If you turn back, it's all over.

Attila's funeral was held in the high hills near the Ghost Grass Forest.

According to the custom of the nomadic tribes, all major events in life must be witnessed by heaven and earth. So there is nothing better than cremation, burning on the earth and turning into green smoke and flying into the sky.

The place is full of red sand, dead and silent all around, dry and scorched, and firewood is hard to find.

The remaining men recovered the hemp stalks, golden bushes, and bunches of vine grass. They also found a dozen of the straightest trees, stripped them of their bark, and then split them to build a variety of wooden platforms. Straw, shrubs, bark shavings and hay filled the terrace.

Batu picked a decent horse from the rest of the herd, and although it was not as good as Attila's Crimson mount, he had no other choice. Batu led it into the middle of a square made of firewood, fed it a shriveled apple, and then chopped it down with an axe in front of it, and brought it down neatly.

Then they continued to build a platform on the horse's corpse with the log, using the trunk of the little tree, the branches of the great tree, and the thickest and straightest branches they could find. They swing firewood from east to west, symbolizing sunrise and sunset.

Then place Attila's belongings on the platform: his marquee, his painted vest, his saddle and bridles, the horsewhip he was given by his father as an adult, his moon scimitar that followed him in invincible battle, and his huge keel longbow.

Buhe was going to put a few weapons for Mo Yimiao's bridal ceremony as well, but she stopped him. "Those things are mine," Mo Yimiao said to him, "I'm going to keep them." ”

Buhe had no choice but to give up. Another layer of shrub branches was placed on top of Attila's belongings, and a few bundles of hay were placed.

As the sun crept toward the zenith, Moyidi came to her side. "Your Highness Princess......" he began.

"Do you think it's inappropriate for you to call me that?" Mo Yimiao asked him, "My brother Mo Yilei used to be your king, wasn't he?"

"Yes, miss. ”

"Now that Mo Yilei is dead, I am his heir, the last bloodline of the Mo Yi family, what belonged to him in the past, now belongs to me. ”

"Yes...... Her Majesty. Moyidi said and knelt down on one knee. "Your Majesty, please allow me to say something. ”

"Okay, you can get up and talk. ”

"I'm just a martial artist, and I've followed your brothers and sisters to this day. But now that Attila is dead, and his army is gone, what about you? As Attila's widow, they will send you to Mount Bell to die alone. Come with me, Your Majesty, and we will go to the West, to Rome, to the Jade Sea of Namibia, or to the Land of Shadows, and we will see wonders like we have never seen before. I swear by my sword for as long as you want, they won't keep you. ”

"Uncle Di, do you remember who I am?" Mo Yimiao said as he stretched out his hand, caressing his cheek lovingly and sadly, "I am the only holy princess born in the Black Sandstorm and the only saint princess of the Seven Kingdoms, and my mission has arrived, do you understand?"

"Your Royal Highness, do you have any unfinished business?" said Mo Yidi, looking back at her, "I can do it for you." ”

"Uncle Di, have you forgotten the motto of the Moyi family?"

"Blood sacrifice? no!" Mo Yidi looked at her in horror, "You are now the only descendant of the Mo Yi family, and even if you sacrifice, who will get your sacrifice?"

"Got it?" Mo Yimiao smiled bitterly, "I haven't been born dead yet, my father died when I was born, my mother died when I was born, I watched thousands of troops trample my brother to death, yesterday I killed my son, and now I am cremating my husband." I've thought about it a lot, but I don't dare to expect it. ”

Wooden platforms have been erected. It is covered with dry leaves and dead branches. They arranged the branches and leaves from north to south, symbolizing ice and fire, and finally piled up soft pillows and silk quilts on the top, accumulating the old high.

By the time everything was ready, the sun was already setting in the west. Mo Yimiao summoned the few nomadic tribesmen who were left, less than a hundred, to his side. When the Moyi family led the Dark Legion to conquer the Seven Kingdoms of the East, how many people did they bring with them at first?

