bookrebus Chapter 180 Lin Li's Corpse
Chapter 180 Lin Li's Corpse
Lin Li, the peerless young general who had reached the Great Perfection of the Mystical Realm, once a dazzling beauty and high-spirited spirit, had now been reduced to a heartbreaking corpse. Her delicate body was now tightly bound by cold yet incomparably hard iron rings. Like a bird trapped in a cage, completely powerless to resist, she lay sprawled on an ancient execution platform shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
Recalling the past, she clad in thick, sturdy golden armor, clutching an impenetrable longsword. Her posture was as swift as a dragon, her aura as majestic as a rainbow. With every charge, she was like a god of war descending upon the earth, striking the enemy in fear and trembling with fear. But now, she was exposed before everyone, naked, without a single piece of clothing to cover her private parts. Her skin, once white as snow, now glowed with an eerie, almost pale glow under the cold, bright moonlight, as if the warmth and vitality of her body had been completely drained away.
Looking back at her eyes, once bright and lively, like the dazzling stars, they were now tightly closed, only her long, thick eyelashes still trembling slightly, as if a last trace of resentment against the injustice of fate and a deep sorrow remained. And her face, once so beautiful and charming, had now become as pale as paper, with traces of lingering tears crisscrossing it, like a painting of unparalleled poignancy and beauty, moving everyone who saw it, and involuntarily feeling a surge of pity.
A gentle breeze blew past, ruffling her messy hair and adding a touch of melancholy. She lay there quietly, like a withered flower, her former splendor vanishing into thin air, leaving only this forlorn and miserable appearance, a sigh that made one lament the fickleness and cruelty of fate.
Lin Li, the once-mighty young general, had passed away in a heartbreaking manner. Her delicate body lay on the eerie execution platform, tightly bound by cold, hard iron rings, powerless to resist.
Her skin, once as white as snow and as translucent as jade, now glowed palely in the moonlight, as if the vitality had been drained away. Her pale complexion was like frost in the dead of winter, cold and merciless, chilling one's heart.
The most shocking thing was the tragic sight of her bleeding from all seven orifices. Blood gushed out of her nose, mouth, ears, and eyes like a flood, like a crimson fountain, filling the air with a strong smell of blood.
Blood flowed from her nose like a stream, flowing down her nostrils and staining her pale cheeks red. Blood from her mouth gushed out like a spring, flowing from the corners of her mouth, forming shocking streaks of blood that dripped onto the ground, forming pools of bright red blood.
Blood trickled out of her ears, slowly flowing down her earlobes and staining her hair and collar red. The blood in her eyes flowed like tears, blurring her vision and filling her eyes with despair and pain.
Each drop of blood was like a broken heart, leaving deep streaks on her pale skin. These streaks crisscrossed like a strange scroll, telling of the endless pain she had endured. They were like the claws of a demon, wreaking havoc on her face, completely destroying her beauty and vitality.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still struggling in her dreams. Her once beautiful face had now turned pale as paper, devoid of any color. Tear marks still lingered, like two deep furrows carved into her cheeks, making one feel the sorrow for her plight.
A gentle breeze rustled past, ruffling her tousled hair like a flock of black butterflies fluttering around her. Instead of bringing a hint of warmth, this breeze only added to the feeling of desolation. She lay there quietly, like a withered flower, her former splendor vanishing into thin air, leaving only this forlorn and wretched appearance.
Her naked body was exposed before everyone's eyes, her once delicate frame now appearing so fragile and helpless. Her skin still bore traces of the bruises left by the poison, forming a stark contrast to her pale complexion. These bruises, like dark clouds, enveloped her, making her look even more terrifying.
In the silent night, Lin Li's voluptuous corpse seemed to become a timeless image, a reminder of the fickleness and cruelty of fate. Her passing was not only the passing of a life, but also the end of an era. The cruelty of the Baekje generals ultimately wiped out the nation at the hands of the Great Zhou, leaving no one alive. In this endless darkness, Lin Li's figure stood alone and forlorn, her story forever etched in our hearts.