Chapter 439: Master, you are a foodie

Once, there was a huge opportunity placed in front of me...

Before this classic line was read halfway, Zhang Xingyu had already climbed toward the top of the cliff with his hands and feet.

He climbed very fast and very steadily. The surface of the cliff was carved with tiny runes, several tiny runes connected head to tail to form a larger rune, and several larger runes connected head to tail to form a mysterious pattern. Zhang Xingyu recognized these patterns; they were restrictions, restrictions that could trigger divine abilities.

Perhaps because the time of carving was too long ago, these restrictions were incomplete and had lost their intended effect.

With the help of these ineffective restrictions, Zhang Xingyu, like a gecko, soon arrived near the golden god tree. He stopped about ten meters away from the god tree. He turned on his clairvoyance, scanned the surroundings of the god tree carefully, and then carefully climbed to the side of the god tree.

"Master, you are too timid! With me here, what danger could there be?" Sunday had no self-awareness of being a servant. Zhang Xingyu felt that he was the master of this little guy, and sometimes this guy who popped out of his head was his master.

Touching the golden god tree, Zhang Xingyu seemed to see a pile of gold, golden and shining, bright and dazzling.

His fingers gently rubbed on the branches of the god tree, as if sliding on Tang Yunxi's small waist.

He kept swallowing saliva, and even so, his saliva dripped onto the leaves of the god tree drop by drop.

"Hey, Master, don't be crazy. If you want to eat the fruit, pick it quickly. We have to find food somewhere else later? I'm still hungry!" Seeing Zhang Xingyu's intoxicated appearance, Sunday complained from the side.

Zhang Xingyu came back to his senses and reached out to pick a tiger-shaped fruit. The moment the fruit was picked, a faint fragrance drifted away. This was the fragrance of God Yuan. Once these fruits left the god tree, the God Yuan contained in them would dissipate.

Fruit is a good thing, but it's a pity it's not durable for storage.

Zhang Xingyu searched all his pockets and couldn't find a container for storage.

There was no acid rain or sand and dust in this place, and the surface of the fruit was spotless.

Although there was no green environmental certification, it was obviously natural and healthy food.

Forget it, just eat it.

In order to prevent the loss of God Yuan, Zhang Xingyu opened his mouth to the maximum.

One bite at a time.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xingyu swallowed the last fruit, then smacked his lips with lingering fear: "Not enough, didn't taste the fruit properly."

Sunday looked at Zhang Xingyu in a daze, and it took a long time before he said: "Master, you are a foodie!"

"Crack, crack..."

As the two were talking, a sound of porcelain bottles breaking rang in their ears.

The two lowered their heads and found that one golden leaf after another was falling from the branches, turning into points of golden light and disappearing into the air.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the leaves had fallen. Then, in the surprised eyes of the two, the trunk began to crack, then gradually separated, and slowly dissipated.

Zhang Xingyu and Sunday witnessed the death of the god tree.

Sunday watched with great relish. Zhang Xingyu watched with heartache.

After the god tree died, a half-meter-wide gap appeared on the cliff wall. Zhang Xingyu took a look inside, but it was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything.

"Master, let's go in and take a look!"

Without waiting for Zhang Xingyu to answer, Sunday had already crawled in. Zhang Xingyu was helpless, so he had to follow and crawl in.

It was pitch black ahead. Sunday crawled for less than five meters and stopped. He took out a fruit pit the size of a thumb from under his knee, took a bite, and then threw it on the ground: "What a rotten fruit pit, bitter and hard!"

The fruit pit rolled on the ground and finally fell before Zhang Xingyu's eyes. Zhang Xingyu picked up the fruit pit. The surface of the fruit pit was wet and sticky; that was Sunday's saliva.

Zhang Xingyu raised his hand and was about to throw the fruit pit away. But he thought about it and put the fruit pit into his pocket. Produced by the God Mountain, it might be a divine product. Keep it.

When he crawled inside for another distance, his eyes suddenly lit up. In front was a golden tomb passage. The tomb passage was very long, and every few meters, there was a long-burning lamp carved from stone. Under the dim light, Sunday's shadow was pulled very long in front.

Zhang Xingyu entered the tomb passage, following Sunday forward with fear and trepidation. Sunday was fearless, his steps were exceptionally light. Zhang Xingyu remembered the tomb exploration notes, and couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness in his heart. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a huge stone door appeared in front of them. The stone door was half-open, and inside, rows of soldiers were lined up vaguely.

Sunday jumped into the stone chamber. Zhang Xingyu bit the bullet and walked in. No way, he couldn't leave Sunday alone.

Walking into the stone chamber, in front was a long stone staircase. The stone staircase was four or five meters wide, extending far to a high platform tens of meters high. On both sides of the stone staircase, stone figurines were neatly arranged. They had golden wings on their backs and shiny armor on their bodies, some holding spears, some holding swords, each lifelike.

Zhang Xingyu stopped at the door and didn't walk anymore. It was obvious that this was a grave of a big shot, and it was likely full of crises inside. In front of him, Sunday had already run to the side of the stone figurines. He touched this and touched that, moving back and forth among the stone figurines on both sides.

"Clatter!"

A crisp sound, Sunday was tripped to the ground by something. He pulled a stone figurine next to him and wanted to stand up, but he didn't expect that the stone figurine was pulled to the ground by him.

"Clang!"

Another crisp sound. The armor on the stone figurine was smashed to pieces. Immediately after, Sunday shouted excitedly: "Master, come and see, come and see!"

Zhang Xingyu shook his head and walked toward the row of stone figurines. When he walked close, he was stunned on the spot. Now, he knew why Sunday was so excited.

The stone figurine was smashed. Among the broken stones, a golden skeleton was shining.

Zhang Xingyu lowered his head and looked at the skeleton for a while, then focused his gaze on the broken stones around it. Then, he was stunned again.

This was not broken stone at all, this was petrified human tissue. The texture of meridians and muscles was lifelike. The whole stone figurine was actually a petrified person.

Zhang Xingyu was in a daze, and Sunday's excited shouts rang in his ears again: "Master, look, the bones are moving, the bones are moving!"

Zhang Xingyu looked at the skeleton and found that it was indeed moving. First the hands moved, then the head. Finally, this skeleton actually stood up. It stretched its arms, twisted its waist, and then bent down to pick up the golden spear on the ground.

Zhang Xingyu's heart was in his throat. His eyes were already bulging like light bulbs, and fear occupied his whole body.

A petrified skeleton came alive. What should he do? Next, would it wake up other stone figurines?

"Crack!"

The skeleton dragged the golden spear and took a step forward.

Zhang Xingyu turned to escape. Just then, the skeleton's footsteps stopped. Its head twisted to the left first, then to the right, then it tucked its butt and pulled in its belly, puffed out its chest and raised its head, looking straight ahead, and turned into a sculpture again.

Zhang Xingyu let out a long breath. He was about to pull Sunday away, but Sunday, as if he had discovered a pile of novel toys, pushed these stone figurines down one after another.

Zhang Xingyu's head immediately became as big as a bucket. ===== CHAPTER 440 =====