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

Yu Shanshan was forced to ride naked on a wooden donkey upside down, parading through the main streets of Jerusalem, and finally to the execution ground.

A solid wooden frame, shaped like a gate, had already been erected on the execution platform. Below, a sea of ​​spectators had flocked from all over the country. The platform was surrounded by fully armed Arab soldiers and foreign envoys who had come to witness the execution of the Great Zhou Miracle General. These people also wanted to witness the demeanor and gruesome torture of the Great Zhou Miracle General firsthand, so they could boast about it later! After all, this Miracle General possessed a wealth of fame. Before this, she had single-handedly conquered numerous nations, annihilating nearly half a million Arab soldiers and slaughtering nearly 100,000 captives and hundreds of thousands of civilians. She was a formidable warrior, a legendary figure whose realm had reached the celestial realm. If it weren't for the Arab priests' formations that suppressed her realm, no one could have defeated her. So, they all wanted to witness the tragic end and gruesome death of this powerful general!

The burly men escorting her first carefully used sharp daggers to sever the dense, tightly wound cow tendon ropes wrapped around Yu Shanshan's body. With each cut, the ropes snapped, a thud that served as a musical accompaniment to this brutal torture. Then, with great effort, they slowly and painstakingly extracted the iron nails deeply embedded in her feet. As the nails were extracted, blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

Although Yu Shanshan had been partially freed from her restraints, she remained bound and naked. Like a puppet stripped of her dignity and freedom, she was unhooked from the gruesome wooden donkey. Due to the prolonged and inhumane torture, Yu Shanshan's physical condition was deteriorating. With the removal of her vaginal plug, her incontinence, along with blood, flowed down her thighs and onto the ground. The mixture of urine and blood now flowed down her slender thighs, forming a pool of blood on the ground. Yu Shanshan was tortured to the point of near-death, unable to move. Several Arab men half-carried, half-dragged her to the execution platform. First, they removed the death bar, spread her legs apart, and nailed them to the rack. Then, they loosened the ropes, pulled her hands apart, and nailed them to the rack as well.

The torture, especially the pain of the nails being driven in and out of her feet, shattered bones and piercing her heart, caused Yu Shanshan to faint again. When the butt plug was finally removed, Yu Shanshan's bowels were already cramping with pain. The removal of the plug unleashed a gushing discharge, covering her entire body and leaving a large puddle on the ground. The Arab soldiers rinsed her clean with water before she was finally properly placed. The audience watched her arrive at the execution ground, completely limp, being carried to the scaffold, nailed to the rack, and then left to urinate and defecate. They all sighed with emotion. They assumed she was paralyzed by fear, but they had no idea of ​​the horrific torture she had endured.

Yu Shanshan slowly awoke, feeling a chill all over her body. As consciousness gradually cleared, she discovered she was nailed to an icy rack! A piercing chill instantly swept through her body, and she shuddered. Then, a basin of ice-cold water poured over her head, a chill that gave her a sudden start, bringing her completely awake.

Yu Shanshan slowly lowered her head, horrified to see she was completely naked! Her limbs were spread wide, firmly nailed to the high scaffold, her once flawless, snow-white skin now exposed to the public. Her plump, captivating breasts trembled slightly with each breath, and even the most intimate parts of her lower body were completely exposed.

She subconsciously tried to close her legs to hide the shameful scene, but as soon as she moved, a piercing pain shot through her feet, as if countless steel needles were piercing her bones at the same time, making her unable to move at all. This feeling of powerlessness and humiliation intertwined, making Yu Shanshan feel ashamed and angry.

She raised her head and looked around. The audience was a sea of ​​people, a dense mass that surrounded the entire execution area. Every eye was fixed on her naked body. Some of those glances were filled with undisguised admiration and admiration, but more often, they were filled with obscene lust. These gazes were like thorns in her back, leaving her feeling humiliated and furious.

The laughter, shouting, and obscene language from the audience poured into her ears like a surging tide.

"Haha, look at this poor woman, she dares to call herself the God of War?"

"Who does she think she is? Just a loser!"

"Just because of her, she can be so majestic on the battlefield? What a joke!"

"Look at her trembling body, she's such a coward!"

"Her courage has long been drowned by our ridicule!"

"Haha, she's like a frightened rabbit now, so pitiful and funny!"

These voices were like sharp knives, ruthlessly piercing her already wounded heart. Every word was like the venom of a venomous snake, corroding her soul. Her body trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Yet, her gaze, like a torch, resolutely swept across the group of ferocious-looking Arab soldiers below the stage.

Yet now, the gears of fate turned relentlessly, leaving her naked and pinned to the platform, like a lamb to be slaughtered, powerless to fight back. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. The glory and splendor of the past had long since vanished, replaced by endless humiliation and pain.

She bit her lip tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears. Her heart was filled with anger and resentment. She didn't understand why she had come to this point. She had once given everything for the Great Zhou court and its people, even sacrificing her life multiple times. But now, she had ended up like this, being mocked and bullied by her former defeated enemies.

The soldiers in the audience, seeing the look in her eyes, grew even more complacent. They mocked her and threw all sorts of debris at her, as if to crush her completely. Her body was covered in wounds, but she stood tall and refused to yield. She wanted to use her last bit of dignity to prove to these people that she would never be defeated.

Thinking of the fate that awaited her—either a slow, brutal death by the enemy's thousand-knife torture, or some other even crueler punishment—she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, resentment, shame, and rage. She desperately twisted her body, trying to break free, but every struggle brought a piercing pain that spread rapidly from her hands and feet throughout her body. In that moment, her once immensely powerful frame felt heavy and weak, and her peerless martial arts skills and immense strength were now completely useless.

Helplessly, she could only lower her head again, tightly closing her eyes, silently praying that this nightmare-like torture would end soon, so that she could be freed as soon as possible, even if it meant death...