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

The six women were resurrected on stage and killed the rebel general Zhao Hu and his deputy Qian Bin. However, because the poisonous smoke still lingered on the stage and the main force of the rebels surrounded it, the rebels took advantage of the fact that the women had just been resurrected and their cultivation levels were not yet stable and were suppressed by the poisonous smoke. They used the giant winch crossbows, standard equipment of the Sixteen Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which they had bought from powerful families. Ten of them were used as bait, while a hundred more were hidden behind thousands of archers. This caught the six women off guard. Lin Xiaowan and Lin Xuan, who were standing at the front, were the first to be hit and were riddled with arrows. Although they were both experts at the Great Perfection or even the peak of the Earth Realm, their cultivation levels dropped by a whole level due to the suppression of the poisonous smoke. Moreover, these giant winch crossbows made by the Great Zhou Dynasty were designed to target martial artists below the peak of the Earth Realm. A single arrow could penetrate the body of a peak Earth Realm martial artist and cause serious damage. If attacked in a concentrated manner, they could indeed kill a peak Earth Realm expert. Therefore, even though Lin Xiaowan possessed the cultivation of the peak of the Earth Realm, she was still killed by a hail of arrows in the first wave of arrow rain. The same fate befell Lin Xuan as well. Their bodies were riddled with giant crossbow bolts. Their qi and defense were completely rendered powerless after being pierced by the giant crossbow bolts, and the subsequent arrows turned them into sieves.

On the stage, billowing poisonous smoke filled the air. The six women, newly resurrected and with their cultivation levels still unstable, were suppressed by the poisonous smoke. Guo Yu, the rebel commander who arrived later, seized the opportunity to launch an attack, using the giant winch crossbow cart, a standard weapon of the Sixteen Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty that he had purchased from powerful families, to deliver a fatal blow to the six women.

The ten giant winch-type crossbow carts in front unleashed a rain of arrows like bait, while thousands of archers lay in ambush behind them, and a hundred giant winch-type crossbow carts were poised to fire. Lin Xiaowan and Lin Xuan, standing at the front, were the first to be hit and were instantly riddled with arrows.

Lin Xiaowan's body was pierced by countless giant crossbow bolts. She struggled in agony, trying to withstand the sudden attack. However, the oppressive poison smoke caused her cultivation level to drop, and her internal energy and defenses instantly became ineffective. The crossbow bolts mercilessly pierced through her body, blood splattering everywhere, her eyes filled with despair and pain.

Lin Xuan's situation was equally tragic; her body was riddled with crossbow bolts, each one deeply embedded in her skin, causing excruciating pain. Her body trembled as she struggled to escape this terrible torment, but to no avail. The impact of the bolts caused her body to sway violently, and blood gushed from her wounds, staining her clothes crimson.

The scene was horrific; their bodies were stabbed and mangled, blood gushing out like a fountain. The ground was stained crimson with blood, forming gruesome pools. Their struggles grew weaker and weaker until they finally collapsed in the blood, lifeless.

In the end, Lin Xiaowan and Lin Xuan's delicate bodies seemed to have all their life force drained away, collapsing limply to the ground, thus bringing their tragic lives to a close. This scene was so bloody and horrifying that it was chilling and unbearable to look at.

Just then, a deafening sound of bowstrings tightening rang out. It turned out that the thousand well-trained archers had simultaneously drawn their bows and fired countless arrows at the location of the remaining four women! In an instant, the sky seemed to be obscured by these dense, rain-like arrows, forming a dark, oppressive cloud that swept in from all directions.

With a bloodcurdling scream, Lin Xiaohong was struck first and suffered a devastating blow. Several enormous crossbow bolts streaked across the sky like meteors, piercing her frail body. One bolt, in particular, struck her squarely in the neck, a vital spot. Instantly, scalding crimson blood gushed out like a burst dam, splattering onto her snow-white collar and staining it a shocking crimson. Lin Xiaohong's eyes were wide open, her face filled with unspeakable despair and pain. A hoarse, low growl escaped her throat, as if she were trying to utter something more in her final moments.

However, before she could finish speaking, another crossbow bolt mercilessly pierced her abdomen. Struck by such a heavy blow, Lin Xiaohong's body convulsed violently, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed from her mouth. Her once beautiful hands now gripped the bolt embedded in her abdomen tightly, trying with all her might to pull it out. Unfortunately, her strength, now utterly weakened, was completely useless; she could only helplessly allow the bolt to writhe inside her, enduring the excruciating pain…

Another crossbow bolt struck her navel, piercing her body mercilessly like a sharp sword. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart; waves of excruciating pain washed over her, turning her face ashen. Her legs buckled limply, as if all strength had been drained, and she finally collapsed into a pool of blood.

