Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

The hand lifted the curtain.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit from the 1980s walked out of the tent.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly combed, and there were two pens tucked into his breast pocket.

He looks like a retired cadre who has just finished get off work.

If you ignore his deathly pale face, as white as paper, and his eyes that have no pupils and are all white.

"Are you... Old Wang?"

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, but did not put down the knife in his hand.

The Qilin bloodline within him was frantically issuing warnings, telling him that the thing before him was extremely dangerous!

"It's me, it's me!"

The man called Lao Wang pushed up his glasses, and his tone suddenly became agitated.

"You're from the rescue team, right? Great! Finally, someone's here!"

"Quick! Take me out of here!"

"Something's wrong here! This place...it eats people!"

As he spoke, he stumbled and ran toward Jiang Han.

He looked like a drowning person who had seen hope in despair.

The comments section erupted in gasps of surprise.

"Holy crap! Is that really a living person?"

"He's still alive after thirty years? That's impossible!"

"Watch out, Jiang Shen! This guy's walking posture is weird!"

Jiang Han could see it, of course.

Old Wang ran very fast, but the grass under his feet didn't even bend!

His feet were suspended about one centimeter above the blades of grass!

It's like a... ghost with a faulty texture.

"stop."

Jiang Han coldly uttered two words.

He slightly raised the black gold ancient sword in his hand, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Old Wang's brow.

"Take one more step and I'll perform a physical ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife."

Old Wang slammed on the brakes.

He stared at the black knife that emanated a strong murderous aura, a look of terror on his face.

"Comrade! What are you doing! I'm a human being!"

"I am Wang Kaixuan from the national archaeological team! I have my credentials!"

He frantically reached into his pocket, pulled out a small red notebook, and handed it to him with trembling hands.

Jiang Han did not answer.

He just stared at Old Wang's face, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Kaixuan, right?"

"Then tell me, why is that mole on your face moving?"

"What?"

Old Wang was taken aback and subconsciously touched his face.

In that very instant.

A terrifying scene unfolded.

Old Wang's facial features actually began to slowly twitch, like a melting wax figure!

Her once flat nose began to straighten, her single eyelids became double eyelids, and even her black-rimmed glasses were slowly disappearing!

That face is becoming more and more like... Jiang Han!

"Holy crap! He's changing his expression!"

"The uncanny valley effect is kicking in! This looks so much like Jiang Shen!"

"What the hell is this thing?!"

"So... this is what you look like."

Old Wang's voice has changed.

It was no longer the hoarse voice from before, but had become clear and cold, exactly like Jiang Han's voice!

He lowered his hand, and the look of fear and pleading on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a strange smile, as if he had seen through everything.

"Is this... materialization?"

"Old Wang," sporting Jiang Han's face, tilted his head, looking at his hands as if admiring a new outfit.

"As long as you have an impression of me in your mind, as long as you feel curiosity or fear towards me..."

"I can become you."

"And then...replace you."

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed.

Materialization!

These are the core rules of the Qinling Mountains mentioned in the archives!

Visualizing the subconscious!

This monster is reading his memories and using his subconscious to reshape itself!

"That's interesting."

Jiang Han wasn't afraid at all; instead, she laughed.

He laughed even more wildly than that ghostly thing.

"Want to become me?"

"Do you know that becoming like me comes at a price?"

"cost?"

"Old Wang" laughed, but his laughter was somewhat sinister.

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a dying cancer patient!"

"Actually, you've been dead for a long time, haven't you?"

"The real Jiang Han died long ago on that crashed plane."

"What you are seeing now is nothing more than a revolving lantern display before your death..."

As he finished speaking...

The thick fog around them suddenly began to churn violently.

Click!Click!

Countless twisted metal fragments sprang up out of thin air from the mist.

That was... a crashed transport plane!

Flames, thick smoke, and explosions instantly enveloped Jiang Han!

A strong sense of weightlessness and burning sensation washed over him, as if he had truly returned to the moment of the plane crash!

This is psychological suggestion!

He is exploiting Jiang Han's deepest subconscious fears to cause real harm!

If Jiang Han believed it, or if Jiang Han doubted whether she was really dead.

Then he will really die here!

"Trying to manipulate me?"

Jiang Han stood motionless amidst the raging flames.

His golden eyes suddenly lit up, like two searchlights piercing the darkness.

"Unfortunately, you've miscalculated."

"The thing I believe in least in my life is fate!"

Clang!

The black gold ancient sword let out a magnificent dragon roar.

Jiang Han didn't waste any words with this bastard, nor did he engage in any psychological game.

He only made one move.

Draw your sword.

cut!

"die!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, rang out.

The black blade light instantly tore through the fiery illusion before them, and with an unstoppable momentum, it slashed fiercely at the "fake Jiang Han"!

"No! You can't kill me!"

"Old Wang" screamed in terror, his voice becoming sharp and piercing.

"I am your subconscious! I am a part of you! Killing me will turn you into an idiot!"

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Jiang Han's knife didn't even pause for a moment.

Fuck your subconscious!

"In my subconscious, there's only one thing I want: for you to die!"

puff!

The sound of a blade slicing through flesh was so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

There were no obstacles.

The monster with Jiang Han's face was neatly split in two from head to crotch!

No blood gushed out.

Splash!

The two halves of the body disintegrated into countless green liquids the moment they fell to the ground.

That's... bronze liquid!

The bronze liquid, emitting a strong, fishy stench, had spilled all over the ground and was still sizzling.

The surrounding flames and aircraft wreckage shattered and vanished like bubbles at that moment.

The camp returned to its deathly silence.

Only the campfire was still crackling.

Jiang Han sheathed his sword and coldly stared at the pool of liquid on the ground.

"Since you're a ghost, then be a ghost properly."

"Don't try to be pretentious."

however.

The matter is not over.

Instead of seeping into the ground, the pool of bronze liquid seemed to come alive, quickly gathering together and turning into a thin green stream.

Whoosh!

It slithered like a snake, quickly flowing towards the towering tree behind the camp.

Jiang Han suddenly looked up.

The moment the bark of the large tree came into contact with the molten bronze, it began to peel off in large flakes.

Click, click.

The bark has all fallen off.

Its true form was revealed.

That's not wood at all.

That's... bronze!

A massive bronze tree trunk, over five meters in diameter, stands amidst the mist, its surface covered with dense cloud and thunder patterns and ferocious beast-face designs.

And in the very center of the tree trunk, three meters above the ground.

It's embedded with half of a golden mask that's not yet fully formed!

The mask only covered half a face, but the overwhelming imperial pressure caused the Qilin bloodline within Jiang Han to boil to its peak instantly!

【Ding! 】

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