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

Chapter 158 Lin Wan’s Tragic End

Lin Wan and Lin Rou were startled, but their bodies had already lost control. At the command of the Baekje city commander, Baekje soldiers rushed forward, dragging the limp Lin Wan and Lin Rou into the underground prison cell beneath the city gate. They tied them to the rack and stripped them naked. They joined the soldiers in humiliating Lin Wan and Lin Rou individually. Then, a group of ferocious executioners rushed forward like hungry tigers, tying Lin Wan and Lin Rou securely to sturdy and crude wooden donkeys. These wooden donkeys were meticulously crafted, covered in sharp iron nails and gruesome protrusions.

Then, accompanied by the deafening sound of gongs and drums and the shouts and curses of the crowd, the parade slowly set off. Lin Wan and Lin Rou were as pale as paper, their bodies trembling with fear, but they were unable to break free from the ropes that bound them.

Finally, the miserable procession arrived at the bustling Caishikou in the city, where countless onlookers had already gathered, watching the scene unfold with either curiosity or anger and hatred.

In the center of Caishikou, a massive, icy rack towered tall. It resembled a ferocious beast, its bloody maw gaping, waiting to devour a life. As Lin Wan and Lin Rou were dragged to the rack, the atmosphere was so tense that even the air seemed to freeze.

This bloody and cruel scene made everyone present shudder...

There was a dull, resounding "bang," like thunder exploding in the ears, a shudder in the heart. The burly, fleshy executioner, wearing a black mask, wielded a gleaming sword. Without a moment's hesitation, he struck. In an instant, the delicate frame of the twelve-year-old General Lin Wan trembled, her beautiful face drained of life.

In a flash, Lin Wan's head ripped free of her body like a ripe fruit falling from a branch, tumbling to the cold, hard ground. Simultaneously, a stream of crimson blood erupted from her slender, fair neck, gushing out like the surging lava of a volcanic eruption, gushing out like a fountain. The stream rose high, traced a startling arc through the air, and then rained down on the surrounding ground.

That once beautiful, vibrant head was now coated in dust and blood, rolling relentlessly on the ground. It left a trail of dark red trails in its wake, finally coming to a stop in the center of a thick pool of blood. Amazingly, despite being decapitated, Lin Wan's once clear, vibrant eyes remained wide open, staring intently ahead, as if intent on imprinting everything before her. Her gaze betrayed a hint of unyielding anger, as if issuing a final protest against this unjust world.

As Lin Wan's head tumbled to the ground, countless blood splattered everywhere, staining the once dry, yellow earth beneath her feet red. For a moment, the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, making people nauseous.

The atmosphere on the execution platform instantly fell into a deathly silence, so still that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone present was stunned by this horrific scene, their mouths and eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief and horror. But then, a moment later, the crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers. These sounds, some shrill and piercing, some deep and raucous, blended together to form a symphony of death steeped in irony.

Lin Wan's headless body, like a puppet without support, slowly toppled backward. Her white battle robe, already stained crimson with blood, fluttered gently in the breeze like a blood-stained battle flag. As her body finally slumped to the ground, more blood flowed from the wounds, quickly gathering into a stream that meandered across the earth. The vibrant crimson, like the sorrowful tears shed by Mother Earth for this brave and fearless girl, silently spoke of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

At that moment, a gentle breeze quietly blew across the execution ground, carrying with it a hint of coolness and an endless sense of sadness. Lin Wan's lonely head lay quietly in a pool of blood, letting the wind gently ruffle her messy hair. Her eyes, never closing, stared straight up at the sky, as if she was pouring out her heartfelt resentment and the enormity of her injustice.