Early in the morning before departure, the priest told Mu that this insect is very similar to ants, those non-flying corpse insects are equivalent to worker ants, usually protecting male ants and queens, and the flying colorful corpse Gu is equivalent to male ants, and the queen ant is the female worm.

"You're talking about matriarchal society. ”

"That's right. ”

"It's like this Miao Village. ”

"You!" said a ripple on the priest's face covered in ice and snow.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be disparaged. Mu Tou realized that she was speechless, and that she should not talk to the ruler about how to rule, and that the priest was sensitive to the subject, as if she cared a lot about what others thought of the Miao system.

"Cuicui said you can help me, how can you help?" Wood changed the subject, otherwise he was afraid of an avalanche.

"You'll know when the time comes. ”

Mu Tou began to suspect that the Miao people in the forbidden land had never entered it, how could they know so clearly? He asked the priest, her eyes flickered, and she never stopped at him, but said that the Miao people were good at cultivating Gu, and it was naturally not strange to know this.

During the questioning, Mu's eyes never left her, and the priest was as petite as Cuicui, which was in line with the characteristics of the Miao people. However, her dress is simple, her face is like frost, she seems fragile, and her words and deeds are all elegant, decent and indifferent, attracting people at the same time, but rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Maybe she's worried about me, right?" Wood thought about it for a second, and the thought quickly dissipated. He still had too many questions, "Why are there monks in the forbidden land of the Miao people?"

"Nobody has been in, no one knows. The priest was not surprised by the discovery of the wood.

Holding a sword in his right hand and a box in his left hand, Mu stepped into the forbidden land of Black Dragon Gorge.

Even though it was daytime, the light in the canyon was dim, and only at noon could the sun shine in. Unlike the gloomy night, the canyon is now very spectacular, with large and small grottoes on both sides of the cliffs, and many old and dilapidated wooden coffins can be seen in the grottoes.

There are many vines hanging on the stone wall, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, comparable to a silk hole, like a spider's nest. Familiar with the road, the wood followed the vines and climbed to the three grottoes on the heights, among which the seated monk who had been found last time was among them. It was much easier to move during the day, and he climbed to the grotto where the monk was. The monk was gone, replaced by a black figure covered in worms, who didn't seem to react much to the uninvited visit, and it seemed that Grandma's mud was still very effective.

On the eastern side of this grotto, the second of the three grottoes, several meters from this side, there is also a grotto at the top of it. It was more difficult to climb over, there were a few vines just growing on the cliff above, the wood grabbed them, took a few steps back, like Tarzan of the apes, shouted "......Ahh Let's make it up on your own.