Lin Xiaohong's body convulsed on the ground, her fingers digging tightly into the soil, her nails sinking deep into the earth, as if trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope for life. Her vision blurred, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless, her breathing growing weaker and weaker, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Her dying screams and agonizing struggles echoed in the air, filled with despair and helplessness, making one feel a deep sense of pity and sorrow for her tragic fate.

Although Lin Xiaoyan, Bai Mei, and Bai Jie fought valiantly, wielding their weapons and deflecting numerous arrows with their swordplay, they were ultimately outnumbered. Arrows rained down on them, instantly turning them into pincushions. Their bodies were covered in wounds, blood gushing out and staining their clothes crimson. Each arrow was deeply embedded in their flesh, causing excruciating pain. Their movements grew increasingly sluggish, their bodies weaker and weaker, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Bai Mei's beautiful, pale body now looked as if it had been pierced by countless arrows, densely packed all over her body! The most deadly of them all was the enormous, gleaming crossbow bolt—it mercilessly pierced through Bai Mei's delicate throat!

Bai Mei's once delicate and luscious cherry lips were now gushing out bright red blood. At the same time, her eyes, filled with anger and resentment, were wide open, as if she wanted to tear the despicable rebels in front of her to pieces!

Despite her severe injuries, Bai Mei mustered her last remaining strength and hurled the twin swords she gripped tightly in her hands! Normally, with her profound martial arts skills, she could have easily sent these two incredibly sharp swords flying a considerable distance, delivering a devastating blow to the enemy. However, now she was exhausted and far from the enemy, so she could only watch helplessly as the twin swords sliced ​​limply through the arm of a rebel soldier before falling slumped onto the cold, hard ground…

After completing all of this, Bai Mei's body had reached its limit. Every cell in her body was protesting, and every nerve was screaming. Her already pale face was now completely devoid of color, as if all her life force had been drained away.

She pressed one hand tightly against the gushing wound at her throat, trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. Blood gushed out from between her fingers like a burst dam, staining her fingers and sleeves red. Her body fell straight and stiffly backward, as if pushed down by an invisible force.

As her tall, slender body crashed heavily to the ground, she once again gushed out several mouthfuls of bright red blood. This blood, like blooming red plum blossoms, blossomed into a poignant flower beneath her. Her legs convulsed uncontrollably, as if in a final struggle against death.

Immediately afterwards, a warm liquid slowly flowed down her snow-white thighs. It was the last vestige of life in her body, accompanied by a strong, pungent, fishy stench that quickly spread throughout the surroundings. This stench permeated the air, instilling nausea and fear in those around them.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a heart-wrenching scream abruptly ceased! Bai Jie's already petite and delicate body lay limp and lifeless on the ground. Her body resembled a flower ravaged by a fierce wind, utterly pitiful.

Her body was covered in countless sharp arrows. These arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, relentlessly striking her fragile form. Her entire body was stained with glaring, scarlet blood, a horrifying sight. The blood stained her clothes, enveloping her in a terrifying crimson hue.

Even more unbearable to witness was that, due to such severe trauma, Bai Jie completely lost control of her body. Without warning, her lower body simultaneously gushed forth a torrent of urine and feces. This gruesome scene of incontinence, with urine and feces flowing freely, was utterly shameful and undignified. Her body became incredibly ugly and filthy at that moment, as if she had lost all dignity and respectability.

Her eyes were filled with despair and pain, a torment beyond words. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. The flame of her life gradually died out at that moment, as if swallowed by darkness, never to be rekindled.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoyan's entire body was already stained crimson with blood. Her chest, arms, and legs were riddled with countless arrows, deeply embedded in her flesh and bone. She appeared incredibly weak, her body swaying and trembling, on the verge of death. She gritted her teeth, desperately enduring the waves of pain coursing through her body. Using the longsword in her hand as a support, she managed to lift her head with all her might, slowly sweeping her gaze over the cold, ruthless faces of the traitors around her, some with gloating smiles. Her eyes were filled with deep resentment and an overwhelming sense of sorrow and despair.

In that breathtaking moment, the images and voices of her fallen comrades flooded her mind like a tidal wave. Their smiles and voices echoed in her mind, as if bidding her a final farewell. At the same time, the heroic figures of her sisters, who had fought alongside her not long ago, played out before her eyes like a movie. Their bravery and unwavering resilience were deeply imprinted in her heart.

