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

Yu Shanshan was hung alone on the city wall, exposed to the wind, sun, and rain, for three long and agonizing days and nights. During this time, countless people flocked from all directions, ruthlessly throwing all kinds of disgusting filth at her fragile body with malice and contempt. These stinking things instantly enveloped her from head to toe, making her already haggard appearance even more horrible, like a pile of rotting, lifeless meat.

Once, her miraculous legends were passed down through the streets, but now they were a commonplace joke. The Arabs seized the opportunity to unleash unbridled mockery and ridicule on her, their shrill laughter echoing through the air, seemingly drowning the entire city. Every civilian and soldier passing by the city walls, witnessing this tragic scene, felt no pity and instead spat thick, sticky phlegm onto her naked, filthy body. The sticky liquid landed precisely on her, adding to the filth and disgust of her already filthy form.

At the same time, between Yu Shanshan's thighs, drops of blood, bright red and shimmering like gemstones, continuously flowed out. Like a flood bursting through a dam, the crimson liquid poured from her body, forming a shocking line of blood. This line of blood slowly flowed along her slender, white thighs, leaving behind a series of crimson streaks in its path, as if a demon had painted an evil pattern on her body with a brush.

This horrific scene was caused by the brutal injuries Yu Shanshan had previously endured. Her delicate body had been mercilessly pierced, the wounds horrific and bloody. Blood gushed out from the deep wounds like an unstoppable spring, bubbling and gurgling. The crimson trickled down her skin, delicate as white jade, drop by drop, like the slow and heavy passage of time. Each drop created a small splash before merging into the expanding pool of blood below.

Eventually, the blood pooled into a small, horrifying pool. Like a mirror, it reflected the surroundings, yet devoid of warmth or life. It lay there, a silent witness to Yu Shanshan's tragic fate and a reflection of the world's indifference and cruelty. This scene, undoubtedly the most powerful testimony to Shanshan's tragic fate, leaves one sighing with regret.

Back then, Yu Shanshan was a vibrant, charismatic woman. She radiated a breathtaking, magical light, like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and dazzling. Her smile, as radiant as a flower, could dispel the haze in people's hearts; her eyes, as bright as stars, sparkled with wisdom and gentleness. It seemed as if the whole world would brighten just by her presence.

However, good times are always fleeting. Now, all of this has become a passing cloud, vanishing without a trace. All that remains before people is a horrifically naked corpse. Her once smooth skin is now covered in scars and bruises, devoid of its former luster. Her lustrous, black hair lies tangled on the ground, stained with blood and dust. Her once beautiful face is now twisted and lifeless, a picture of endless pain and despair. It hangs tragically from the towering city wall, baring without dignity the body that should have been covered.

Yu Shanshan's cold, naked corpse hung high above the towering city wall, piercing the heavens. Her once vibrant and vibrant body now drooped lifelessly, as if all the life force had been cruelly drained from her. Her once fair, rosy skin had turned pale as paper, devoid of its once enchanting luster. She looked as miserable as a once-beautiful, now withered and dilapidated flower.

Looking back at her beautiful eyes, they were still wide open, but they were devoid of any spirit, filled only with endless emptiness and despair. At the corners of her eyes, traces of tears were still visible, silently accusing her of the unspeakable pain she had endured.

A closer look at her body revealed a dense, horrific array of scars. Some were knife wounds deep enough to reveal the bone, the cuts neat and sharp; others were the bloody marks left by a whip, crisscrossing and tearing the flesh; even worse, were the wounds pierced mercilessly by crossbows and feather arrows. These wounds, large and small, deep and shallow, intertwined to form a horrifying and shocking scene that made it difficult to bear even a second glance.

Even more tragically, Yu Shanshan had already been stripped of all her clothing by the heartless group, leaving her naked body completely exposed to the public's gaze. For a moment, she became the object of everyone's ridicule and contempt. Those cold and heartless gazes stabbed at her like knives, making her already battered body appear even more desolate and miserable.

The crowd below pointed and talked, their faces showing a variety of expressions. Some had hateful eyes, feeling extremely happy about Shanshan's end, as if a great revenge had been achieved; some wore contemptuous smiles, expressing disdain and ridicule for her fate; and some gloated, as if enjoying this cruel performance.

Yu Shanshan's naked body swayed slightly in the wind, as if telling the world of her misfortune. Her long hair was dishevelled, forming a stark contrast to her miserable face. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

At this moment, Yu Shanshan's image has become so fragile and helpless, and her former glory and honor have vanished. Her end is so tragic that people can't help but feel sad and sorry for her. It's a pity that no one now has such emotions, only full of malice and disdain!

The crowd below the city was densely packed, surging like a tide. Their faces were filled with various emotions: some were filled with hatred, their eyes flashing with anger; some were filled with contempt, with disdainful smiles on their lips; and some were filled with gloating, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

Every pair of eyes, like hungry wolves, stared intently at the naked corpse, as if it were a rare treasure. Their gazes revealed a cruelty and indifference, their mockery and contempt for Shanshan's tragic end undisguised. Pointing and talking, the crowd's voices rose and fell like a swarm of buzzing flies.

Yu Shanshan's naked body was exposed before everyone, her pale skin glaring in the sunlight. Her body twisted, as if telling of the pain she had endured in life. The hideous wounds, like sharp swords, pierced everyone's eyes.

This scene captivated the Arabs, their eyes gleaming with greed and lust. They began to reconsider the miraculous power of the Great Zhou women, their superstitions completely shattered. In their eyes, their millions of troops, vast territories, and enormous populations were all sources of pride.

Those arrogant Arabs were already plotting how to slay all of the Great Zhou's marvelous female generals. They imagined their own heroic displays on the battlefield, how they would defeat their enemies one by one with their sharp weapons. Then, as they had done to Yu Shanshan, they would brutally slaughter these female generals, staining the ground red with their blood, thus demonstrating their own prestige and power.

Bloody images emerged in their minds, and a cruel smile played across their lips. However, they failed to realize that the cruelty of war far exceeded their imagination. In the coming battle, they might pay a heavy price for their arrogance.