"Huzi." Qiqi answered.

"Qiqi, are you alright? A-Niang baked cakes for you, you can eat some quickly. As he spoke, Huzi picked up a cloth bag with a pole and dangled it in front of the window.

Qiqi hurriedly climbed onto the table and toe to reach.

"They tortured you?" Huzi asked.

"It's fine. They just don't give food or water. Qiqi replied as he took out the cake from his bag and opened his mouth to nibble on it.

"I was discovered by the night watchmen last night, and I can't move for the past two days. Rest assured, I'll find a way to get you out. Huzi said anxiously, and handed in another water bag.

"Okay." There was food stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Someone is coming, I'll go." After Huzi finished speaking, Qiqi heard Huzi's footsteps and quickly ran away.

Damn brass bells again.

After eating and drinking, Qiqi hid the rest of the food under the table before he got into the quilt with peace of mind. You have to get a good rest, I don't know what new shows are waiting for me tomorrow.

Poor Qiqi only guessed the beginning, but not the end. Indeed, early in the morning, Bi Mo prepared a new program for her. It's not about lighting the lamp, it's about adding oil!

"Please ask the Vulcan Lady to add fuel to the Heroic Spirit." Bi Mo's face was expressionless, Qiqi looked at the deep wrinkles on his face, and had an urge to give him hyaluronic acid.

The little minion was busy handing over a small bucket of tung oil and a wooden spoon respectfully. Obviously, she wanted to fill the thousands of oil lamps with the oil in the barrel.

Yesterday's plan didn't come in handy, Qiqi sighed in his heart.

Qiqi glanced at the altar, the dead mouse was no longer there, and the offerings that had been gnawed by the rats seemed to have been replaced with new ones, neatly placed, as if everything last night was just an illusion.

Bimo stood under the yellow cloth next to the pillar again, and began to babble with his eyes half-closed. The little minion also stepped aside and stood with his hands down.

Qiqi looked at these lampstands and couldn't help but take a breath.

Qiqi didn't want to accept his fate, but he had to obey. Ever since I wore it here, it seems that I have been obedient and patient. She let go of all her pride just to survive.

Adding oil is not as troublesome as lighting a lamp, and it can even be said that it is ten times more troublesome than lighting a lamp. The opening of those lamps is not large, and if you are not careful, the oil will be spilled, and the oil cannot be added too full, too full, and the flame will be extinguished if it does not pass the core line, too little, and not enough to support the core line of the lamp to absorb the oil, well, it is a technical job.

Qiqi tried to make it a little bit more weighty, a bit like the careful way of doing a mix.

Qiqi was very self-conscious, she knew that this Bi Mo would definitely say something like auspicious. She doesn't want to listen to him forced, annoying!

It wasn't until the sun moved from the east to the middle that Qiqi finished adding all the lamp oil, and his small waist couldn't straighten up, and his arms couldn't be lifted.

After adding lamp oil, without Bi Mo's instructions, Qiqi climbed onto the altar by herself, she really needed to sit down. Qiqi was thinking that if the statues in the temple also needed to light their own lamps and add oil, I don't know if they would like to enjoy the human offerings.

After noon, Bi Mo left again, and in the same way, the little minions took turns to accompany him. It is said to be a servant, but in fact it is to monitor and guard! Qiqi understands what kind of god's treatment this is, it is clearly the treatment of human prisoners!

In this way, on the fourth day, after seven or seven o'clock, all the oil lamps had just climbed up to the altar, and someone was heard shouting happily: "The great master is back!" The big boss is back! ”