The two of them rolled out for a long distance until they were stopped by a stone, and then stopped. Huzi got up again, didn't even have time to pat off the snow on his body, and dragged Qiqi to run for his life, running straight to the front mountain, until he could see the high flagpole in front of the Yihe Hall in the distance, and then he was willing to stop and take a breath.

"You...... You...... You run that...... So fast, what? Qiqi gasped, white mist coming out of his mouth, like an old-fashioned jet train.

"You dare...... It's so daring, that's ...... That's the god of fire. Huzi also gasped and replied.

"Why do you want to say that the wolf is the god of fire?" I have never heard of this kind of statement.

"They have thunder and lightning in their hands, and they can summon a thunderbolt with a single shout, the kind that can kill a big cow." Huzi was very serious.

"Can a wolf howl bring lightning?"

"Yes. You don't believe it? Let's go, I'll take you somewhere. Seeing Qiqi's puzzled face, Huzi pointed in a direction and walked over there with Qiqi.

It was a mountain cliff, and the faults were neat, and between the cracks of the faults, there were many thick pine trees. The snow was white overhead, and occasionally the wind blew, and the snow fell from the treetops in piles and slid into the necks of the two men.

"Where!" Huzi pointed to the cliff.

"What's there?" Qiqi followed the gaze of the tiger and looked at the cliff, but he couldn't see anything.

"Come closer, and lo and behold, there are pictures underneath that tree." Huzi pointed again.

Qiqi used his eyesight to take a few steps forward, only to find that there were faint patterns engraved on the stone wall that were not covered by snow, like murals.

"This is what the Vulcan God looks like when he comes." Huzi said.

Qiqi continued to look at it, and slowly saw some eyebrows, which turned out to be a scene similar to slash-and-burn farming: on the screen, several people crouched in front of a pile of firewood, and next to it, a wolf-like pointy-eared animal was breathing fire at firewood.

It turned out that their worship of the god of fire originated from an ancient fresco.

"When was this left?"

"I don't know, Daddy said it was a long, long time ago." Huzi shook his head.

"Has the god of fire ever apparilated?" In his previous life, he was educated in atheism, and Qiqi certainly did not believe in the existence of a fire god.

"Of course, you look over there, that area is a charred place, two years ago, there was a man in the cottage who got drunk and said something disrespectful to the god of fire, that night, the god of fire was angry, sent a messenger, spewed fire, thundered, and burned the mountain forest, and the person who said bad things was also burned to death inside, and even the bones were not found." Huzi said with awe.

"Every year on the Shangyuan Festival, we have to make offerings to the god of fire." Huzi said again.

"What's on offer?"

"Cattle. Cows, sheep, pigs. will also let Bi Mo in the village recite the scriptures. I like to have the Yuan Festival the most, it is the most lively day in the cottage. Huzi probably remembered the beautiful scenes of previous years, and actually laughed.

"What happens if you don't make offerings to the god of fire?" Qiqi asked.

"Shhh Huzi immediately stretched out his hand to cover Qiqi's mouth: "In the future, if you say something like this, you can't say it again." The god of fire is the most powerful, and if we don't make offerings, it will bring disaster. After Huzi finished speaking, he turned around and knelt down against the mural, and bowed three times very reverently. When I turned around, I saw Qiqi still standing stupidly on the side, and hurriedly pulled her to kneel down together: "Fire God, Fire God, this is Qiqi, is my good friend, save you and bless her from being caught." Huzi said.

Qiqi looked at Huzi with emotion, in this life, this little fat man is his only friend.