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

This was the brutal slaughter of Lin Yan, a scene far too tragic. Both Lin Yan and Lin Li were drugged, and Lin Li soon bled to death. However, because Lin Yan had just reached the Minor Success stage of the Earth Realm, her internal energy could neutralize the poison. Therefore, the highly toxic drug that had been administered to Lin Li had little effect on her, leading to an even more brutal slaughter.

Lin Yan had been drugged and unconscious, her body limp and without a trace of strength. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, as if she were in deep sleep. However, her situation was extremely dangerous.

They used iron rings to tightly bind Lin Yan's limbs to the rack, leaving her stretched like a spread-eagle, completely unable to move. Her body was stretched to its limit, and every inch of her skin was under tremendous pressure.

Then, an executioner, holding a butcher knife, a ferocious expression on his face, thrust the knife into the abdomen of the bound and defenseless Lin Yan without hesitation. The sharp knife, like a venomous snake, instantly pierced Lin Yan's skin and pierced her plump, firm belly.

A low, muffled "grunt" escaped Lin Yan's throat, as if an invisible hand were choking her, making it difficult for her to breathe freely. Her delicate, rosy lips were now stretched wide, forming a perfect "O" shape, their once rosy rosy lips instantly turning pale as paper. She seemed to want to scream, but all the strength seemed to have drained from her body. She could only open her mouth in vain, but no clear sound came out.

The executioner's face was expressionless, his eyes revealing a chilling indifference. He gripped the incredibly sharp knife and, without hesitation, stabbed Lin Yan's navel. The strike was swift and precise, without a single pause or hesitation. Then, he stirred the knife vigorously, as if stirring a bowl of thick porridge.

Each stirring brought Lin Yan indescribable pain. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, mixing with the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes. Her frown seemed to be forever unable to relax, and the pain on her face made it hard to bear to look at it any longer.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!!" With a series of piercing sounds, Lin Yan's blood gushed out from the wound like a flood. The crimson blood quickly dyed her snow-white skin red, flowing down her body and dripping onto the cold rack below her, creating a shocking bloody flower.

"Ah—ah! Ah, ah!" Lin Yan's moans grew louder, her body trembling violently. Her legs involuntarily spread apart, and her hips leaned back, as if trying to escape this horrible torture. However, the butcher knife, as if under a spell, clung to her body, slicing straight down to Lin Yan's plump, white belly, reaching her vestibule.

The butcher knife mercilessly sliced ​​open Lin Yan's skin. At first, it was just a tiny cut, but as the blade penetrated deeper, the cut gradually grew wider and more hideous. Blood gushed out of the wound, splashing onto the surrounding ground like a fountain.

The blade continued its advance, piercing through Lin Yan's muscle and fat, mercilessly ripping open her abdominal cavity. Her internal organs were exposed to the air, trembling slightly with each breath. Her intestines, severed, rolled to the side, emitting a sickening odor.

Lin Yan's body convulsed violently, her screams echoing throughout the room. She tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were locked tightly in the iron rings, preventing her from moving at all. She was helplessly slaughtered. Her eyes were filled with despair and fear, as if she was begging the executioner to spare her.

As the butcher knife continued to penetrate, Lin Yan's body was completely cut open. Her abdomen was open, her internal organs clearly visible, the scene was unbearable to watch. Her life was rapidly slipping away, and she was powerless, only waiting for death in extreme pain.

Who could have imagined that Lin Yan, the beautiful general who had reached the minor success level of the Earth Realm, was heroic and beautiful as a fairy, would actually encounter such an inhumane and outrageous thing!

Everyone watched in horror as Lin Yan's once graceful figure was reduced to a bloody mess, a horrific sight. A horrifying wound stretched from her towering chest to her flat abdomen, as if her entire body had been mercilessly torn apart. The crimson blood gushed out like a flood, flowing endlessly, soon staining the ground beneath her crimson like a blooming blood-red flower.

Looking at Lin Yan's once charming face, it was now twisted and distorted by the unbearable pain, completely devoid of its former beauty and gentleness. She opened her mouth and tried her best to let out a heart-wrenching scream that resounded through the sky. The sound was like the wail of a night owl, terrifying.

Lin Yan was tied to the cold rack, her body twitching constantly. Her face was distorted, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were purple, and she kept groaning in agony. Her feet kept kicking the ground, as if trying to escape the endless pain. Sweat flowed from her forehead and cheeks, soaking her hair. Her body trembled continuously, as if she would collapse at any moment.

Her mouth opened slightly, as if she was trying to make a final sound, but she could only weakly exhale a faint breath. That breath slowly dissipated in the air, as if it was the last trace of her life.

Yet, fate, like a merciless demon, seemed filled with malice towards this beautiful young general who had achieved minor success in the Earth Realm, appearing especially cruel. Even as the crowd was still reeling from the horrifying, terrifying scene before them, tragedy struck Lin Yan once again. The incredibly sharp, blood-stained butcher knife, gleaming with a piercing coldness, like the scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, slashed across her chest once more. With a single, sharp, piercing sound, the butcher knife instantly bisected her towering, proudly erect breasts, cruelly splitting them right down the middle, forever separating them like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

In an instant, her delicate body, already convulsing with excruciating pain, suddenly began to tremble violently, as if being torn apart by an invisible force from the underworld. Every inch of her skin, every nerve, endured unspeakable agony. A final, shrill, despairing scream resounded through the air: "Ahhhhh!" The sound seemed to pierce the soul, sending chills down one's spine.

Though Lin Yan was now on the brink of death, her instinct for survival compelled her to muster every ounce of strength she had left. Her long, slender legs kicked and lashed out like willow branches in a gust of wind. However, it was too late; all her struggles and resistance seemed futile. Finally, under the gaze of those juniors, whose martial arts skills far surpassed hers, as cold as a millennium of ice, Lin Yan's body erupted in a final spasm and convulsion. Her once beautiful eyes, wide open, stared intently ahead, their expression filled with endless resentment and resentment. Then, the flame of her life gradually died, and she ceased breathing completely. Her entire body collapsed to the ground, like a withered flower, devoid of its former beauty and vitality.

Her body gradually lost its warmth, becoming cold and stiff. The once vibrant blood-red flowers gradually faded, becoming dull and lifeless. The crimson earth beneath her seemed to mourn for her.

The group of younger, lesser-known people whose martial arts skills were far inferior to hers, watched all this with indifference, without the slightest pity or sympathy. Their gazes were like cold swords, mercilessly cutting into Lin Yan's soul.

In this silent moment, time seemed to freeze. Lin Yan's figure gradually blurred in people's eyes, and finally disappeared into the endless darkness. Her departure was like a bright meteor in the night sky, short and dazzling, yet so regrettable.