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

That was a scene that would drive any tomb raider mad on the spot.

Jiang Han's boots, stained with the black blood of the Corpse Demon, slammed heavily onto the white terrazzo floor.

"clatter."

Crisp and ethereal.

It was no longer the dull sound of stepping on bronze or stone, but the kind of sound that could only be heard in the corridors of hospitals, schools, or government offices.

The fluorescent tubes overhead emitted a buzzing sound as they flickered on and off.

The stark white light shone on Jiang Han's face, which was covered in paint and bloodstains, making him look out of place.

It was like a demon crawling out of hell and suddenly barging into an office from the 80s.

"Where...where the hell is this?"

"I've traveled through time? Wasn't I just in the Qin Relic Heavenly Palace?"

"Bureau 749? 1x80 years? How could this lab be in an ancient tomb?!"

"Jiang Shen, don't leave! My proud little sister's hair is standing on end!"

The live stream chat exploded.

The fear brought about by this temporal and spatial distortion is a million times more terrifying than directly seeing a rice dumpling.

Jiang Han remained silent.

He carried the still-dripping black gold ancient sword and walked in step by step.

The corridor is lined with green-painted wainscoting, and the walls are covered with propaganda posters typical of that era.

Marching toward Science

For the sake of human immortality

A faint smell of ozone permeated the air, a distinctive odor emanating from high-powered electrical appliances.

Everything was so new.

It's so new, it looks like...the people here just got off work.

Jiang Han walked to a desk.

A yellowed notebook lay open on the table, next to a porcelain mug with a red five-pointed star printed on it.

Steam was still rising from the mouth of the teacup.

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

He reached out and gently touched the side of the teacup.

It's hot.

"hiss--"

Hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream could clearly hear Jiang Han gasp in shock.

"Hot?"

"Holy crap! Just poured?"

"Don't scare me! This place has been sealed off for forty years!"

"Are there still living people here?!"

Jiang Han turned around abruptly, holding the black gold ancient sword horizontally in front of his chest, staring intently at the empty corridor.

nobody.

Only the buzzing sound of the fluorescent light's current could be heard.

If there's no one here, then who poured this cup of tea?

Or perhaps... time is locked in this bizarre space?

"Click".

Just then, a slight mechanical turning sound broke the silence.

The sound was coming from an old-fashioned dual-cassette recorder on the corner of the table.

The tape is still spinning.

That sound just now was the tape reaching the end and automatically popping back up.

Jiang Han squinted, reached out and pressed the rewind button, then pressed play.

rustling...

After a piercing electrical crackling, a man's voice suddenly rang out!

Filled with utter despair and fear, as if there were blood and froth in their throats:

"It failed...it all failed!"

"They're not coexisting...they're devouring each other! That's a demon! We created a demon!"

"Don't open the door! Whatever you do, don't open the door!"

"Li Zhenx! You coward! You can't escape! You've got us all killed!!"

"ah--!!!"

Finally, there was a piercing, distorted scream, followed by the sound of bones being chewed up.

Click.

The recording abruptly stopped.

"plum?!"

"Holy crap! Isn't that the old general's name?"

"The director of Bureau 749? Is he in this recording?"

"It's chilling to think about! What exactly happened here back then?"

Jiang Han suddenly looked up at the drone's camera, her eyes as cold as knives.

"Old man."

"Aren't you going to explain?"

silence.

A full ten seconds passed before Jiang Han heard a heavy breathing sound in his earpiece.

That was Li Zhenhua's voice.

He looked old and trembled, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Jiang Han... step back."

Li Zhenhua's voice carried an unprecedented pleading tone.

"That's hell."

"That was...my sin."

Jiang Han gave a cold laugh.

"retreat?"

"We've come this far!"

"I've never known how to write the character for 'retreat'."

He yanked open the drawer of his desk.

There were no documents inside, only a large black-and-white group photo pressed under a glass plate.

In the photo, dozens of people wearing white lab coats and old military uniforms stand at the entrance of the laboratory, smiling broadly.

The young officer standing in the very center, brimming with confidence.

One can still vaguely see the current resemblance of Li Zhenhua in his eyes and brows.

That was him forty years ago.

And behind him, those people who were laughing...

There was something off about their eyes.

Too straightforward.

He stared straight at the camera, like... a dead man laughing.

"Expedition Team No. 0"

Jiang Han read aloud the words on the back of the photo.

"Everyone is missing and presumed dead."

"This must be your old comrade-in-arms?"

Jiang Han held the photo up to the camera, her tone menacing.

"Director Li, I'm afraid it's too late."

"Your old comrades... seem to miss you a lot."

"What?" Li Zhenhua's voice suddenly rose.

Jiang Han did not answer.

He simply turned around slowly and looked at the rows of huge observation windows on both sides of the corridor.

The originally transparent glass was now covered with a layer of white fog.

And now.

Behind that white mist.

It was covered with pale human faces!

They were wearing tattered white coats, their faces pressed against the glass, their features distorted by the pressure.

Dozens of dead fish eyes stared intently at Jiang Han in the corridor.

His mouth split open, all the way down to his ears.

It revealed the dense, serrated teeth inside.

"Thump."

The first sound of tapping on the glass rang out.

"Knock knock knock knock!"

Immediately afterwards, countless hands slammed against the glass, producing a dense, hair-raising bang!

[WARNING! High-energy biological reactions detected!]

[Warning! They... are hungry!]

Jiang Han gripped the knife tightly, a bloodthirsty, maniacal smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Director Li."

Your reminiscing session is over.

"Next, it's time for the physical ritual of deliverance."

—Click!

The glass in the first observation window is broken.