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

The wheel of fate suddenly and mercilessly turned against poor Liu Yuan. At that moment, she was caught off guard by a sudden and brutal attack—a crossbow arrow, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, accompanied by a chilling gust of wind, swooped down on her with overwhelming force.

In a flash, the crossbow arrow displayed unparalleled speed and power, like an incredibly sharp blade, piercing Liu Yuan's vulnerable throat. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire world fell into a dead silence.

Liu Yuan's body trembled violently, her mouth opening uncontrollably, as if she were trying to let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain. However, it was all in vain. Her open mouth could only hang helplessly in mid-air, as if her soul had been sucked out of her.

Her eyes, once bright and beautiful, were now wide open in terror, as big as two copper bells. They were filled with astonishment, fear, and disbelief at the cruel reality before them.

The next moment, a stream of scarlet blood gushed out of her mouth like a bursting dam, a horrifying sight. The blood was so vibrant and dazzling, as if it were the last ray of light in her life, struggling to bloom in despair. Yet, even at this critical moment, Liu Yuan couldn't even let out a final scream. It was strangled in her throat, transformed into a low, miserable whimper that gradually faded into the air...

Her once beautiful face was now twisted and distorted by extreme anger. Her eyes were wide open like bells, staring intently ahead, as if to pierce the person before her. However, this furious expression seemed to be frozen in time, frozen there, creating a horrifying scene.

At that moment, a stream of crimson blood suddenly gushed out of her throat like a bursting dam. The crimson blood surged with the force of a tidal wave, instantly forming a tall column in the air. This column, thick and powerful, continuously gushed out from the deep wound in her neck—the blood groove created by the crossbow bolt—like a blood-red flower blooming in the endless darkness. It was dazzling and alluring, yet it also exuded a poignant beauty and despair.

As Liu Yuan's blood began to flow profusely, her body began to tremble violently and involuntarily. Her body seemed incredibly fragile at that moment, like a lone boat drifting in a raging storm, vulnerable to being swallowed by the raging waves at any moment; like a candle flickering weakly in the wind, about to go out, even the slightest breeze could bring it toppling completely. Every tremor seemed to drain away the remaining vitality within her, bringing her one step closer to death.

Her once fair hands now looked helpless and desperate, scratching at the air, as if trying to grasp a glimmer of hope. Every time she scratched, strands of blood oozed from her fingertips, which drifted in the air, adding a heartbreaking sadness to the entire scene.

Gradually, Liu Yuan's legs began to lose their strength, and the convulsions slowly ceased. The warm liquid mingled with the warm blood flowing on the ground, creating a shocking scene. The warm liquid that slowly flowed down her thighs, flowing down her torso and toward her upper body because of her suspended position, shimmered eerily in the sunlight, still emitting that enchanting and poignant aura.

Liu Yuan’s miserable condition is like a heartbreaking picture, every detail is filled with endless pain and despair.

Her eyes, once bright as stars, had now grown dim, as if shrouded in a thick haze. Their faint light, like a candle about to be snuffed out by the wind, flickered in the darkness, threatening to vanish completely at any moment. Her eyes revealed a deep sadness and helplessness, as if she had lost all hope in life.

Her body was as frail as a leaf in the wind, as if a single breeze could knock her over. Her once lustrous, silky hair had lost its luster, now scattered messily on either side of her pale, paper-white face. Strands of hair clung to her sweat- and blood-stained face, forming a stark contrast to her pale lips, further accentuating her disfigurement.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to say something, but only faint gasps could come out. The sound was like a leaf in the wind, light and powerless. Her hands fell limply at her sides, fingers slightly bent, as if trying to grasp at the last shred of hope. However, it was all in vain; her body could no longer endure the torture.

Finally, her body and limbs stopped twitching and shaking, and her hands drooped limply, motionless. Her body twisted in the air, as if telling of the pain and torture she had endured.

Liu Yuan, hanging upside down in this incredibly humiliating position, created a shocking spectacle. Her leather bra and shorts were already tattered, revealing the scarred skin beneath. The hideous wounds, like ugly centipedes, crawled all over her body, making it unbearable to look at.

Yet, until her final moments, her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the very spot that had hurt her so deeply, their gaze filled with endless resentment and resentment. Her gaze seemed to pierce the endless darkness, etched forever in her heart. It was an unspeakable pain, a resentment that penetrated her very bones, a struggle against the injustice of fate.

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, thick with dark clouds. The howling wind seemed to wail for Liu Yuan, and the surrounding trees rustled, as if weeping. A few crows, attracted by the smell of blood, circled above Liu Yuan, occasionally emitting eerie cries.

The massive crossbow bolt that pierced her throat swayed slightly in the wind, causing her body to sway gently like a broken doll. The arrows stuck in her body collided with each other as her body swayed, making a soft tinkling sound, like the mournful music played by the god of death.

Drops of blood continued to fall from her wounds, hitting the ground one by one, scattering tiny particles of dust. Her body hung there, alone, the once valiant female general now a battered shell. On this silent and bloody battlefield, it became the most authentic portrayal of the cruelty of war. Only long after, it was slowly eroded by time, becoming part of the land, leaving behind only a tragic legend.