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

Night fell quietly, drowning out the bloodshed and bustle of the day. The "righteous" on the execution ground had long since dispersed, returning to celebrate their achievements in "eliminating demons" and claiming their "evil objects." Only Lin Wei's body remained, lying alone on the cold yellow sand, to be swept by the evening breeze and covered in dust.

The evening wind whimpered, as if weeping for the departed souls. The sand dunes in the distance undulated, their ferocious outlines outlined in the moonlight, like a dormant beast, silently gazing at this polluted land.

No one came to collect her body. Lin Wei had no family left in this world. The priest lineage had always been sparsely populated, and by her generation, she was the only one left. Those who had crossed paths with her had either stayed away, fearing her identity, or had been implicated and killed in the previous crackdown.

She was like a discarded speck of dust, ignored by everyone.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight rustling sound broke the silence of the execution ground.

A thin figure cautiously peeked out from behind a distant sand dune. It was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, dressed in tattered cloth, his face stained with dust. Only his eyes, gleaming brightly in the darkness, held a hint of timidity, yet also a firm resolve.

The young man, named Achen, was an ordinary nomadic child from a nearby desert oasis. A few days earlier, he had secretly witnessed the encirclement and suppression. He didn't know Lin Wei, nor did he understand the concepts of "righteousness" and "evil arts." He only saw a woman, surrounded by many people. Her eyes held no ferocity, only a faint sadness. He also saw that during a lull in the battle, she had used a strange power to save a sand sparrow that had been accidentally injured by a stray arrow.

In Achen's eyes, the woman was not as scary as they said. On the contrary, she had an aura that made him feel friendly, like a spring in the desert, gentle and pure.

After everyone had dispersed, Ah Chen mustered up his courage and quietly made his way to the execution ground. He saw Lin Wei lying on the ground, the scars on her body, her wide-open eyes, and the bloodied corners of her mouth. A huge wave of sadness and anger surged in his heart.

He didn't know why those adults treated her like this, but he felt that she didn't deserve to end up like this.

Ah Chen trembled as he walked step by step to Lin Wei's body. He stretched out his small hands covered with calluses and cracks, hesitated for a moment, and then gently and tenderly touched Lin Wei's eyelids.

"Sister, please close your eyes..." His voice was filled with tears, as weak as a candle in the wind. "The ground is cold, it won't be cold after you sleep for a while..."

His fingertips touched Lin Wei's cold eyelids, and the touch made him shudder, but he did not retreat. He used his small palm to gently cover those empty eyes, and slowly, slowly closed them.

The moment Achen's hand closed Lin Wei's eyelids, something strange happened!

Lin Wei's body, originally cold and stiff, now seemed to throb ever so faintly. Something in her chest seemed to flicker with a faint light, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

That was... the last echo of the resurrection technique!

Ah Chen's kindness and compassionate tenderness were the belated key! At the last moment, it finally found the keyhole and tried to open the door to resurrection.

However, it was too late.

The lip ring's "Spirit of Words" is lost, unable to communicate with heaven and earth and invoke divine power; the tongue ring's "Wisdom" is gone, unable to sense life and reshape the soul. The core token of the resurrection technique is missing, and the power of inheritance has long been severed and dissipated. This belated key, although it has found the keyhole, can no longer turn the heavy door.

The faint throbbing and dim light lasted only a moment before vanishing completely. Lin Wei's body returned to its dead stillness, colder and heavier than before.

Ah Chen seemed to sense something. He lowered his head in confusion and looked at Lin Wei's face. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were stained with dust. There was no longer the emptiness and resentment from before, only a dead calm.

He didn't know what he had just done, nor did he know what that fleeting light meant. He just felt very sad. Very sad. He gently laid Lin Wei's body flat, then began to dig in the sand, trying to bury her.

A child's strength is meager, and the sand slipped away again and again. But he didn't give up, stubbornly digging, his tears mixed with sweat dripping into the scorching yellow sand and evaporating instantly.

He wanted her to rest in peace, not to leave her body exposed in the wilderness, eroded by the wind and sand, and eaten by wild animals. This was the only thing he could do for this "sister" he had never met.

The night was deep, the stars and moon dim. A single, frail figure stood on the empty execution ground, stubbornly digging for the final resting place of a departed soul. The wind and sand wailed, as if playing a mournful elegy for this belated mercy and the utterly severed legacy.