Jin Gengzhu, who was walking in front, heard Li Changqing's inquiry, turned around and said with a smile: "There are countless demons in these 100,000 mountains and forests. Our Miaodu is in a relatively good situation for the time being. The slightly remote tribes are often attacked by demons."

"This high wall is used to defend those demons."

The soldiers near Miaodu are very cautious and even set up many traps in the mountains and forests near Miaodu.

In the entire mountain forest, there are no other humans except the San Miao people.

These are naturally prepared to deal with those demons.

The group entered Miaodu. The people in Miaodu were all wearing their own costumes, and the people on the street would look at them with curious eyes.

In their eyes, Li Changqing and others were in strange costumes.

The entire Three Miao people are isolated from the world and rarely contact the outside world. After all, even organizations like the Weird Investigation Bureau do not have the specific location of their Miaodu.

There is a group of outsiders at this time, which is definitely a first-class new thing.

Jin Gengzhu was chatting with Jinghui on the road.

Soon, they saw a huge palace.

There is a huge square in front of this palace, which seems to be used for sacrifices.

The palace was built with the characteristics of the San Miao people's own tribe. Under the leadership of Jin Gengzhu, the group quickly walked into the palace.

There are five wooden pillars supporting the house in the main hall, and the pillars are carved with the words of the San Miao people themselves and some pictures.

Li Changqing glanced at it and found that the pictures on the five pillars seemed to be drawing some story.

"What are these?" Li Changqing asked curiously.

Jinghui next to him whispered: "The picture here records the deeds of the San Miao people thousands of years ago. This first painting is said to record that the San Miao people discovered two aliens three thousand years ago..."

A foreigner?

alien?

Li Changqing was stunned for a moment and looked at the second painting.

The second painting transforms a large tripod.

"This second painting is said to be a sacrificial cauldron of the San Miao people. It is very large, but suddenly one day, it flew away and disappeared."

"This third painting tells the passing of the witch god believed in by the San Miao people, and put the witch god in the position,

“…”

Jinghui was telling many of the situations of these pictures. Obviously, after he came, he had carefully studied many deeds about these three Miao people.

They waited in the hall for a while, and soon, on the side of the ceremony, an old man who looked about seventy years old walked out with the help of a guard.

"Clan leader." Jinghui clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual.

Seeing Jinghui bowing, the elderly patriarch nodded.

The patriarch was wearing a blue national costume, but there were many golden patterns embroidered on the clothes.

"This is the current patriarch of the San Miao tribe, Changlin." Jinghui then pointed at Li Changqing and others beside him and said, "Dear Changlin tribe leader, they are all my friends. This time I came from afar to treat his disease."

As he said that, Jinghui pointed at Yuanyang on the stretcher.

"Let me take a look first." Changlin nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Yuanyang, and then, with the help of Jin Gengzhu, he slowly walked to Yuanyang.

Changlin slowly placed his hand on Yuanyang's forehead.

A force that Li Changqing had never seen before entered Yuanyang's body from Changlin's hand.

This scene surprised Li Changqing a little. You know, although Yuanyang was in a daze, if someone else's magic power wanted to enter his body at this time.

The magic power in his body will be repelled.

After all, Jinghui, who was here for a while, also had a certain understanding of the entire San Miao tribe. He explained from the side: "Their power is very gentle. It is used for treatment and is rarely rejected by other powers."

Li Changqing listened and nodded slightly.

Everyone stopped talking at this time and quietly looked at the old patriarch Changlin.

After a long time, the old patriarch Changlin slowly moved his hand away from Yuanyang's forehead.

"How is it, patriarch." Li Changqing asked.

The old patriarch Changlin calmly faced, shook his head slowly, and said, "He is not just as simple as an ordinary physical injury. His physical injuries have been completely healed, but his consciousness is unwilling to wake him up."

"Don't want to wake yourself up?"

Li Changqing was stunned for a moment. How could this happen?

Could it be that the war at that time broke Yuanyang's head?

This is already a mental illness.

"Old patriarch, can this be cured?" Li Changqing asked.

The old patriarch Changlin frowned slightly and said, "I can prepare some things to communicate with his consciousness through witchcraft, but it takes a certain amount of time to persuade him to wake up, but whether he is willing to wake up in the end depends on his own wishes."

Li Changqing nodded and said, "Please trouble the old patriarch."

"If the old patriarch has anything to do if we need help, we..."

"Speaking of this, I do have some things here, and I need your help." Changlin said slowly at this time.

This old man is really not polite...

But now he is asking for help, he said respectfully: "But it's okay."

The old patriarch Changlin said: "There is a tomb behind our seedlings, and the sword energy often emits from it. I want to ask you to help you solve this problem."

“This is easy to say…”

Li Changqing looked at Bai Man and others beside him. Can such a large group of experts still solve the problem of a grave?

Changlin slowly stood up at this time and said to Jin Gengzhu beside him: "Put them down first. To communicate with his consciousness, you need to prepare some things, which may take about three days."

After saying that, Changlin turned around and left.

Changlin quickly walked into his residence and quickly took out an ancient book from the bookcase, which recorded a lot of content.

Soon, he turned a passage from this book.

This is an ancient book passed down by our ancestors.

It was a prophecy of the Witch God three thousand years ago that if someone came with someone who was sleeping, the San Miao people would encounter a disaster.

If the person who comes can obtain the inheritance of the sword tomb behind Miaodu, he will be the one who breaks the catastrophe.

If it cannot be obtained, the San Miao people must migrate deeper into the 100,000 mountains and forests in order to survive the great disaster.

This is also the reason why Changlin agreed to Li Changqing to help treat Yuanyang without hesitation.

However, the above does not say what this great disaster is and what way it will come.

It is precisely because of such a legend that the San Miao people completely cut off their ties with the outside world and spent thousands of years in this deep mountain.

Changlin slowly closed the book with a bit of sorrow on his face and sighed.
Chapter completed!