OBS Chapter 328: Four women from the Great Zhou Dynasty were paraded naked through the streets. Yu Lingn
Chapter 328: Four women from the Great Zhou Dynasty were paraded naked through the streets. Yu Lingn
Chapter 328: Four women from the Great Zhou paraded naked corpses through the streets: Yu Lingna's head and Sharla's naked corpse
At this moment, Yu Lingna's horrifying head was hanging high on the city wall. Everything around seemed to stop at this moment, and time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment.
Her eyes, wide open, were like two balls of blazing flames, filled with resentment and resentment that seemed to burst forth. She stared fixedly ahead, as if to burn away all the injustice and evil in the world with her fiery gaze.
Once, that touch of blue lip gloss, like twinkling stars in the night sky, radiated an enchanting glow, becoming a unique symbol of her beauty. Yet, at this moment, as if possessed by a demon, it became a malevolent curse. It exuded an aura both alluring and eerie, chilling and chilling.
Her lips parted slightly, the graceful curves now appearing weak and fragile. A small, delicate tongue glimmered from her mouth, like a dying flower, swaying precariously in the wind. It seemed to be making a final, futile struggle, desperately trying to shout out the scream that had been strangled in its throat. But no matter how hard it tried, the sound seemed trapped in an invisible cage, unable to break free.
Looking at her once charming and charming face, it had completely lost its former radiance. Resentment surged through her heart like a tide, filling every inch of her skin and completely drowning her features. It was her unyielding resistance against a cruel fate, the rage burning deep within her heart, her furious accusation against this unfair world! Her eyes were tightly closed, her brow furrowed, as if she were using all her strength to resist the pressure of fate. But even so, the wheel of fate continued to roll relentlessly forward, mercilessly crushing all her hopes and dreams.
Her beauty was like a delicate flower that had been heartlessly abandoned, shivering alone in the biting cold wind, its petals falling one by one, gradually withering. Its once vibrant colors gradually faded, leaving only a dull and lifeless body. But even in this miserable state, that unique beauty could easily penetrate the softest and most fragile places in people's hearts, making people involuntarily feel a strong sense of pity.
Then there were the sapphire lip ring and the sapphire tongue ring set into her tiny tongue, like two dazzling stars twinkling in the night sky. They hung quietly above her pale, bloodless face, emitting a last, faint yet dazzling glow. This light seemed to whisper of her past glory and moments of splendor, yet at the same time, it seemed to mock her present, tragic fate. The light, so dazzling and brilliant, also emanated a chilling chill, like her heart, already shattered and shattered, never to be put back together again.
Yet, all this was only a final moment of glory. Her head had been ruthlessly severed, her former glory like a shattered mirror, never to be put back together again. Her beauty and pride vanished with the passing of life, leaving only the mark of humiliation, deeply engraved on her head, an eternal testimony. That mark, like an unhealable scar, serves as a constant reminder of the injustice and pain she endured.
Yu Lingna's face lost its former radiance, becoming pale and distorted, as if expressing the agony and unwillingness before her death. Thus, Yu Lingna's head was placed on the city wall, displaying her pain and regret!
The scene slowly shifted, finally focusing on the parade. This time, the one mercilessly paraded was none other than Sharla's horrifying naked corpse. Sharla was no ordinary being, a peak-level expert who had reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm! Yet, such a formidable figure met a profoundly unfair fate—a surprise attack by the Eastern Roman Emperor, a terrestrial immortal, resulting in her death and even her brutal decapitation.
It must be said that Sharla was truly a supremely aggrieved master of the Heavenly Realm. At that moment, all the onlookers could see was her naked, bruised body. Blood flowed continuously from her neck and thighs, like streams of crimson, telling of the horror and unbearable events of the previous night. The bruises and purple marks on her body, like hideous faces, bore witness to her tragic end and the endless humiliation she had endured.
Even more tragic was that as the wooden donkey cart slowly moved forward, Sharla's body also began to shake and sway. Each shake was like a cruel torture, mercilessly torturing her lifeless body.
