What if tomorrow Bimo goes crazy again and lets himself light the lamp? It's better to be prepared.

"How long?" The two were at a loss.

"Ah...... One zhang, and then a knife. ”

"Yes." A man hurried out, and after a while, he came in with a long bamboo pole. Very realistically, the thickness of an adult's wrist. Qiqi saw it and couldn't cry or laugh.

"Is there a thin one? Thick fingers? Qiqi thought, such a thick bamboo pole, he can't lift it.

The man ran away again, and after a long time, he ran back again: "If you want to return to the fire god Niangniang, you really can't find a finger thick, only this is the only one, do you think it's okay?" ”

The man brought in a rattan stick, about the same thickness and length, but the problem was, it was soft, soft.

Qiqi wanted to cry and laugh again.

"I want to be hard, long, thin, light, and firm. Got it? Qiqi looked at him and said seriously.

"Oh, oh." The man nodded, and ran out thoughtfully.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set in the afternoon that the man finally came back with something on his shoulder. It's a piece of macaroni!

Macaroni is a good medicine for swelling and pain in traditional Chinese medicine, and A-Niang has used its sprouts to apply wounds to herself, so Qiqi is known. It's just that there are many barbs on the outer layer of this macaroni, which is a kind of tree that even birds don't want to settle on, and it's really hard to be that the minions have scraped the surface of the thorns clean.

He raised his hands flat as if inviting merit, and handed the macaroni to Qiqi: "Fire God Niangniang, this is a small one cut in the back mountain, do you think it still suits your liking?" ”

Qiqi took it, the weight was okay, the thickness was moderate, and it was easy to hold, so he nodded: "It's exactly what I need, God will bless you." ”

The man immediately knelt on one knee, stroked his left chest with his right hand, and thanked him repeatedly.

Qiqi stood on the back of the shrine, and then raised his eyes to look around, it was indeed extremely boring, so obediently, he climbed up to the shrine, sat down, did not move, and thought about life.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the water and rice had not touched his teeth all day, and Qiqi was so hungry that he was about to cry. The attendant minions have been changed twice, and it is obvious that everyone else is in shift, so they have to stand up on this altar. Are they trying to starve themselves?

The lights began to be held outside, and Qiqi saw people walking around with red lanterns with the word "north" written on them. Then, the attendant walked out of the lobby, pulled the door through, and closed it tightly.

"Hey...... Hey......" Qiqi shouted, only then did he realize that the minions were off work.

Qiqi regretted that he didn't let his minions prepare meals for him. However, even if they don't say it, they should know, can't they bring themselves delicious food just like they did when they lived in the small courtyard? Alas...... I don't want bear meat, but it's good to have a bowl of porridge.

Qiqi's gaze unconsciously moved to the offering table, where there was still a supreme delicacy.

Qiqi thought: Why don't you enjoy their offerings? Qiqi listened to the movement outside, it was quiet outside, maybe they all went to eat, they didn't hear human voices, and there was no sound of footsteps, Qiqi looked at the whole chicken, his saliva was so hungry that he bit his fingers, and was about to climb down the platform.

Just as she lifted one leg, she heard a squeaking sound, and it looked like a large gray mouse, poking its head on the steps of the altar.

Qiqi was so hungry that she had no strength, even if she was afraid of the rats, she didn't want to move at this time, about the rats thought that Qiqi was just the same as other objects in the lobby, just a decoration, and after the detective turned it over, he swaggered to the offering table.