"You will be my followers. Mo Yimiao said to them, "Among you, I have seen the faces of slaves, and first of all, I will set you free. Take off your shackles, if you want to go, no one will stop you, but if you choose to stay, you will be brothers and sisters, men and women. Pairs of colorful eyes looked at her, wary and expressionless.

Mo Yimiao turned to face Attila's three allies. "Attila is dead, the queen is dead, you don't have to go with him, you can follow me. ”

"Buhe, this silver-handled whip is my bridal gift of the day, and I hereby give it to you, and at the same time ask you to swear to be the blood of my blood, to live and die with me, to fight side by side, and to protect me from danger. ”

Buhe took the whip from his hand, but his face was full of confusion. "The queen of the steppe," he said with some hesitation, "it will not work, and I will be ashamed to be a woman's allies." ”

"Bayar," Mo Yimiao summoned, ignoring what Bu He said. "This dragon bone longbow is my bridal gift, and I hereby give it to you," the double-arced dragon bow, finely carved and shiny black, standing taller than her, "and asking you to swear to be the blood of my blood, to live and die with me, to fight side by side, and to protect me from danger." ”

Bayard lowered his eyes and accepted the bow. "I will not take an oath, only men can command the tribe. ”

"Batu," Mo Yimiao ignored his refusal. "This scimitar of the full moon is my bridal gift, and its scabbard and blade are inlaid with gold thread, and I hereby present it to you, and at the same time ask you to swear to be the blood of my blood, to live and die with me, to fight side by side, and to protect me from danger. ”

"You are Attila's widow. Batu said as he took the full moon scimitar. "I will send you to the foot of Bell Mountain and protect you from danger until you join the shaman's old woman. Other than that, I can't make any commitments. ”

Mo Yimiao nodded calmly, as if she hadn't heard his answer at all, and then she turned to face her last warrior. "Moyidi," she said, "is the first and most loyal warrior after me. I have given you anything, but I swear to you that one day you will receive from me a sword like no other in the world. I also ask you to swear allegiance. ”

"Your Majesty, my life is yours," Moyidi said, kneeling down on one knee and raising his sword hands flat above his head. "I swear to serve you, to do all your will, to go to the soup and to die. ”

"I will remember your oath and hope that you will keep it. Mo Yimiao helped him up, "You are my first queen guard. ”

When she turned to enter, she felt the entire tribe watching her. The tribesmen whispered, their black almond-shaped eyes open, and looked at her strangely out of the corner of their eyes, wondering if she was crazy.

Mo Yimiao didn't know if she was crazy, she only knew: if she turned back, everything would be over.

When Mo Yimiao summoned them to come and move Attila's body to the crematorium, the sun was only half a face in the distant mountains. Bayar and Buhe carried him out of the tent, and the tribesmen watched in silence as Mo Yimiao walked behind them. They made him lie flat and comfortable on pillows and silk quilts, with his head facing Bell Mountain in the far northeast.

"Bring the oil. At the sound of her order, they brought jars of ghee, which they poured over the cremation pile, soaking the quilts, twigs, and bales of hay, and encroaching on the firewood below, and the smell of them filled the air.

"When the fire is lit, I will enter the Ghost Grass Forest. Mo Yimiao announced.

At this time, the tribesmen could completely conclude that their queen of the grass wilderness could not withstand the grief of losing her son and husband, and went completely crazy.

For a year, the people who entered the Ghost Grass Forest never survived. The ancient ghost grass forest and the grassland have a sacred covenant of non-aggression, and the tribesmen have believed in it since ancient times.

You can go into the forest, but don't try to get out alive.

