boss is not that easy to roast."

Jiang Luo and Xiao Shuai also rolled their eyes at the people above, hoping that the two would not be irritated by the smell.

As a result, just as the two men finished worrying about the above, they were put on the fire and attacked by the fireworks head-on, and one of them was covered in the smell of pine smoke.

Jiang Luo coughed, then recited a breath-holding technique and slowly closed his eyes.

Xiao Shuai was fine. He had the talisman given by Jiang Luo in his hand. As long as he held the talisman tightly, a steady stream of fresh air would enter his mouth and nose.

It was like a pure oxygen bar, with the fresh air emanating from thousand-year-old trees.

Jiang Luo thought that even though Qing Er only had one life left, he still had this benefit, so his death was not in vain.

Fortunately, they only roasted the two men on the fire for a while before putting them down and carrying them to the altar on the other side. On the altar was the Bagua pattern that Jiang Luo had seen last time.

The worshippers danced more and more vigorously, as if they had rehearsed it countless times, and their dance was so seamless that it seemed as if they were copied and pasted from the same person.

Jiang Luo sighed, these people simply killed those boy bands in seconds!

If they can debut, wouldn't that be better than performing magic tricks here?

All you see are ugly guys. They may not be able to sell their looks, nor can they please rich women.

At this time, the priest on the stage raised his scepter, causing everyone's dance to stop abruptly, and the fire went out.

The emissary said with a kind face, "We have a happy event today. We have obtained two holy sacrifices at once. This is cause for celebration. Let us welcome them to join us."

There were bursts of applause and cheers from the audience.

The envoy added, "Today we are only holding a small ceremony. When the envoy of God arrives tomorrow and bestows blessings upon you, we can officially begin the year-end grand sacrifice. The grand sacrifice will last for seven days and seven nights, and we will burn the bonfire for seven days and seven nights. I believe that these two pieces of excellent wood can bring even more brilliant glory to the Lord God!"

There were waves of applause and cheers from the audience, making it feel like a pyramid scheme scene.

Jiang Luo stood on the altar and whispered to Xiao Shuai: "It seems that we are not being punished today. Am I right?"

Xiao Shuai was still confused, and replied: "I think I understood it correctly. He said that a divine messenger would come tomorrow, and he would use us to start a war after he arrives."

Jiang Luo thought to himself that this was right. The messenger of God came from the so-called Realm of God, which was where he guessed the main god Zhuo Erqun was hiding.

While he was in a daze, Xiao Shuai bumped his shoulder against Jiang Luo and said, "Look, that's a very outstanding senior from our previous class who graduated with a full scholarship."

Jiang Luo looked up and knew at a glance that this person must be a clone.

In fact, he was very curious about how these people could copy exactly the same person?

Through Chu Jianglan's case, they have learned that this is not cloning, nor is it plastic surgery, nor is it a human skin mask. Jiang Shi really can't guess what method they used.

Moreover, none of these families have discovered the problem over the years. Have they never had a physical examination? Even if they did, no clues were found in the blood type and other areas?

At this moment, Jiang Luo suddenly thought of himself. His genes seemed to be a mystery as well.

No matter who he tests with, it can show that they are parents. So will these people have the same problem as him?

Jiang Luo was shocked. Could he be a clone?

Then he denied the idea. If a person is cloned, who is the one being copied?

Who would be willing to be a clone of Jiang Luo, the son of a little-known small entrepreneur whose family assets were less than 10 billion at their peak? Such a net worth is not worthy of the Lord God's Church's intention to deal with him.

Xiao Shuai was shocked. He saw three people he knew in a row, all of whom were clones. Xiao Shuai said, "They really worked hard. All of these heirs have been replaced. Are they all dead?"

Jiang Luo looked at two of them and said, "These two haven't been done yet, they are just being planned. The first one has been replaced, and the person is... gone."

Xiao Shuai's heart sank. He thought that he had always known that Chu Jianglan was almost replaced, but he never felt it in his heart. Now that he saw so many people who had been replaced and learned that they were dead, Xiao Shuai began to feel scared.

He whispered, "These people...are so pitiful."

Jiang Luo also said in a deep voice: "Their parents are even more pitiful. Not only do they have to face their son who is becoming less and less like the person he used to be, but they will also have to experience the experience of seeing their son die before them."

Xiao Shuai's voice also carried a hint of desolation: "That senior brother is also the only son in his family. The other two have brothers and sisters. I wonder what that senior brother's parents would think when they find out."

There was singing and dancing below the altar, and the sacrificial ceremony was in full swing. They jumped and danced for more than two hours, and Jiang Luo and Xiao Shuai also saw more clones.

They even stood in a row separately. There were more than a dozen clones participating in the event this time.

The leader was actually "Chu Jianglan". Maybe he was the number one contributor this time, so those clones had to stand back.

Chu Jianglan's clone once again revealed his signature, smug expression, looking like a villain who had succeeded.

Xiao Shuai asked: "Can we just wait now? I wish I could use magic to kill all these people!"

Jiang Luo snorted softly and said, "Don't worry, they will naturally have their own death date."

Xiao Shuai asked: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Luo kept it a secret: "Just wait! You will know when the time comes."

The two men watched the shaman dance below the stage for more than two hours, but no sacrifice was performed on them. After the dance, they were directly sent back to the place where they were detained.

If it weren't for the huge iron gate behind the detention center, they would have felt like they were staying in a five-star hotel.

In addition to the fact that the hotel has no doors or windows, it has a very strong ventilation system. They did not feel damp and stuffy in the cave, but instead had a very comfortable feeling.

After being locked up, the clone Chu Jianglan was still watching them from outside, teasing them: "How is it? Is this kind of imprisonment play more exciting?"

Jiang Luo sat on the bed and said, "It's not enough, is there anything more exciting?"

The clone replied: "Yes~ there is only more excitement, not the most exciting. You will know tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will let you have a taste of what it means to be worse than death. Hahahahahaha..."

Xiao Shuai suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Chu, today is your parents' twentieth anniversary. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you not to be at home? You just play with us like this without telling your parents?"

The clone frowned slightly, thinking about what Xiao Shuai said, and immediately said hesitantly: "I was just planning to go back! Besides, do I need you to take care of my business?"

Having said that, he turned around and never looked at them again.

Jiang Luo asked, "Are you trying to scare him?"

Xiao Shuai chuckled: "That's not the case. Today is not the 20th anniversary of his parents' death, but the anniversary of his grandfather's death. If it were in the past, Xiao Lan would take a bunch of white chrysanthemums back and offer a bunch of chrysanthemums to the altar of his grandparents at home. Today..."

He shouted at the replica figure, "Don't forget, your mother's favorite is red roses. You used to give her a bouquet every year on this day."

He was certain that the clone might know his parents' birthdays, as well as some key dates, such as his love anniversary and the death anniversary of the previous generation, especially the death anniversary of his grandfather who had passed away twenty years ago.

Jiang Luo laughed out loud and said, "You are really something."

He deliberately wanted the clone to make a fool of himself. If he was smart enough, he would have called his parents first to ask tentatively. But Xiao Shuai was sure that with the clone's IQ, he would not even ask.

As Xiao Shuai expected, as soon as he left Tianji Cave, he received a call from Chu's father, who asked in a deep voice, "Where are you? Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

The clone panicked and made an excuse, saying, "Dad, I didn't. How could I have forgotten? I'm...out buying flowers now. Don't worry, I'll be home soon."