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

Yu Shanshan was like a hedgehog pierced by thousands of arrows. Her entire body was densely packed with them, like the fangs of a demon, piercing her body mercilessly. Her upper body was especially damaged, with almost no part of it intact. The arrowheads dug deep into her skin, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Her pale face contrasted starkly with the crimson blood. Blood foam continuously flowed from her mouth, trickling down the corners like strings of red pearls, dripping onto her lapels, forming shocking bloodstains. Her once lively eyes were now dull and lifeless, as if devoid of all brilliance and vitality. Yet, she still strained her eyes to keep them open, staring desperately ahead with her last ounce of strength, as if grasping at the last ray of hope in this world.

Her body trembled slightly, each tremor accompanied by a piercing pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her flesh. Her lips trembled, trying to utter a sound, but only a faint whimper emerged, a sound like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her hands fell limply at her sides, fingers slightly bent, as if trying to grasp something, but the weapon in her hand had already fallen to the cold ground with a crisp sound, as if playing the final mournful melody for her fate.

Yu Shanshan's body swayed, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her steps stumbled, each one a struggle, as if she were carrying a heavy burden. She left behind a trail of bloody footprints, deep and shallow. The startling crimson stream flowed beneath her feet, like a countdown to her death, each drop of blood a step closer to death.

Suddenly, an intense, sweet, and fishy smell surged up her throat like a surging wave. The smell was strong and pungent, like a ferocious beast breaking free, instantly engulfing her entire mouth and nasal cavity. The next moment, she felt as if her chest was being weighed down by a heavy burden, feeling extremely heavy and oppressive. A large mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth like a flood.

The blood drew a shocking arc in the air, like a streak of scarlet lightning, carrying with it endless pain and despair. A blood mist spread, and in the sunlight, it looked particularly scarlet and glaring, like a tragic elegy for her fleeting life.

By this point, her body was riddled with wounds and bruises, unable to bear any longer. She looked up at the sky, her eyes becoming blurry and empty, as if she were a shell without a soul. Like a puppet without control, her body fell backwards.

With a loud thud, her fragile body fell heavily onto the hard, cold ground, raising a cloud of dust. Within the cloud, her once beautiful face was now as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like a withered flower.

The brave and fearless Yu Shanshan fell miserably upon this cold, merciless land. Her body lay limp, as if drained of all strength and vitality. Her legs twitched uncontrollably, like spasms. Each tremor was horrifying, as if silently telling the world of the endless pain and cruel torture she had endured.

At that moment, Yu Shanshan's mouth was slightly open. Her once rosy lips had turned pale as paper, stained with white foam mixed with blood. Her lips continued to move gently, as if she was trying to muster up every ounce of strength left in her body, to utter a single sound with her last breath. Perhaps it was a final word, a final statement about her future; or perhaps it was simply a desperate cry, an attempt to express a wish hidden deep within her heart, unfulfilled.

But fate was so cruel and merciless to Shanshan! The endless stream of blood that flowed from her mouth surged out like a flood, instantly drowning out all the words she wanted to express. The blood flowed freely, forming a dark red torrent that silently slid down her cheeks and neck, then quietly gathered beside her body, eventually forming a small, heart-wrenching pool of dark red blood.

The blood in the pool didn't stop flowing; it still rippled slightly, spreading out in circles of tiny waves, as if weeping and whimpering in mourning for Yu Shanshan's passing. This small pool of blood silently witnessed her tragic and desolate end. It was like the last ray of light in Yu Shanshan's life, gradually dimming and dissipating in this cold and heartless world...

Suddenly, without warning, a warm liquid slowly flowed down her slender, fair thigh. The warmth seemed to carry an endless stream of sorrow and despair, a startling tear mark that deeply imprinted itself on her skin. This scene made her already delicate and vulnerable figure even more poignant and moving, stirring pity in one's heart.

Her body trembled slightly, her delicate face appearing pale and feeble, like a flower battered by wind and rain. Her beautiful yet hollow eyes were filled with pain and confusion, tears welling up in them but stubbornly refusing to fall. A gentle breeze ruffled her tousled hair, gently brushing against her thin face, as if sighing for her plight.

The people around her were deeply moved by this scene, their hearts filled with an indescribable pain. They wanted to comfort and help her, but they were afraid to disturb her already fragile soul. They could only watch her from afar, silently praying for her, hoping that fate would be more kind to her and that she would soon emerge from this dark haze.