"Your Majesty, please think about it!" said Moyidi, falling to one knee with his head bowed.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, Lord Guard. Mo Yimiao turned over the silver pony, "I have nothing but this life, if God resolutely wants to take it back, I will admit it." ”

"Queen of the Prairie, don't say I didn't warn you. Batuu held the torch in his hand and told her with a smile, "If you go into that forest, we don't need to send you to Mount Bell, because you will sleep in the forest, and we will save you a long journey." ”

"That would be the last good deed I ever did in my life. Mo Yimiao also looked at him with a smile, "Now, you can light the fire." ”

Batu tossed the torch high, and the torch swirled and tumbled, slowly rising, reaching its apex and falling downward, casting a fiery red light and shadow in the night sky.

The fire fell on Attila's chest in exactly the same way, and the ghee immediately caught fire, and the twigs and hay followed in a breath away. Tiny flames burst out from all over the pyre, like swift squirrels, gliding through the oil layer, leaping from bark to trunk and then to leaves.

With a wave of his sleeve, there was already a blazing fire.

Mo Yimiao clamped the horse's belly with her legs and swung the horsewhip. The little silver horse jumped up and rushed out like a sword shot from a dragon's horn bow, and rushed towards the dark ghost grass forest like eternal night under the firelight.

Mo Yimiao's little silver horse neighed in horror, as if he was reluctant to step into the forest. But Mo Yimiao tugged at the reins, leaving it with no choice.

The silver horse roared and rushed into the Ghost Grass Forest.

Moyidi sat on the ground. The flames had reached Attila, and soon encircled him, his eyes wide open into the endless sky. He was motionless, unable to speak, and unconscious.

The fire melts the skin, leaving only the dry bones, and the appearance will be held forever.

Mo Yimiao entered the forest, where the trees were taller than they looked from the outside, and the dense branches and foliage of the trees blocked the night sky during the intertwined roots and withered vines, making it even darker.

The little silver horse groped his way forward, stepping on the soft, wet soil. There is no grass growing on the ground, not a single leaf has fallen leaves, and the sight is wild and desolate, making one wonder if the trees are really alive.

A small and fragmented sound came, and Mo Yimiao looked around vigilantly. Whoever was watching her, she could feel it.

The vast and tall trees changed their direction strangely after he passed by, and Mo Yimiao turned around sharply and didn't find any movement, but it was the same scenery that she hadn't seen when she passed by just now, and she knew that she couldn't find the way back.

There is no starry sky to be seen here, there is no way to discern the direction, the dark ghost grass forest seems to be endless, Mo Yimiao walked forward for a while, but found that he was just spinning in place.

The silver horse screamed and bounced, and a rattan touched its leg. Even on the horse, Mo Yimiao felt something in the air reach out to her, trying to drag her into the eternal night of the forest.

At this time, Mo Yimiao found that her body was glowing.

She looked down and saw a dazzling purple glow from the top of the black staff in her arms, and she took it out and held it high. Under the illumination of the purple light, all the strange things that could move regained their composure, quietly withdrew, exited the range of the purple light, and retreated into the darkness.

"Huh, is that you?" a voice echoed through the Ghost Grass Forest.

This abrupt sound sent a chill down Mo Yimiao's scalp, and she searched everywhere, finding nothing or knowing the source of the sound.

If you turn back, it's all over. She kept reminding herself.

"Who are you?" Mo Yimiao asked loudly, trying not to let her voice tremble. "I am born in the Black Sandstorm, the last descendant of the Moyi family, and the only holy princess of the Seven Kingdoms, may I ask you?"

"Who am I? Look at who I am?"

Mo Yilei suddenly appeared in front of her with blurred flesh and blood, which was exactly what he looked like after being trampled by ten thousand horses. He screamed, "You little bitch, I am the future king of the Seven Kingdoms, what are you, you have awakened the wrath of the true king," Mo Yilei pounced on him, ready to give her a violent beating.

"Get out!" Mo Yimiao used all her strength to swing Mo Yilei who pounced on him with a black stick, and the black staff seemed to hit an air mass, and a burst of black mist dissipated.

