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

Lina, the vanguard general, rode atop her warhorse, slowly approaching the city. Dressed in military uniform, she looked valiant and heroic, her gaze fixed firmly on the towering city walls. But when she subconsciously raised her head and her gaze met the towering walls, a bone-chilling chill, like an icy tide, instantly enveloped her.

On the long spear on the city wall, a naked corpse hung high on it. It was none other than Natasha. Lina's vision went dark, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper. Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief and deep sorrow.

Atop the city walls, a naked corpse swayed gently in the breeze, as if pulled by an invisible force. Its skin looked unusually pale and lifeless in the sunlight, while its long golden hair cascaded down its sides.

Lina's eyes fell on the corpse, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a chill rose from her spine. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to make a sound, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

When she finally saw the corpse's face clearly, she felt a blackout, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant. It was none other than her good friend Natasha!

Lina stared at the scene in disbelief, her eyes wide. Natasha's face, once so vibrant and full of life, had become so stiff and pale, as if her soul had been drained away. Her eyes were slightly open, revealing an unspeakable pain and despair.

Natasha's face, once as vibrant as a blooming spring flower, now seemed to have been struck by frost, stiff and pale, lifeless. Her lips parted slightly, as if trying to utter a sound, but only a faint sigh, as if from the netherworld, could escape, a sigh of endless pain and despair that could not be expressed in words.

Even more unbearable to look at is the sight of her once-voluptuous, alluring breasts, now shrunken and withered, as if drained of their life force. On the left breast, the word "bitch" is etched in blood, the crimson blood flowing down the curve of her breast, leaving a series of jarring streaks. On the right, the word "slut" is written, like two sharp swords, piercing the heart and making one empathize with the humiliation and torture she endured.

Looking at her belly again, the words "The Fate of a Spy" were also written in blood. Though small, they stood out, as if carving a deep mark of shame into her body. The blood had dried, revealing a dark red that contrasted sharply with her pale skin, making the words even more glaring.

Finally, as everyone's gaze slowly settled on her frail back, the eleven characters carved with a knife—"Natasha, the Great Zhou spy, died here"—shocked everyone even more. These eleven words, deeply embedded in her skin, seemed stained with blood, revealing an unspeakable horror and desolation. These eleven words, like a merciless hammer, hammered relentlessly into everyone's heart, leaving everyone sighing and lamenting her tragic fate.

Looking more closely, Natasha's death was even more horrific. Her body was pierced by a specially made long spear, which entered from her lower body and came out from her small mouth. Her whole body was like a string of burnt meat, cruelly skewered on the spear. And in her navel, there was another long spear, which entered from her back and came out from her navel, as if a horrible hole was opened in her body. Not only that, she had a penetrating sword wound on each side of her chest, and the blood dyed her whole body red, which was shocking. The most tragic thing was that her throat was pierced by two long swords, and the hideous wound was unbearable to look at. Scarlet blood was still dripping from her body. The tragic scene made all the female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty under the city cover their faces and cry bitterly.