readytorunbook Chapter 773 Lin Ping's hedgehog-like appearance on the mass grave
Chapter 773 Lin Ping's hedgehog-like appearance on the mass grave
"Alright, Brother Wang!" the two younger men replied in unison and quickly got to work. They searched around and finally found a dilapidated cart. The cart looked worn and weathered, as if it hadn't been used for a long time, but now it was being used to transport the corpse.
Without a second thought, the two men tossed Lin Ping's lifeless, naked body onto the cart as if it were a dead dog. The body lurched violently on the rough, uneven planks due to the rough handling. Just then, a small object slipped silently from Lin Ping's disheveled hair – a delicate silver hairpin, exquisitely carved with a vibrant plum blossom.
The silver hairpin fell silently to the ground, making a soft, crisp sound as it struck the hard earth. However, the surrounding noise drowned out this subtle sound, so no one present noticed it.
With a series of piercing creaks, the dilapidated cart carrying Lin Ping's lifeless body slowly moved forward, gradually disappearing into the boundless darkness of the night. A silence and mystery remained, shrouding this place where the tragedy had once taken place.
Standing beside the trap, Brother Wang gestured to his men to retrieve the rope tied to the tree. Then, he personally gathered up some scattered dead branches and leaves and threw them forcefully into the trap, attempting to cover up any traces left behind. After doing this, Brother Wang led his men away hastily, as if the terrifying scene they had just experienced was merely an illusion, never having truly existed.
The night wind continued to blow across the land, bringing a slight chill. The dust stirred up by the wind slowly accumulated, gradually covering the lone plum blossom silver hairpin lying on the ground, causing it to completely merge into the embrace of the night…
In that desolate and ruined place west of the city, wild grass grew rampant, like a group of hideous and twisted monsters baring their fangs and claws; countless white bones were scattered everywhere, as if telling a terrifying story of the past—this was the infamous mass grave! Yet, in this eerie and terrifying place, Lin Ping's naked and lifeless corpse was carelessly abandoned at the foot of a ditch. Several wild dogs with keen senses of smell seemed to have caught the strong stench of blood in the air. They circled the area from a distance, occasionally letting out low, suppressed whimpers, as if they were terrified and uneasy by the gruesome scene before them. At this moment, a light drizzle began to fall from the previously clear sky, and a chill crept in from all directions, making people shiver. The icy raindrops relentlessly pounded on Lin Ping's still wide-open face, washing away the remaining bloodstains on her cheeks... but they could not dispel the eternal deathly stillness and resentment in her eyes.
Lin Ping's leather breastplate had been stripped off, leaving her covered in arrows like a hedgehog. While her upper body, protected by the breastplate, remained unpierced by arrows in the chest, two arrows pierced her throat, gushing blood that stained her neck and chest. Her bare shoulders and collarbone were also riddled with arrows. A dense barrage of arrows had riddled her exposed abdomen, turning it into a hedgehog's shell. Over fifty arrows pierced her navel and lower abdomen, tearing her stomach apart; her intestines and internal organs spilled out, a gruesome sight scattered around her body.
Her back was riddled with arrows, some piercing her chest, each deeply embedded in her body as if to tear her to pieces. More than thirty arrows pierced her back, some even reaching her heart in her chest. Blood gushed from her back, staining it and the surrounding ground crimson. When she was first struck, her body trembled, each breath accompanied by a painful groan, as if telling of the immense suffering she had endured.
At that moment, her eyes were filled with endless despair and a deep sense of helplessness, as if the whole world had abandoned her. Her once incredibly beautiful and charming face, like a fairy descended from heaven, was now grotesque and unrecognizable due to extreme pain.
Her lips had lost their natural rosy color, turning deathly pale, like a thin sheet of paper, as if a gust of wind could carry them away; or like a flower about to wither and die, devoid of any vitality—as if the breath of life was slowly draining away from her body...
Finally, the two deadly arrows mercilessly pierced her fragile throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Lin Ping's eyes froze instantly, but before she breathed her last, she was still unwilling to die like this. So, with all her strength, she opened her already dry and hoarse mouth and stuck out her small and cute tongue, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, it was too late.
A low growl escaped her throat, filled with pain and resentment. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her chin to the ground, forming a gruesome pool. Her eyes were wide open, revealing both fear of death and a lingering attachment to this world.
Her body began to convulse, her hands clutching her throat, trying to stop the bleeding. But the two deadly arrows were already deeply embedded in her body; her efforts were futile. Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, each breath a final struggle against death.
Time flies, and the years slip by. Lin Ping's once warm body is gradually being eroded by the chill until it completely loses its warmth. At this moment, her wide eyes are still fixed on the front, showing no sign of closing. On her face, there is still a faint, indescribable smile, as if she wants to tell the world about the endless resentment and unwillingness in her heart.
Finally, after a long and agonizing struggle, Lin Ping's body, as if having exhausted all its strength, slowly came to a stop. Her breathing grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely; her heartbeat also stopped abruptly like a broken string on a harp—thus, this woman's life came to an end.
She lay there quietly, like a withered flower, poignant and beautiful yet evoking pity. A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling a few strands of her hair, making the scene all the more desolate and sorrowful.