"Who are you, where are you?" Mo Yimiao screamed.

"My Queen, here I am. A figure flashed from behind a giant tree. Mo Yimiao recognized it as Attila, but she didn't dare to confirm that her husband was now burning outside the forest. "No, you're not!" she said at him.

"I am. Attila stood looking at her and held out his hand to her, "My wife, you can come with me, we can still ride horses in the eternal night, and you can't imagine how fast the horses are here!"

"No! no!" Mo Yimiao shouted at him, "I don't want to," she shook her head desperately, forcing herself to come to her senses, "you're not my husband, you don't ride a horse, and he doesn't like the jungle, he only loves the grassland." ”

"It's a pity. Attila shrugged, "If you leave here, you will completely lose your husband." Think about it. He disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Mo Yimiao was about to collapse, she patted the silver horse forward, but she didn't know where to go.

And no matter which direction you go, it seems that you can't get out of this forest.

She had no choice but to flow helplessly.

"Don't cry, kid. It was a gentle voice. Mo Yimiao looked up and saw three figures in front of him, a middle-aged couple and a mighty and handsome man.

"Don't be afraid, I am your mother, child, this is your father and brother. The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Mo Yimiao kindly.

"Yes, sister, we haven't met, I didn't expect to meet here today, I'm your brother Mo Yiyan. The handsome man said heartily.

"Mother, is it really you?" Mo Yimiao felt that she was no longer helpless, she had no father's love and mother's love since she was a child, and she suffered a lot in the world.

Even if he is the master of the Seven Kingdoms, how can he compare to a family reunion.

"It's us, kid, who has wronged you, come, we'll take you out. The middle-aged man next to his mother said that it should be his father, Mo Yitong.

Mo Yimiao cried and got off the horse and walked towards the three of them. The middle-aged beauty stretched out her hand to greet her arrival.

Mo Yimiao also stretched out her hand, almost touching her mother's hand.

But in a heartbeat moment, Mo Yimiao saw a weird smile on the corner of the middle-aged beauty's mouth.

She screamed and jumped away, holding her little black staff to her chest.

"What's the matter, daughter?" asked the middle-aged beautiful woman suspiciously. "Come on, our family can finally be reunited. ”

"No! you're not my family. Mo Yimiao suddenly woke up, "Although I haven't seen my them, my brother died fighting for the country, my father died with the city, and my mother died sacrificing for me and my brother Mo Yilei, they all completed their mission, but they were not for reunion." ”

"Don't be stupid child," Mo Yishuang in front of him said, "Come with us, you are now alone in the Seven Kingdoms, have you ever thought about how much suffering you have to endure and how many sins you will suffer." ”

"No matter how much suffering I endure and how many sins I suffer, that is my mission. Mo Yimiao pointed at the three of them with a black cane and drank: "I don't care if you are humans or ghosts, I order you to disappear!"

The purple light of the black staff flashed, and the three of them turned into a cloud of black mist and dispersed.

"Hehe," came a strange laugh, "that's amazing, little girl." ”

"Who are you and what do you want?" Mo Yimiao was no longer afraid, she said loudly, "I'm not afraid of you, you come out for me." ”

"Little girl, I'm here, how are you going to let me out?" the voice said.

"I can't see you. Mo Yimiao looked around.

"Silly girl, I am this forest, the tree is my arm, the leaf is my hair, the ground under your feet is my body, and the fireflies flickering around are my eyes......"

"Who are you...... Or is it a forest?" Mo Yimiao asked incredulously.

"Of course I am human," the voice exasperated, "it's just that you don't know, and I'm the one who has attained eternal life." ”

"You became a forest in order to gain eternal life?" Mo Yimiao chuckled, "Then what do you mean by immortality." ”

"Hmph, can't you see, I'm not alone. All the people who have entered this forest have been here for thousands of years, and I am not alone. "And don't you know that all the souls of the Moyi family will return here, because for a thousand years, in order to gain my power, they have a never-ending pact with this place from life to death." ”

"I don't need your strength, I don't agree with any contract, let me out. Mo Yimiao shouted loudly.