And so, a poignant and deeply meaningful smile naturally bloomed on her paper-white face. This smile contained endless sorrow, helplessness, and resolve, as if it were her final farewell to the world. However, at that very moment, an enormous crossbow bolt, like a lightning bolt slicing through the sky, hurtled straight towards her with lightning speed! In an instant, the giant crossbow bolt pierced her vulnerable neck, as if it were nothing. A hoarse, piercing whimper escaped her throat, a sound like the wailing of a demon from the depths of hell, chilling to the bone. Then, a gush of scarlet blood gushed from her wound, flowing out like a volcanic eruption. The blood bloomed like flowers of blood, displaying an eerie and tragic beauty in the air.

"I...I hate it so much..." With these final words, brimming with resentment and hatred, Lin Xiaoyan finally exhausted her last remaining strength, letting out a low, suppressed roar—a roar that seemed to originate from the deepest depths of hell! This roar was filled with a chilling despair and a bone-deep resentment. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred, as if she wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. Her body slowly collapsed, merging with the blood on the ground, creating a heartbreaking scene.

In an instant, her broken body lurched forward, as if struck by an invisible force. Her body slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud, as if the whole world trembled.

Her eyes were wide open, her once bright pupils now dull and lifeless, like two lifeless gems. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only let out a weak sigh before fading into darkness.

At that very moment, a warm liquid was seeping steadily from her lower body. The liquid, like a pale yellow, warm, and foul-smelling torrent, spread rapidly, faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, it swelled into a vast ocean, like a massive reservoir about to burst its banks, surging and engulfing the boundless land beneath her.

Blood flowing from the neck and body mingled with a pale yellow, foul-smelling liquid, creating a horrifying scene. The thick, red liquid flowed across the ground, like a wound on the earth, constantly oozing blood, a testament to the passing of life. The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, making it hard to breathe.

Amidst the pool of blood and pale yellow liquid, her body appeared so small and fragile, as if it might be swallowed up by this powerful force at any moment. Her clothes were stained crimson with blood, blending seamlessly with the vast ocean, making them indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape.

The entire scene was like a horrifying painting, too gruesome to look at. The sight of blood and filth mixed together seemed like a desecration and mockery of life, making one deeply feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of death.

Bai Jie and Lin Xiaoyan lay lifeless on the ground, perfectly blending with the pervasive stench of blood and the atmosphere of death. In their empty, lifeless eyes, lingering resentment and sorrow remained, as if they were pouring out their grievances and helplessness to the world. Their deaths were so tragic and unbearable to witness, truly heartbreaking, and one couldn't help but feel deep sorrow and regret for the quiet departure of these two vibrant yet short-lived lives.

The setting sun, a fiery crimson, not only dyed half the sky crimson but also painted the site of two harrowing life-or-death battles a blood-red hue. The bodies of the six women lay silently there, though they had achieved their revenge, they could not escape the fate of being surrounded and annihilated by the enemy. The rebels, meanwhile, watched the scene unfold with indifferent expressions, methodically tidying up the chaotic battlefield, as if they had merely crushed six annoying little insects.

Their resurrection was breathtaking, like a phoenix rising from the ashes! It was not only a roar against the enemy, but also a struggle against the injustice of fate. Filled with endless hatred, they were determined to make those who had hurt them pay the price.

However, reality dealt them a heavy blow. Despite their successful rebirth, time was of the essence, and they had not yet fully recovered their strength. Faced with the still rampant poisonous smoke, their recently restored abilities had not seen a significant increase. At this moment, each of them deeply felt their own insignificance and powerlessness, as if they had been knocked to the ground by an invisible pressure.

This thrilling battle of resurrection and counterattack, though brief as a shooting star across the night sky, was filled with tragic grandeur. Six women—Lin Xiaowan, Lin Xuan, Lin Xiaohong, Lin Xiaoyan, Bai Jie, and Bai Mei—composed a poignant and moving ode with their lives. Sadly, this final song went unheard, fading silently into the vastness of the world amidst a rain of blood.

Meanwhile, the mastermind behind it all—the true rebel commander Guo Yu—coldly directed his soldiers to swarm forward. They mercilessly dragged the six dying women from the stage, trampling and ravaging them. These poor women, even with a sliver of life remaining, could not withstand the relentless, inhuman torture inflicted by these demonic soldiers. Finally, in the abyss of despair and agony, they breathed their last, their eyes wide open, dying with unfulfilled grievances…