Her body swayed violently to the rhythm of the wooden donkey cart. Each time she was thrown high into the air, she felt weightless, floating lightly into the air. But then she was brought down heavily, as if the entire world were collapsing. Each rise and fall was like torture, mercilessly tearing at her wounds, and blood gushed out like a flood.
Blood from the constant injuries in her lower body flowed down her thighs, forming streams of crimson. They flowed on the cold ground, like a tragic song of life, a melody of despair. Drop after drop, blood fell to the ground, creating tiny splashes of blood. The moment the blood flowers bloomed, they resembled broken hearts, filled with endless pain and sorrow. They permeated the air, forming a thin blood mist, as if telling of her former glory and honor.
Her once lofty and invincible dignity as the top female general of the Great Zhou Dynasty had now been completely trampled upon. Her body was in tatters, her once gorgeous leather armor now tattered and stained with blood and dust.
In this tragic scene, Sarah's soul seemed to tremble in agony. Her naked body lay motionless on the wooden cart, devoid of any signs of life, swaying passively up and down with the cart's movements, while being constantly insulted and humiliated by the Roman people.
"Look at this once arrogant female general. Now she is just a corpse that can be manipulated by anyone!" A man with a fat face spat at Sharla's body.
"That's right. He was at the great perfection of the heavenly realm, yet he was easily killed by our emperor!" An old woman shouted in a shrill voice, and stretched out her hand to twist Sharla's thigh hard.
"Bitch, you're still so seductive even after you die!" A young woman cursed jealously, picking up a stone on the ground and throwing it at Sharla's body.
People in the crowd kept throwing rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at Sharla's scarred body. A few naughty children joined in the fun, poking her with small sticks.
"You invaded our Rome, and this is what happens to you!" A strong man shouted as he kicked the wooden donkey cart hard. Sharla's body shook violently and blood splattered even farther.
The insults, jeers, and curses of the people intertwined, seemingly drowning out the last shred of dignity Sharla had left. She could only endure it all silently, gradually losing the last shred of her former glory amidst the humiliation of the crowd.
Suddenly, a man with disheveled hair and a crazed look in his eyes rushed out, clutching a rusty dagger. He shouted, "She's the one who destroyed my family! I want her body torn to pieces!" He stabbed at Sharla's body, the sharp blade slicing through her flesh, sending blood gushing out again. The surrounding people, seeing this, far from trying to stop her, roared with even greater excitement. "Kill her! Kill this demon!" someone in the crowd shouted, as if this would vent all their hatred. Others began pulling at Sharla's body, attempting to tear it off the wooden donkey cart and humiliate it. For a moment, the scene spiraled into chaos and frenzy. Sharla's body was torn into pieces by the crowd's attacks. Sharla could hardly have imagined such a tragic end, suffering such humiliation even after death, without the slightest respect.
Just as everyone's frenzy reached its peak, the sky suddenly became overcast and a fierce wind howled. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud bang, as if the heavens were speaking out for Sharla. The sound hurt everyone's ears, and some of the more timid people began to retreat in fear.
However, this did not stop the crazy Romans. A fat middle-aged man squeezed to the front and said viciously: "This bitch is dead and still wants to scare people. I will cut her flesh into pieces today!" As he said that, he picked up a long knife and was about to chop at Sharla's body.
The obese man's knife pierced Sharla's lower abdomen, hitting her belly button. He quickly pulled the knife out. As the knife was pulled out, a stream of blood spurted out from Sharla's belly button, splashing the obese man's face. But he was even happier, pleased that he had pierced Sharla's belly button. Everyone watched intently, screaming and cheering. They all praised the man's excellent knife skills, saying he had dealt another heavy blow to the Great Zhou female general. They probably thought Sharla's soul would tremble at this blow!
However, nothing could be undone; her life had already come to an end. Her body, tightly bound to the donkey of the wooden cart, her blood stained the ground beneath her. That scarlet stain, like the final tinge of her life, was deeply imprinted on the land. Only this heartbreaking scene remained, forever etched in the minds of the generals and civilians of the Great Zhou and its overseas territories, this once-top female general will be remembered forever. But they will also recall her gruesome death and fate.