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

In an instant, crimson blood gushed out like a flood, splattering the air. It seemed as if the blood transformed into gorgeous yet poignant plum blossoms, blooming and dancing wantonly. Then, these "plum blossoms" fluttered down, slamming heavily onto the surrounding land, staining it a shocking crimson.

Lin Fei's shrill, desperate scream resounded through the air, seemingly piercing the endless darkness and terror. Her beautiful face was distorted by extreme agony, her once rosy cheeks now pale as paper, devoid of any color. Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, mixing with blood as they dripped onto the cold ground with a dull thud. Her body, pierced by numerous holes, hung between several wooden stakes, a gruesome sight.

At this moment, she was hanging alone in the middle of those thick wooden stakes. Her body had been ruthlessly pierced, and scarlet blood flowed out like a flood, quickly soaking the surrounding land and forming a shocking pool of blood.

Her shrill screams pierced the air, echoing endlessly in the empty surroundings, but it was all to no avail, unable to avert the tragic end before her eyes. Her once beautiful face, as beautiful as a flower, now twisted by unbearable pain, had become hideous and terrifying. The light of life gradually dimmed with the passage of time until it disappeared.

Finally, the seemingly boundless power within Lin Fei was forcibly drained away by an invisible giant hand, completely depleted. Then, her already delicate and fragile form slowly collapsed like a candle in the wind, a bloody mess covering her entire body, a horrific sight. She hung lifeless and helpless on the cold wooden stakes, motionless. Only the blood that continued to drip from the wounds, drop by drop, gently splashing onto the ground, making a soft but heartbreaking sound.

Looking back at her eyes, once clear and bright as water, they were like two glittering gems set in her fair face, gleaming brightly. However, at this moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with nothing but resentment and deep despair. The resentment burned like a flame, blazing brightly; the despair was like a bottomless abyss, dark and boundless.

Her eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, and every glance was like a silent cry, telling the world her strong accusation against the unfair arrangement of fate. This fate was like a merciless storm, destroying her delicate flower-like life; it was like cold frost, freezing all the beautiful longings and hopes in her heart.

This brutal, horrifying battle finally came to an end, and the final result was still Lin Fei's heartbreaking defeat.

On the battlefield, smoke billowed like a thick fog, obscuring the sky and making it nearly impossible to see the surroundings. Severed limbs and arms lay scattered about, like the remnants of a horrific nightmare. Blood flowed freely like a bursting dam, staining the once fertile land a shocking crimson.

In the vast, deep pit at the center of the battlefield, several rickety wooden stakes stood abruptly. Poor Lin Fei hung there, helpless and alone. Blood oozed from her wounds, dripping down her body and pooling on the ground in crimson pools. The scene was eerie, terrifying, and chilling.

A gentle breeze, like a ghost, silently swept across the deadly battlefield. Gentle as a mother's hand, it gently lifted Lin Fei's once neat, now tangled hair. However, this seemingly gentle touch didn't bring Lin Fei the slightest comfort. Instead, it was like a sharp dagger, mercilessly slicing through the last fragile layer of her heart's defenses, exposing her inner desolation and despair.

Even the last tear in her eye was mercilessly blown away by the wind. That tear, perhaps carrying all her pain and sorrow, vanished in the wind, leaving only two dry tear marks, deeply engraved on her pale cheeks, like two wounds that would never heal, becoming the eternal pain deep in her heart.

Who could have imagined that this young and beautiful general, on her first battlefield, would suffer such a devastating and tragic defeat? This should have been the most dazzling moment of her life, the perfect launching pad for her to shine brightly and achieve immortal feats. But fate seemed to play a cruel joke on her, transforming this moment, which should have been filled with hope and glory, into the darkest and most bleak one in her life.