The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

The expressionless, ruthless executioner swung his sword with great vigor, showing no sign of stopping. Then, he unleashed his terrifying whirlwind sword technique once again, a flash of cold light and a thick shadow of blade.

There was a dull and frightening "puff" sound, and Lin Rou's delicate and beautiful head suddenly flew off her slender neck as if a ripe fruit suddenly lost its support.

At that moment, the head swiftly traced a graceful arc through the air, like a dazzling meteor suddenly falling from the sky. Lin Rou's silky, smooth, black hair also instantly unfurled completely, cascading down like a black waterfall without restraint, dancing and drifting wantonly in the air, as if in a final struggle and resistance.

At the same time, a stream of bright red blood, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and was finally released, gushed out from her broken neck, forming a shocking blood-red pillar, rushing straight into the high and boundless sky, and then falling down like dense raindrops.

You know, this twelve-year-old beautiful young general of the Great Zhou Dynasty—Lin Rou—should have possessed a pair of bright eyes filled with a lively radiance and vibrant energy. But at this moment, they were wide open, their depths surging with a deep, resentful and boundless despair. She bit her lower lip so hard that it trembled slightly, as if she were trying to muster the last ounce of strength in her body to let out a shrill cry filled with grief and indignation.

However, fate, like a merciless beast, bared its fangs and bit her fiercely, leaving her powerless, like a candle in the wind, to open and close her mouth feebly. With each stab, streams of fiery red blood gushed out of her mouth like a flood. This surging tide of blood instantly swallowed and muffled her almost inaudible voice, leaving her unable to utter even the slightest sound.

At that moment, a horrifying scene unfolded! A flash of cold light flashed by, as fast as lightning and as swift as a gust of wind. Lin Rou's once beautiful head, now as pale as snow, flew up into the air like a ripe fruit, powerless and without resistance. Without the support of her head, her delicate body trembled violently on the rack for several moments, the shaking so intense that it seemed to be trying to break free from its terrifying restraints. But before long, the fragile body finally ceased all movement and became utterly still, a stillness so eerie it was terrifying.

Looking at her body now, once smooth as jade and delicate as silk, it had long since lost its former appearance. It was now completely drenched in a glaring, shocking crimson of blood. From afar, she looked like a blood-red flower blooming in a pool of blood, a poignant beauty that was breathtaking. The vibrant crimson contrasted sharply with her fair skin, adding a touch of sadness and despair.

Although the flame of life had quietly extinguished, her body remained tightly bound to the cold and merciless rack, motionless. As if, even in death, she would use her final gesture to tell the world about this horrific tragedy and accuse the injustice and cruelty of fate.

The soldiers, initially furious and ferocious, were stunned into silence as they witnessed the bloody and brutal scene before their eyes, as if under a spell. Their eyes widened, their jaws agape as they stared at Lin Rou's body, which lay in a pool of blood. Their faces were distorted with shock, as if they simply couldn't believe their eyes, couldn't believe that such a young and beautiful life had been tragically lost before their eyes.

The head that had just taken flight, like a kite with its string cut, tumbled endlessly in the air. It spun round and round in a strange manner, as if in its final struggle and dance. After several dazzling flips, the head finally, like a shabby toy that had been mercilessly discarded, fell heavily to the ground not far away with a heavy, dull thud.

Although the head's features still retained the beauty of its owner's lifetime, its once vibrant skin had turned pale as paper, devoid of color. Its once charming, vibrant face was now utterly lifeless. Its eyes, once bright and moving, twinkling like stars, had become two bottomless black holes, empty and lifeless, devoid of their former brilliance and spirit.

At the same time, blood continued to gush out from the wound in the head, forming streams of crimson blood. These streams quickly spread across the ground, converging and merging, eventually forming a large pool of blood as thick as ink. The pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air, making people nauseous.

Only then did the Baekje soldiers and civilians, still dazed, finally regain their composure. They stared at each other, seemingly unable to believe what they were witnessing. Then, a deafening cheer erupted from the crowd, resounding like thunder through the heavens: "Excellent swordsmanship! Long live Baekje! Great Zhou will perish!" The shouts rose in waves, one after another, seemingly drowning the entire world in this frenzy.

Even so, the headless bodies of Lin Wan and Lin Rou remained tightly bound to the rack, their delicate, headless bodies seeming to speak of their injustice! Unfortunately, the people around them showed no mercy, instead cheering and rejoicing as if it were New Year's Eve. The Baekje commander, accompanied by several other generals, arrived with swords in hand, ready to chopped the naked, headless bodies of Lin Wan and Lin Rou, bound to the rack, into pieces. Lin Wan and Lin Rou, these two pitiful female generals of the Lin family, met a tragic death at the hands of the despicable commander of Baekje's Ungjin City. They were reduced to two headless, naked corpses, bound to the rack for everyone to admire, humiliated by Baekje soldiers and civilians, losing their last bit of dignity.