Several people took off their gas masks, Zhou Hao took them out of the stove again, and they set fire on the shore and burned them with water. This time the food Zhou Hao took out was a cheeseburger.
There is nothing delicious about this thing, but it is enough to fill your stomach simply, and it is still hot when you take it out.
These burgers were purchased from Tony's favorite burger shop and they tasted very good.
While eating, the fat man complained: "Why do foreigners like this thing? It's salty and sweet."
Shirley Yang is used to eating. He grew up eating this. Hu Bayi has been a soldier and can fill his stomach with food. He won’t dislike anything.
Zhou Hao smiled and said, "Foreigners are too stupid to do some research on dishes. They also call it over-processing to destroy nutrition. In fact, Chinese people eat it like this, and there are no malnourishing after the materials are abundant. You can tell this by looking at Brother Wang."
Hu Bayi smiled and said, "That's right, fat people are overnutrition. Our ancestors started cooking during the Huangdi period, and Europeans were still eating raw meat and drinking blood."
The fat man curled his lips: "Old Hu, let's not talk about the second brother anymore, you are not thin."
Hu Bayi's face froze. He has gained weight recently, but he thinks he is still a handsome guy.
"What do you know? I'm called strong, you're covered in fat!"
The fat man said disdainfully: "Boss Zhou is strong, and he looks slim and takes off his clothes, so he is so strong when he fights monsters."
Zhou Hao smiled and didn't say anything. His figure was indeed very good, but it was not worthy of pride. He had gained weight before he gained a divine body.
Speaking of this, the fat man glanced at the lifeless big bug lying there.
I couldn't help but complain again: "What the hell is this big bug? No matter how hard it is, I don't know who raised it."
Shirley Yang: "The shape of this cave is very similar to the gourd we saw in the temple in front. Judging from the ancient stacked rock formations of this gourd cave, it should be a multicellular benthic insect of the chitin crust from the Triassic era, which may be a zodiac worm, also known as the Huo Immortal."
Well, Zhou Hao doesn’t know what kind of bug this is, it’s unique to the world anyway.
The fat man smiled and said, "Isn't it dead? Isn't it that he was beaten to death by Boss Zhou!"
Shirley Yang: "It's just that it's not easy to die. This insect is very unique and has almost no natural enemies in nature. Its ancestors can be traced back to the Cambrian period hundreds of millions of years ago. As for its demise, it should be related to the changes in the oxygen content in the atmosphere. I don't know how many generations this one has reproduced in the insect shell. Its respiratory system can actually adapt to the current atmospheric oxygen content, which may be related to the atmospheric concentration of the gourd cave, or some special plant or food."
Hu Bayi: "And have you seen that the mask worn by the Immortal Huo family was used for sacrificial sacrifices by King Xian, and the terrifying red mist that Chen Xiazi said was actually spit out by it."
Zhou Hao didn't notice the mask at first, and thought the bug looked like that.
"You guys say, could this be the trick that King Xian did?" The fat man suddenly said
Everyone couldn't answer the fat man's guess, but Zhou Hao knew in his heart that maybe the insects were raised by King Xian, and the King Xian's ability was more than that.
They are now at the gourd entrance of the gourd cave, and they have already seen the sky here, but in the deep canyon, it is difficult for the sun to shine in.
At this time, the sky was a little shiny, attracting Shirley Yang's attention. She casually glanced at the cliff by the water, and her eyes immediately became straight.
She subconsciously stood up and came to the waterside. Zhou Hao noticed just now that the clouds and mists were blocked, but now she saw the towering palace.
"Come and see!" Shirley Yang's voice was a little excited.
Everyone noticed the palace on the mountain. Zhou Hao took out a telescope and handed it to Hu Bayi. The others took turns to take a look.
Fatty: "Do you still remember the tomb map on the coffin lid? Isn't this exactly the same?"
Shirley Yang: "This is the palace of King Xian."
Hu Bayi said in surprise: "King Xian actually built the house to heaven."
Zhou Hao shook his head and said, "It is not necessarily true that we are in the insect valley now. It should be very deep here and we cannot be confused by appearances."
Shirley Yang looked at the barometer in her hand and said, "Yes, this is in the deep valley. This may be a visual deception. You can tell if you really go up and take a look."
Several people packed up their things and set off again. With a goal, they quickly found the road - a small path attached to the edge of the cliff, less than one meter wide. The fat man almost got scared. He was really afraid of heights, but he still gritted his teeth and climbed on it.
About half an hour later, they finally arrived at the top of the mountain. Shirley Yang looked down at the barometer in her hand and exclaimed: "The altitude here is actually lower than that of the famous Colorado Grand Canyon in the United States. Why is it so similar to the bottomless ghost cave in Zagrama Mountain!"
The fat man had weak legs and sweat all over, and steam was emitting from his head. He took care of the fat man along the way. Hu Bayi was so tired that he was unclear. The two of them sat on the ground and gasped.
They were already above the sea of ​​clouds. Zhou Hao felt that this place was a little familiar, like the heaven in the memory of his dreams, with a tumultuous sea of ​​clouds everywhere.
However, the colors here are really too plain. There are all kinds of colors for gods and fairies flying in the clouds and fogs. They vary according to their own preferences and mana colors. Of course, most of them are white.
Just like when we buy cars, most of them are white. In Zhou Hao's dreams, there are basically no black ones, because black gives people the feeling of evil deeds, and the gods in the heavenly court still pay attention to zzzq.
When you reach the top of the mountain, you will find a "heaven road" that is hundreds of meters long. The clouds are right under your feet. If you don't have a heavenly road, what's the matter?
Following the road, the fat man complained: "You are talking about how great a cadre of King Xian is. It's so corrupt that he lives in such a pretentious palace."
Hu Bayi: "This is not for living people. This should be the Ming Tower of the Imperial Mausoleum. It can actually build a place like the tomb! Longshan Mountain is in the clouds, the Insect Valley is deep, the negative pressure is a hundred miles away, and the world is divided into the Feng Shui pattern of the tomb. I really didn't expect that a little prince on the border could actually build his tomb in a secret Feng Shui realm isolated from the world, and his royal aura is so well preserved. It seems that he can't underestimate this King of Xian."
When I came to the square in front of the palace, I looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds below. It was indeed a momentum of a world-breaking day, but it was hard for Zhou Hao to imagine that a small country in southern Xinjiang could have such manpower and material resources to achieve this level.
So this is the world of film and television. How incredible the reality he recognizes is, it will be reasonable here.
Zhou Hao didn't dare to mess around if he didn't understand. In fact, there was nothing unreasonable. He could travel through various film and television planes. What else could it be impossible?
Shirley Yang sneered: "Ten thousand people cut wood, and one person ascended to heaven. This King Xian built such a grand palace on this cliff. How much financial resources does it cost and how many people have killed."
Chapter completed!