Chapter 437: Hungry, so hungry

In the distance, the green hills were like dark eyebrows, and nearby was a sea of flowers on the grassland.

Zhang Xingyu stepped off the God Bridge and stood on a giant rock carved with patterns. The patterns carved on this rock were very similar to the patterns on the ball of light that Tang Bushan spat out. Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment and knew that this was also a star map.

Based on the poor man's philosophy of 'since I've been here, I won't let it go', Zhang Xingyu stared at this star map for a long time, and only then firmly remembered the patterns carved on the star map in his heart.

When he looked up, he found that Sunday and Tang Bushan had already left the giant rock. Sunday was like an antelope running on the grassland, sometimes moving like a flying bird, sometimes jumping, leaving a string of happy laughter on the grassland. Tang Bushan walked very slowly, as slow as a snail; he gently touched the wild flowers beside him, as if he were stroking a lover's cheek; the wild flowers swayed gently with his fingers, like elves dancing with the wind. If someone were standing beside him at this moment, they would find strings of crystal-clear points of light sliding down the corners of his eyes, then turning into even smaller points of light and dissipating in the air.

Tang Bushan cried, cried happily. His true spirit slowly dissipated on the grassland. Not long after, he finally died completely, dying in the hometown he dreamed of.

After Tang Bushan died, Zhang Xingyu and Sunday walked on this green grassland for three more days. In these three days, they saw herds of wild cattle running on the grassland, saw mighty lion prides basking in the sun on the grassland, and saw ferocious wolves wandering on the grassland.

They were lucky enough to avoid the attacks of wild beasts and arrived at the foot of a lush mountain ridge.

At the foot of the mountain was a thatched cottage built of dead branches and mud. In front of the cottage, there were bonfires burning, and around the bonfires sat women and children wrapped in animal skins. They were roasting some plant tubers, which looked like cassava. Seeing the arrival of Zhang Xingyu and Sunday, they were curious at first, and then shouted and ran back to the thatched cottage. After a while, they rushed out of the thatched cottage one after another, holding wooden sticks and surrounding the two.

Looking at the baring-teeth women and children around, Zhang Xingyu was very speechless. He was here to ask for directions, not to rob. But why, before he and Sunday could speak, these women and children were afraid and hateful of them as if they had seen lions and tigers.

Zhang Xingyu tried to explain, tried to express kindness to them. However, everything was in vain. Those women and children couldn't understand what he was saying at all. While surrounding Zhang Xingyu and Sunday, they kept shouting and waving the wooden sticks in their hands.

Although they didn't attack, the situation didn't look very good either. Zhang Xingyu was very anxious, so anxious that his temples were jumping. Language barrier kills people. If he died at the hands of a group of savages, he would be the most miserable cultivator. Right, he was a cultivator, he had a flying sword.

"Fire Dragon, come out!" Zhang Xingyu roared.

The women and children surrounding him were frightened by his shout and retreated a few steps in unison.

The always obedient Fire Dragon didn't make a sound. The flying sword was playing dead, hateful!

"Green Dragon, come out!" Zhang Xingyu shouted again.

Green Dragon didn't move. After that, Yellow Dragon also went on strike.

Zhang Xingyu was speechless. He turned his head to look at Sunday beside him and found that this little guy was sitting by the bonfire, eating the roasted cassava one bite at a time as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu looking at him, Sunday smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth stained with cassava residue. Speaking of which, although Sunday was pitch black all over, this mouthful of teeth was truly neat and white, in sharp contrast to the black skin.

Sunday handed Zhang Xingyu a piece of charred cassava. Zhang Xingyu didn't take it; he was in no mood to eat cassava right now. Besides, roasted cassava looked like a very unpalatable thing, and he didn't know how this little guy could eat it with such relish. If it were his picky little apprentice, she would have thrown these things aside long ago.

Seeing that Zhang Xingyu didn't take it, Sunday took it back. He peeled the charred cassava skin in three or two strokes and swallowed the cassava into his belly in large mouthfuls.

Zhang Xingyu was speechless. Sunday was really a heartless guy. He was about to open his mouth to explain a few more words to the old, weak, women, and children around him, when he saw Sunday pat his round belly and stand up.

"Pfft!"

A loud fart shook the earth.

In an instant, the old, weak, women, and children around fell to the ground. Zhang Xingyu also fell; he was smoked down. What kind of fart did this guy Sunday fart? Even the fart of a weasel probably wouldn't be as smelly as his.

When Zhang Xingyu woke up, the sunset had already set. The bonfire looked exceptionally bright against the darkness. A group of old, weak, women, and children were surrounding the bonfire, kowtowing to Sunday non-stop, and from time to time, sounds of prayer came from their mouths.

Sunday stood by the bonfire, one hand on his hip, one hand pointing to the sky: "No, no, I'm not full yet. I want to eat."

Zhang Xingyu shook his head. He couldn't understand why Sunday was so able to eat. It was estimated that his belly was not much smaller than that girl Achou's.

Beside him, the charred cassava skins were piled up like a small mountain. This foodie Sunday had actually eaten all the cassava in this tribe.

Zhang Xingyu stopped paying attention to Sunday and those old, weak, women, and children. He stood up and took a look around the village. He shook his head while walking in circles. After one circle, his neck was already sore. This was a tribe that was poor to the extreme. In every thatched cottage, except for a pile of messy grass and a few animal skins, there was nothing valuable. No beds, no tables and chairs, no pots, no knives and forks, no chickens and ducks, no cattle and sheep, not even a cat or dog.

Zhang Xingyu estimated that the level of civilization here should not exceed the Stone Age. He was very curious about how these women and children, who were like primitive people, survived in this harsh environment.

He quietly returned to the bonfire. The bonfire was burning vigorously, and a few women added some dry wooden sticks to the bonfire. Fire brought warmth and safety to people. Especially in this Stone Age where wild beasts were rampant and jackals and wolves were haunting, fire was safety and hope.

In the morning, he woke up from his deep sleep. Sunday was still shouting that he was hungry, and a few women and children were still kowtowing. Zhang Xingyu was very strange; they had been performing for a whole night, how could they still have the strength to talk nonsense there.

The morning air was exceptionally fresh. Zhang Xingyu estimated that the negative oxygen ions here definitely exceeded any place on Earth in later generations. He took a few deep breaths and felt his stomach empty. Very hungry, very hungry, the feeling of being very hungry. For many years, since he could cultivate, he had never felt so hungry.

"I'm very hungry," he said to Sunday.

Sunday rolled his eyes at him, then pointed to those women and children, and then pointed to his own belly. That meant, there was no food, and he was also very hungry.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

His belly didn't live up to expectations and called out. Immediately after, the bellies of those women and children also made frog-like sounds one after another.

Zhang Xingyu looked at these women and children, then patted the dust on his butt and said to Sunday: "Let's go, Master will take you to get something to eat." ===== CHAPTER 438 =====