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

Lin Ting and Lin Xia's heads rolled to the side of the execution platform, like two discarded pearls, devoid of their life's radiance. Their eyes, wide open, were like two deep black holes, revealing endless terror and resentment. The terror was like being haunted by a nightmare, unable to escape; the resentment was like being strangled by fate, unable to break free.

Lin Xia's tongue lolled out of her lips in terror, trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her face was distorted beyond recognition, its once beautiful features now monstrous and hideous, as if possessed by an evil spirit. Her eyes were filled with despair and regret, a questioning of fate and a resistance to injustice.

Yet, amidst the despair and remorse, Lin Xia's lips suddenly curled up in a barely perceptible curve. That curve seemed mocking, like relief, yet also held a secret. Her eyebrows twitched slightly, as if conveying a final message. The muscles in her cheeks tensed, accentuating the expression, as if she were using her final strength to etch this complex feeling. Under the shadow of death, her face slowly hardened, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, but the strange expression lingered, as if to immortalize this complex emotion. Those around her shuddered at the sight, unsure why Lin Xia's dying expression had such a strange quality. Some speculated whether she was hiding a terrifying secret or simply offering a silent curse to her executioner. Regardless, as time passed, Lin Xia's lifeless form faded, leaving only that puzzling expression for everyone to speculate.

Lin Ting felt even more aggrieved. Having reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, she should have enjoyed supreme glory and splendor, yet she was beheaded on this execution platform for no apparent reason. Her eyes burned with rage, a curse against injustice and a scorn for the world. Her hair draped across her face like a tangled mess, obscuring her once proud features and leaving only a desolate image.

Lin Ting's lips moved slightly, as if she were about to say something but never got the chance. Veins bulged on her forehead, the traces of the intense rage she felt before her death. Her nostrils flared rapidly, each breath a vent for her inner rage. Beyond the rage, a hint of confusion gradually emerged in her wide eyes, as if she could never fathom why she had suffered such a fate.

The tips of her ears flushed with excitement, like two tiny flames. Her facial muscles remained tense even after death, as if she were desperately resisting the impending death. Her jaw was clenched tightly, her teeth almost piercing her lips, a final, stubborn resistance to fate.

Lin Xia on the side still had that mysterious expression on her face. The meaningful curve of her mouth and the slightly raised eyebrows were like a puzzle, forming a sharp contrast with Lin Ting's angry and unwilling expression, which caused a lot of discussion among the people in the audience. Everyone was speculating about what had happened to the two sisters to end up like this, and they were also curious about what kind of shocking truth was hidden behind Lin Xia's expression.

Blood flowed from the execution platform like a fountain, mingling with the skulls of Lin Ting and Lin Xia, creating a horrifying scene. The blood spread across the ground like crimson ink, a bloody scroll that spoke of the fragility and impermanence of life. The air was thick with the stench of blood, a smell like the breath of a demon, suffocating and nauseating.

The surrounding crowd watched silently, their faces devoid of sympathy, only indifference and callousness. Their gazes were like icy arrows, piercing the souls of Lin Ting and Lin Xia, leaving them unable to rest in peace even after death. In this cruel world, life became so insignificant, like a mere game, a nightmare that could end at any moment.