"Don't be stupid, the contracts are thousands of years old. The people of the Moyi family are here to accompany me for eternity, and they are enjoying it. Ha ha. ”

"Fart, we don't know your contract, you deceived us in the first place. A tree next to Mo Yimiao made a sound.

"Yes, I declare the contract null and void. When you said eternal life, you didn't say that you would become a vine. A dead vine made a sound.

Mo Yi Miao looked around in horror, could it be that these voices came from the ancestors of the Mo Yi family?

"Good boy, your name is Mo Yimiao, I'm your great-great-great-great-grandfather, I don't know how long I've been here, you have to save us out, understand?"

"Are you all going to rebel, you traitors who don't keep your contract, you'll look good later!" said the man who claimed to be from this forest, "you are all obediently here with me, and this little girl can't get out, hahaha." ”

"Stupid sister, why don't you summon a black sandstorm?" was the voice of his brother Mo Yilei, Mo Yimiao looked around for the sound and found that the sound came from the black rock next to him, "Summon the black sandstorm, sister, otherwise I will live forever with a stone." ”

"Black Sandstorm?" replied, staring at the stone.

"No, sister, you will. The stone said. "You were born in a black sandstorm, and you are a black sandstorm. ”

"yes, summon the Black Sandstorm. ”

"Black Sandstorm, Black Sandstorm ......".

"Black Sandstorm, Black Sandstorm ......".

One voice after another called, coming from all the trees, dead vines, stones, and the cold ground around Mo Yimiao.

Their voices converged into rivers in Mo Yimiao's ears, and every soul was tired of eternal life in the form of stones or trees.

"Little girl, summon a sandstorm and save the restless souls of the entire Moyi family!" an old voice called.

"It's useless, you idiots, this is just the last stupid girl in your family. She will stay here and be with me forever. The voice who identified himself as the forest said, "Your whole family will always be here with me." ”

If you turn back, it's all over.

Summoning a sandstorm?Mo Yimiao thought to herself, maybe she should give it a try.

She raised her little black staff high and shouted at the endless ghost grass forest, "I am the only remaining holy princess of the Seven Kingdoms and the only descendant of the Moyi family, who was born in the black sandstorm. Now, I summon the sandstorm that comes with me!"

After Mo Yimiao finished speaking, the forest returned to calm.

"Little girl, I'm so scared," said the self-proclaimed forester, jokingly, "and now you're ...... dead."

Before it could speak, the wind blew.

"It's been a thousand years, and I've finally caught the wind again. "It's the voice of the tree.

"No way, how is this possible, you can't break the contract in the dark world! you can't!" the forest voice shouted, but the wind grew stronger.

"You big fool, my great-granddaughter is the queen of your dark world, and your eternal life is over. ”

Mo Yimiao watched as the tree said its last words, uprooted by the hurricane.

Tree after tree was swept up by the storm. Dead vines, rocks, weeds, dirt, and everything in the forest were all swept up like rot by the black sandstorm, and with the black wind, with the cheers and shouts of countless souls, all of them were wiped out in ashes.

Mo Yimiao turned over and got on her horse, the entire forest had been uprooted, and she looked up on the horse and could vaguely see the fire.

She drove the silver horse towards the firelight.

Above her head was a huge whirlpool of pitch-black sandstorms, a war song from the dark world intertwined with thunder and lightning, and the power of ghosts and gods that had never been seen in the human world in an epic existence.

Attila's body had been burned.

Nearly 100 people watched the terrifying scene of the ghost grass forest in panic.

Then they saw Mo Yimiao leaping out of the black sandstorm on a silver pony.

The forest of ghost grass for I don't know how many years has been gone, as if it had never appeared in the world at all.

People fell to their knees in silence, their heads pressed against the ground.