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

Chen Xi's body suddenly froze, as if under a spell. Her lightning-fast charge came to an abrupt halt. She slowly lowered her head, staring in astonishment at the long black knife, its blade deeply embedded in her abdomen. The hilt was still tightly gripped in her hand, as if it weren't a knife, but a venomous snake devouring life.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the surrounding Black Wind City soldiers seemed frozen in time, standing motionless, silently watching this astonishing scene. The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence, with only Chen Xi's rapid breathing echoing in the air.

I could clearly see Chen Xi's eyes suddenly widen, then her pupils constrict violently in extreme pain and shock. Her once bright pupils dimmed, as if the light of life were draining from her. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a "ho ho" sound escaped from her throat. It was a creepy sound, as if her life was slipping away from her body bit by bit with this sound.

It was at this moment that I noticed that Shi Hu's sword had also pierced Chen Xi's delicate throat. Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound in her lower abdomen and throat! Like an arrow, it shot straight into the air, then rained down like raindrops, staining her chest and lower body red and splashing onto my combat boots and trouser legs. The warm liquid, carrying the breath of life, quickly spread across the cold ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Chen Xi's body trembled, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her face turned pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood. Her once beautiful features were now twisted, filled with pain and despair. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless, as if the flame of life was gradually extinguished in them.

The scene changes, and Chen Xi feels the final moment from his own perspective.

(Chen Xi's Soul Confession) I couldn't believe what I saw. The excruciating pain in my abdomen made it almost impossible to breathe. The long black knife pierced deep into my body, as if it was tearing me apart. My eyes widened, trying to grasp this cruel reality.

Shi Hu's long sword pierced my throat at the same time. I wanted to scream, but all I could make was a "ho ho" sound. My throat was filled with the smell of blood, and I felt my life slipping away bit by bit.

I watched my blood gush out like a fountain, staining my body and the surrounding ground red. The warm liquid, carrying the breath of my life, quickly spread across the cold ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

My body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a candle in the wind. Each tremor felt like a final struggle against fate, yet it seemed so powerless and futile. I could clearly feel the strength within me rapidly draining away like a flood, as if being swallowed by a vast black hole.

My legs gradually lost their strength to support me, becoming as soft and weak as cotton. I tried to steady myself with my hands, but it was all in vain. Like a puppet with its spine removed, I slowly and helplessly fell to the ground.

The moment my body touched the ground, an icy chill washed over me from all sides, enveloping me tightly. I could feel my blood gushing from the wound, pooling beneath me in a crimson pool. My body, trapped in the pool, twisted in agony, as if in a final struggle to escape the endless agony.

I tried to grasp the life that was about to disappear, but I was powerless. I thought of my past dreams and pursuits, and the people I loved, and my heart was filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

As my consciousness faded, I saw darkness approaching. I knew my life was about to end, but I wasn't afraid. With my last bit of strength, I prayed silently, hoping that my death would bring a little change to the world.

Finally, I closed my eyes and let the darkness swallow me up. However, it was too late. The light of my life was completely extinguished at this moment, and I left this world forever.

(Back to Heisha's perspective) I stared intently into her eyes. They were once so sharp! Like two gleaming swords, it was hard to look directly at them. They held an endless stubbornness and hope for the future, as if nothing could stop her from moving forward.

However, at this moment, the light in his eyes was rapidly fading at an astonishing speed. It was like a shooting star in the night sky, which, after streaking a dazzling arc, suddenly lost all its brightness and fell into endless darkness.

Her life force, like the blood that continuously flowed from her wounds, was fading at an alarming rate. Each drop of blood seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand, then mercilessly pulled from her body, taking away every last bit of life within her. As the blood continued to flow, her complexion grew paler and paler, like a piece of thin paper, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, an uncontrollable shudder. This tremor didn't come from the cold, but from the fear and despair deep within her heart. Her soul seemed to be being pulled away bit by bit by some powerful force, leaving her body with no support.

Her head felt like a thousand-pound weight, and every time she lifted it, it was incredibly difficult. Finally, her eyes slowly fell on me, but they were empty, as if her soul had been taken away, lifeless.

At that moment, I seemed to see the confusion and bewilderment in her heart. She seemed to have lost herself in this world, and everything around her was unfamiliar. Her eyes revealed a deep helplessness, as if she no longer recognized me, or perhaps she had forgotten where she was and everyone and everything around her.

(Back to Chen Xi's perspective) I felt my soul being slowly ripped away by a powerful force, and my body gradually grew heavy, as if it had lost all support. Every drop of blood I lost was like a countdown to my death, and I was powerless to stop it.

Fear and despair surged through my heart like a tide. I desperately tried to grab onto something, but I found my hands were too weak to lift. The world before me began to blur, as if shrouded in a thick fog. I tried hard to see everything around me, but all I could see was chaos.

