Qiqi saw that in front of the lighthouse, Bi Mo was standing there motionless, holding a string of beads in one hand and still holding his copper bell in the other, his eyes were closed, and his lips kept moving, but Qiqi couldn't hear what he was saying.

Anyway, there's a living person out there. Qiqi's heart relaxed slightly, leaned his head against the door, and slowly sat down.

When she woke up when she heard the sound of knocking on the wall again, the oil lamps in the lobby had been completely extinguished, and the spirit cards were like a compelling mountain, forcing people to breathe. Qiqi didn't even have the courage to peek.

"Knock knock knock ......" The sound of knocking on the wall continued, followed by Huzi's low voice: "Qiqi, Qiqi-"

"Huzi?"

Qiqi got up from the ground.

"Qiqi, let me tell you, my father has taken people down the mountain overnight, don't be afraid, I'll rescue you out."

"But how can you get out of the house here with such a high house and such a small window?" Qiqi asked anxiously.

"Don't be afraid, I'll figure it out."

Qiqi heard the sound of Suo Suo outside, and then through the faint moonlight, he saw the sound of an iron triangular gripper on the window frame.

"Are you going to climb in?" Qiqi clenched his little fists and asked nervously.

"I'll tear the window open and get you out."

Qiqi was like this, his eyes widened, looking at the movement of the iron claws on the window.

Suddenly, Huzi said: "It's not good, there are night patrols." "Then there was no sound outside.

Qiqi couldn't sit still, leaned back on the bed, and waited and waited, but there was no movement.

The door lock rattled, the door was pulled open from the outside, and Bi Mo stood outside the door, still covered in a black robe, with an expressionless face.

Qiqi slowly rolled off the bed, yes, it was rolling. The cold and damp bed made Qiqi sleep extremely uncomfortable, and now, his whole body hurts.

"Please fire goddess on the lamp." The man who peed his pants half-bowed and handed Qiqi a pine fritter with one end burning.

Pine fritters are commonly used in cottages to ignite fire, which is made by splitting pine wood into small wooden strips as thin as chopsticks and then wrapping them with pine oil.

"On the lights?" Qiqi's voice was a little hoarse.

"By the hand of God, all the lamps in this filial piety hall will be lit, which is the blessing of the brothers and ancestors who sleep here." Bi Mo finally spoke, and those eyes, like an eagle staring at its prey, looked at Qiqi deadly.

It turned out that he wanted to light the oil lamp in the lobby for himself? Qiqi secretly took a breath of cool air, the lighthouse that is more than one person high, I am afraid that there are thousands of oil lamps, and I am afraid that I will be tired and bend my waist if I go to such a lamp one by one.

But this is on someone else's roof, how can you not bow your head?

When Bi Mo saw that Qiqi had taken the pine fritters, he retreated, stood beside the pillar, under a piece of yellow cloth, and began to half-close his eyes again, and his mouth was full of words. The other two men were also busy standing under the pillar on the other side, half-bowed, looking solemn.

Qiqi took a breath, walked out of the hut, and slowly came to the lighthouse.

Fortunately, the lighthouse is made of a wooden platform, and Qiqi is dragging his little short legs, ready to point from top to bottom.

The pine fritters burned very quickly, and Qiqi had to speed up the movements in his hands, and a pine fritter could only light about thirty oil lamps.

The man who peed his pants handed one at the right time, then stepped aside and stood with his hands down.

The oil lamps are placed very densely, fortunately, they are seven or seven small, and they can step in the gap between the oil lamps, one after another, and light up one by one.

When Qiqi was so tired that he straightened up to take a breath, he realized that what he lit up was only one-tenth.