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

Yu Shanshan is a young and beautiful girl, with a natural beauty and charming appearance. She is only twelve years old and is extremely tall, at 1.75 meters. Her bust is even more proud, with a top-level G cup size of 98 cm, and her hips are an even more attractive 105 cm. Her waist is only 45 cm, her thighs are only 65 cm, and her calves are only 45 cm. However, she is full of strength and is a majestic and powerful young wonder girl. Her realm has reached the top of the heavenly realm. Unfortunately, she is now suppressed by the Arab Archbishop and other powerful priests using a formation. Now she has been poisoned and temporarily lost her internal strength, so she has ended up in such a miserable state.

Now nailed to the rack, Yu Shanshan felt her immense strength and martial arts skills were useless. She could only close her eyes and bow her head, hoping for a quick death, to avoid further suffering. Yu Shanshan recalled the night before, when she had been drugged and willingly subjected to the humiliation of countless soldiers. She felt a wave of shame. The thought of her own flushed face and deafening cries of grief only deepened her shame.

Now the executioner was about to cut Yu Shanshan into pieces. She cursed the Arabs. The executioner's assistant, seeing how fiercely she cursed, was about to gag her with a rag, but the executioner shook him off. It turned out that this man particularly liked to torture strong women. He found it dull if he saw a weak woman crying and wailing at the first sign of the knife. He had to torture a woman of this strength, someone who, under his sharp blade, would turn from cursing to screaming, and then to crying for mercy, in order to demonstrate his skill.

The Arab people in the audience looked at Yu Shanshan with her eyes wide open and her eyebrows raised, cursing non-stop, and seemed to have regained her heroine character. They couldn't help but start cursing back, accusing Yu Shanshan of killing their compatriots.

Amidst Yu Shanshan's furious curses, the Arab executioner began to work. He severed one of her nipples, then with nine cuts, slashed a large gash across her plump left breast. Yu Shanshan felt a sharp pain in her breast. Having trained in martial arts since childhood, she was accustomed to bruises and injuries, so this pain was nothing. She figured that lingchi was just that, and it seemed easier to bear than riding the wooden donkey. But after the ten cuts were completed, the assistant came up to wipe the blood with a cloth soaked in salt water. He then pressed it hard against the wound on her breast, causing the salt water to seep into the freshly opened wound.

Yu Shanshan felt as if her wounds were burning with fire, the pain raging through her heart. Her muscles tensed, and she nearly cried out in pain, but she was incredibly strong and gritted her teeth to hold it in. The audience didn't know what cruel method the executioner had used, but after only ten cuts, he silenced the woman who had just been shouting and cursing. It was a testament to his skill that they all cheered and cheered him on. Besides, everyone hated Yu Shanshan so much that when they saw she had stopped cursing and kept silent, they began to insult and curse her.

The Arab people in the audience had their eyes wide open, with flames of anger burning in their eyes.

"This vicious woman has killed countless of our soldiers and prisoners. She is a demon!" an old man shouted in a trembling voice.

"She should be cut into pieces so that she can taste the pain!" a young man said gritting his teeth.

"She is a cold-blooded killer without any humanity!" a woman cursed angrily.

"Her hands are covered in blood. She is our enemy!" a child cried.

"She should be sentenced to death to comfort the souls of those dead heroes!" said a middle-aged man indignantly.

"She is a heinous criminal, her crimes are unforgivable!" another person shouted.

All kinds of curses and insults intertwined, forming a powerful wave that seemed to drown out Yu Shanshan. These words were full of hatred and anger, expressing the Arab people's deep hatred for the murderer Yu Shanshan.

Yu Shanshan regained some consciousness after listening to the Arab's curses, but the severe pain in her left breast made it almost impossible for her to open her mouth to curse. She could only keep silent and endure the endless humiliation.

Seeing the success of his move, the executioner, named Musali, began to inflict heavy damage on Shanshan's breasts. As usual, he paused after every ten cuts. The audience cheered, and his assistant pressed a cloth dipped in salt water. At first, he simply squeezed the wound, but then, seeing her grit her teeth and endure the pain without a sound, he began to rub and rub vigorously, causing her to sweat profusely and her muscles to tremble uncontrollably.

In severe pain, Yu Shanshan shook her thick black hair hard, opened her mouth and bit a lock of hair, clenched her teeth, opened her eyes and glared at Musali, enduring the unbearable pain without a sound.

Seeing her endure the torture so stoically, Musali secretly cheered, knowing he had met his match. Without panicking, he continued to work his blade, slicing off Yu Shanshan's beautiful breasts one by one. Two bloody, circular wounds remained on her bare chest. Blood flowed from the wounds, staining her abdomen and then flowing downwards. Soon, the execution platform beneath Yu Shanshan was a bloodstain.