I don't understand why this happened. I still have so many things to do and so many people to meet. I don't want to leave this world like this. However, my physical weakness makes it impossible for me to resist this arrangement of fate. I can only accept it silently.

At that moment, I felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness. I felt as if I were in a desolate desert, with no sign of life around me, only endless darkness and silence. I wanted to shout, but I found that I had lost my voice and could only cry silently in my heart.

Finally, my soul seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, disappearing from this world. In that moment, I felt a sense of relief, an indescribable sense of relief. Perhaps this is what death feels like...

(Once again from Heisha's perspective) Her lips trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. That slight tremor revealed her inner fear and anxiety. It seemed as if she had a thousand words to say, but some invisible force was tightly gripping her throat, preventing her from uttering a single word.

Finally, after a tremendous struggle, her lips parted with difficulty, and two indistinct gurgles escaped. The sound resembled the helpless sobbing of a frightened child in the darkness, or the desperate last gasps of a dying person. The faint sound, in the silence, was particularly abrupt and eerie.

However, this was only the beginning. As she uttered those two mumbling words, a warm liquid slowly flowed out from between her legs. It formed a puddle on the ground, emitting a faint fishy smell. This was the sign of her incontinence. This was not only proof of her loss of control, but also the testimony of her final movement in this world.

I stood there expressionless, motionless like a statue. My eyes, like cold stars, stared at her coldly, devoid of any emotion. In my eyes, she was just a target, a problem to be solved. That was my job: no mercy, no sympathy, only cold efficiency and unwavering execution.

I felt like a killer, an emotionless killing machine. My mission seemed to be to complete the task assigned by my employer, no matter who the target was, no matter how brutal the process. I didn't consider the right or wrong of the task, nor did I care whether the target lived or died. I simply followed my employer's instructions and wiped the target from this world, as simple as erasing chalk from a blackboard.

(Chen Xi's POV) My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me, my body trembling uncontrollably. The warm liquid flowed down my legs, filling me with immense shame and despair. I tried to cover it with my hands, but the liquid surged like a flood, unstoppable.

I used all my strength to try to control the autonomy of my body, but unfortunately I was powerless. I could only helplessly make one last shameful movement, staring wide-eyed in despair on the verge of losing consciousness.

(Back to Heisha's perspective) Suddenly, without the slightest warning, I whipped out my sword with astonishing speed, like a flash of lightning! The sword emanated a chilling cold light in the endless darkness, as if it weren't from the human world, but a demonic messenger awakened from the abyss of hell, coldly and ruthlessly preparing to reap the life of this poor woman.

At that moment, a "puff" sound was heard, a sound like thunder, exploding across the silent battlefield. Blood gushed out like a fountain, its momentum even more ferocious than before, like an enraged beast, roaring and unleashing its power.

Chen Xi's body finally buckled under the overwhelming force. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed backwards, lifeless and limp. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes closed. Her once beautiful face now appeared wan and weak.

I didn't even spare a second glance at her tragic fall; my gaze was already drawn to the blood-stained black sword in my hand. Blood dripped slowly down the blade, one drop, two, three... Each drop seemed to tell of the brutal battle that had just taken place.

Yet, I remained expressionless, as if none of this had anything to do with me. I slowly raised the long black sword, letting it gleam coldly in the sunlight. The bloodstains on the blade were particularly glaring in the sunlight, as if they were the only color on this battlefield.

"New Snow Blade Team," my voice echoed across the battlefield like a death knell from the underworld, cold and majestic. There was no emotion in it, only an undeniable firmness: "Total destruction!"

(Recreating Chen Xi's final feelings, Chen Xi's perspective) Suddenly, a suffocatingly powerful force struck like a tidal wave. I felt as if my body was being torn apart, the pain excruciating. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all around, forming a pool of crimson blood.

I groaned in pain, my vision becoming increasingly blurred by the force of the impact, as if the entire world was slipping away from me. I desperately tried to stay awake, to grasp at my fading consciousness, but it was all in vain.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard a dull "puff"—the sound of my life slipping away. I could feel my body becoming incredibly heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

I struggled to reach out, trying to grab onto something, even the slightest bit of support, but all I felt was the cold ground. The chill of the ground passed through my palms and spread throughout my body, making me tremble uncontrollably.

When I finally gave up and slowly collapsed, the scenes before my eyes flashed like a movie. I saw myself and my teammates sweating profusely on the training ground, the thrilling battles we experienced together, and the laughter and tears we shared.

I'm unwilling to accept this, truly unwilling to end my life like this. I still have so much unfinished business, so many dreams I want to realize. Yet, at this moment, I'm powerless and can only allow the darkness to consume me.

I used up the last bit of my strength to try to lift my hand, which had become as heavy as a thousand-pound burden, but no matter how hard I tried, it seemed to be fixed and did not move at all.

My vision became increasingly blurry, and eventually, everything before my eyes was engulfed in endless darkness, and I completely lost consciousness...