Yang Zheng stood on the cliff, looking up at the large white bird that he had startled into flight.
He secretly wondered, "Could it be that it's also here to pick the exotic fruit?"
The white bird flew incredibly fast, disappearing from the sky in just a few seconds.
He looked at the towering tree standing in the middle of the cliff, its branches a deep crimson, densely covered with strange fruits.
It's obviously just a large bird that's thirty centimeters long. How much exotic fruit could it possibly eat?
Awooooo...
On the edge of the cliff ahead, a small white tiger, no bigger than a kitten, was still baring its teeth and roaring at the black dog below.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng roared at it, "Scream again and I'll hammer you to death!"
Instantly, the ferocious white tiger fell silent.
It glanced at the giant with some fear, then obediently climbed down to lie under the giant tree, not daring to move an inch.
Yang Zheng nodded in satisfaction and then took off the broom and shovel from his back.
His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he gazed at the thick layer of white bones and corpses on the ground.
"Over the centuries, tens of thousands of talented and extraordinary individuals have died here in this small world. They must have left behind a great deal of treasure, right?"
With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath and started working.
Suddenly, Yang Zheng seemed to realize something. "Huh? Why didn't I smell any pungent aroma this time?"
"I've been up here for so long, and I haven't been wearing a gas mask, so why don't I have any signs of poisoning?"
He remembers it very clearly.
Last time I climbed the cliff, I only inhaled a few breaths of the poisonous gas emitted by the giant tree, and I immediately felt dizzy and fell into a hallucination.
However, when I came up today, there was no unusual reaction at all.
"Could it be because I ate the strange fruit?"
If that's the case, it will be much more convenient in the future, and we won't have to worry about getting poisoned from forgetting to wear a mask anymore.
Thinking of this, he was very happy and immediately picked up a shovel and broom to start sweeping up the little human corpses on the ground.
It must be said that there are far too many skeletons on the cliff.
He could only start from the left side of the cliff, first sorting out the clues, and then clearing and searching little by little, so that nothing would be missed.
Yang Zheng first used a shovel to gather all the skeletal remains within a ten-square-meter area, piling them into a mound about half a person's height. Then, he used a broom to sweep away all the remaining bones from the ground and moved them to the side of the mound.
In an instant, a large, clean open space appeared around them.
Next, it will be a test of your attention to detail and sharp eyesight.
He squatted beside a pile of bones that was half a person's height, holding a small brush used for dipping sauce at barbecue stalls, and began his archaeological treasure hunt.
First, use the process of elimination to pick out the small human corpses whose clothes are already torn and weathered, and throw them into the clean area behind you.
When he came across some corpses that were still relatively well-dressed, he immediately took out a magnifying glass and examined them carefully.
He quickly picked out all the bones from the pile of tiny human remains, which were about half the height of a person.
Now, all that remains in front of him is a pile of tattered clothes and miscellaneous items.
If there are really good things, they're probably all in there.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng took a deep breath, picked up the small brush, and began to scrub bit by bit.
He quickly found a miniature spear, about twenty centimeters long, among the messy junk.
"The weapon? It seems quite corroded..."
Yang Zheng took the magnifying glass, observed it carefully for a moment, and then casually discarded it.
This spear, perhaps many, many years ago, was a fine weapon, but now it appears to be rusty and completely unusable.
Continue cleaning.
"Huh, more stuff... a pair of rusty iron rings, three longswords, five short knives, all severely oxidized and corroded, they'd crumble at the slightest touch, just junk..."
In just a few minutes, Yang Zheng found a large number of miniature weapons and protective gear among the pile of junk.
Perhaps due to their age, all of these weapons and equipment are now obsolete and completely useless.
As for the cultivation techniques for the small world that he longed for, he didn't see a single one.
"That's really strange!"
"With so many talented individuals who died on the cliff, it's impossible that none of them had a single secret manual or cultivation technique."
Yang Zheng was somewhat disappointed and sped up the cleanup of the search results.
He cleaned up all the junk and debris on the ground, but found nothing of value.
The weapons and equipment were numerous, but they were all damaged and scrapped.
Yang Zheng was very frustrated upon seeing this result.
After thinking about it carefully, he realized it made sense.
Those fine steel spears, swords, and other top-quality weapons and equipment are exposed on the cliff, enduring hundreds or thousands of years of wind, frost, rain, and snow. No matter how high the quality of these items is, they will slowly corrode away over time.
If these dead little figures really did contain cultivation techniques or secret manuals, they would probably have rotted and broken long ago, washed away by countless rains over the centuries, turning into mud and water, and no one knows where they went.
It is important to know that if ancient books are not effectively protected, they will disappear without a trace within a few decades if exposed to the air.
Looking at the remaining skeletons of the little people, Yang Zheng felt somewhat frustrated and had lost all motivation.
But he was reluctant to give up just like that.
"Let's keep looking, what if we find something good?"
With this in mind, he roused himself and resumed the tedious and tedious archaeological work.
After cleaning up another pile of little human skeletons, apart from the junk, no valuable items were found.
They continued clearing the third pile of bones, but still found nothing.
The fourth pile... is all garbage.
After nearly three hours of fussing, Yang Zheng finally began to clear away the fifth pile of little human remains.
Looking at the pile of bones that was half a person high in front of him, to be honest, he was almost losing patience and had completely given up hope of this treasure hunt.
"If I still can't find anything after clearing away this pile of little human skeletons, I'll just pick some exotic fruits and take them back. It'll save me from wasting my energy and time here..."
He quickly sorted out all the skeletons of various colors.
A pile of messy and broken debris remained on the ground.
"These things are really giving me a headache..."
Yang Zheng sighed, picked up a brush and a magnifying glass, and patiently began cleaning.
Rusty armor, swords, axes... it's all junk.
A black iron sheet, no, it looks like a jade piece... wait, what is this? There seems to be a pattern engraved on it?
Suddenly,
Among the pile of miscellaneous items, Yang Zheng found a black, square, thin slice that resembled iron jade.
Yang Zheng carefully picked out the black slice and laid it flat on the clean ground. Then, he took a look with a magnifying glass and immediately realized that this dark slice was not simple.
With the help of a magnifying glass, he could vaguely see that some human-shaped patterns were engraved on the black sheet. One of the figures seemed to be practicing martial arts, with its hands clasped together in a strange gesture.
Because the thin film was covered in mud and dust, and because of its small size, it was very blurry to see.
You must take it back and clean it thoroughly, and then wait for it to be enlarged to its normal size before you can clearly see all the patterns on it.
"Finally found something that looks like it has some value."
Yang Zheng took out a clean tissue, carefully wrapped the black sheet in it, and then put it into his bag.
After making this discovery, his mood immediately improved.
Continue cleaning up the remaining debris and rubbish on the ground.
Unfortunately, no valuable items were found afterward.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon.
Within this small world, the setting sun had already disappeared beneath the mountain peaks, and in another hour or so, it would probably be dark.
Yang Zheng stood up and looked at the towering tree not far away, thinking to himself, "Although I didn't find anything good today, I can pick some exotic fruits to take home."
With that thought in mind, he put away his archaeological tools and strode toward the giant tree.
Arriving at the foot of the giant tree, gazing at the drooping branches, just as he was about to reach out and pick the strange fruit, he suddenly looked up and inadvertently discovered a bizarre scene.
"Huh? Why is there a little person perched on the tree?"
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