After cutting off her breasts, Musali braced himself and proceeded to cut directly into her genitals. As blood began to flow, his assistant applied pressure with a damp cloth, then thrust and squeezed it fiercely into her vagina. This time, the cloth wasn't dipped in salt water, but in red-hot chili oil. Yu Shanshan had just been cut, and the pain was excruciating. Even the strongest of men would have been overcome by the thick chili oil.

Yu Shanshan felt a piercing, burning pain that spread from her lower body to her entire body. Unable to contain herself any longer, she let out a scream that shook the entire audience.

When everyone saw that this brave and strong Great Zhou miraculous female general could finally not endure the torture, she cried out, and then there was a thunderous cheer, cheering for Musali.

"Musali! Musali!" the Arabs shouted in unison, their voices like waves, one after another, deafening. Their faces were filled with excitement and excitement, and their eyes were full of admiration and praise for Musali.

Yu Shanshan felt a piercing pain, her vision suddenly black, and she lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, Musali gestured expressionlessly to his assistant, who picked up a basin of icy water and, without hesitation, poured it down on Yu Shanshan's naked chest and abdomen.

The stimulation of the cold made Yu Shanshan slowly wake up, but she was not fully awake yet. Musali gave orders again, asking his assistant to pick up a bowl of red chili oil with a pungent smell and start rubbing the wounds on Yu Shanshan's body that had just been tortured.

The intense pain surged like a tide, and Yu Shanshan repeatedly fainted, unable to bear the agony, only to be awakened each time by the merciless splash of ice water. Although she was usually strong and brave, a wonder woman, facing such brutal torture, her body and will gradually collapsed.

At first, Yu Shanshan gritted her teeth, endured it, and tried not to make any sound. Only when the pain reached its peak did she scream. However, as time went on, the continuous and increasingly intense pain was like a demon, bit by bit devouring her last bit of resistance.

Finally, Yu Shanshan's psychological defenses completely collapsed. She could no longer endure the torture that felt like ripping flesh and bones. Her shrill howls echoed throughout the room. The sound was filled with despair and fear, chilling to the bone. The audience watching below were also terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

As time passed, Yu Shanshan's voice had long since become hoarse from the prolonged screaming. She could no longer cry out, and could only toss and turn, uttering faint wails. Gradually, even the strength to wail faded, leaving only heavy gasps and painful groans.

Yu Shanshan initially struggled, but because her hands and feet were nailed shut, she could only twist her waist and move her head. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, like surging waves. Eventually, she was powerless to struggle. Her head tilted back as the knife struck her, and her muscles trembled. As she passed out from the pain, her head drooped. Later, her breath gradually faded, and only the twitching of her muscles proved she was still alive.

Just like that, this once valiant general, whose martial arts were considered the best in the world by these Arabs, lowered her head, her wet black hair falling forward, covering her beautiful face, which was distorted by pain. Her breathing had gone from heavy to weak, and her will was also destroyed by this cruel torture. She could no longer resist and could only pray softly, asking for a quick death.

Yu Shanshan lowered her head, her wet black hair falling forward, covering her beautiful face that was distorted by pain. Her lips trembled slightly, and she made a low and weak sound.

"God, please have mercy on me. I have suffered too much pain and can't bear it anymore." Her voice revealed endless sadness and despair.

"Let me die quickly and end this endless torture. I would rather die than suffer this cruel torture anymore." Her eyes were full of desire for death, as if only death could free her from this pain.

Her hands were clenched tightly together, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain at all. Her body was trembling slightly, like a leaf in the wind, ready to fall at any moment.

"Please set me free and let my soul rest in peace. I no longer ask for anything, I just hope that all this can end." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a faint murmur.

At that moment, Yu Shanshan's inner world completely collapsed! The brutal torture was like a terrible storm, ruthlessly crushing her will, shattering it into a pile of fragments. She had once been a high-spirited, heroic, and supremely skilled female general! But now, all that glory and brilliance had vanished, replaced by endless pain and despair.

Back in the day, Yu Shanshan always led the charge on the battlefield, charging like a mighty lioness, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies. But now? She could only cower and tremble, groaning and wailing in agony, enduring the torment of both body and soul. Every moment was torture, the pain piercing her bones making her feel worse than death.

The strength and courage of the past are long gone. Now Yu Shanshan is just a pitiful person, tortured to a pulp, begging for quick relief. Looking at her like this, who could have imagined that she once had such a glorious past? Why did fate treat this brave and fearless woman so cruelly?