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

Jiang Han's hand rested on the cold car door handle.

That feeling was strange.

It felt like pressing a piece of raw meat straight from the freezer onto a plate.

This car is not rusty.

In this sea of ​​death, where even steel can be weathered to dust, it has remained exactly as it was forty years ago.

"Squeak—"

The car door was opened.

A musty smell mixed with a faint sandalwood scent wafted towards me.

There was no stench of rotting corpses.

There was a person sitting in the driver's seat.

Or rather, it was a skeleton dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform.

His hand bones were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his finger bones embedded in the rubber from the excessive force.

His head was bowed, as if he were desperately trying to drive the car away before he died.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The old-fashioned radio in the car suddenly started playing.

Jiang Han's muscles tensed instantly.

That wasn't the sound of electricity.

That was a song.

A song that's sickeningly sweet, yet feels incredibly eerie in this setting.

"Sweet...your smile is so sweet..."

Teresa Teng's voice echoed through the vast desert, accompanied by the sight of empty eye sockets and white bones, sending chills down one's spine.

"Just died?"

Jiang Han reached out and touched the military uniform on the skeleton.

The fabric is very brittle; it will break at the slightest touch.

But where does this radio get its electricity?

His gaze fell on the passenger seat.

There was a marching logbook with a cowhide cover.

Jiang Han picked it up and turned to the last page.

The handwriting was very messy, as if it had been written by someone in extreme fear and turbulence:

"October 14th. We found the entrance."

"It's not on the ground."

"It's underground."

"That's... a ship belonging to the Ghost Cave Clan."

"Don't go down! It's the sea below! It's..."

The writing abruptly ends here.

Finally, there was a long drag mark, like a pen slipping from someone's hand.

"ocean?"

Jiang Han frowned.

Is there a sea beneath the Taklamakan Desert?

What kind of international joke is this?

Just then...

Rumbling--

The ground suddenly began to shake violently.

It wasn't the kind of earthquake that makes you sway from side to side, but rather a feeling of falling!

The feeling of weightlessness came over me instantly!

"Jiang Shen, watch your step!"

"Holy crap! Quicksand!"

"It's a trap! A huge trap!"

Centered on the military vehicle, the sandy ground within a radius of 100 meters suddenly began to collapse like a funnel.

The sand flowed wildly towards the center, forming a huge vortex.

At the deepest part of the vortex, a giant mouth covered with barbs suddenly opened!

That wasn't an ordinary quicksand pit.

Those are desert antlions!

A giant antlion, big enough to swallow a truck!

"roar--!"

A deep roar came from underground.

A tremendous suction force pulled the military vehicle and Jiang Han towards that mouth.

"Want to eat me?"

Unlike most people, Jiang Han didn't panic and try to climb out.

Instead, he released his grip on the car door.

This diary says the entrance is underground.

Let's go down and take a look!

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Han kicked the military vehicle, using the momentum to flip over in mid-air.

Instead of grabbing onto the rocks on the shore, he plunged headfirst into the center of the quicksand whirlpool like a cannonball!

However, he avoided the giant mouth and squeezed into the crevice beside it.

dark.

Endless darkness.

The body plummeted rapidly through the sand.

The feeling was like countless hands groping and squeezing every bone in your body.

About half a minute later.

"Thump!"

A loud bang.

The feeling of falling has disappeared.

What remained was a bone-chilling cold.

water!

It really is water!

Jiang Han quickly surfaced from the water, panting heavily.

He wiped the water from his face and turned on the tactical spotlight above his head.

A beam of light pierced the darkness.

The sight before him made even Jiang Han, a ruthless man accustomed to grand scenes, gasp in astonishment.

This is a huge underground cavern space.

It's at least two hundred meters high, with stalactites hanging overhead like swords.

Beneath him lay a vast, seemingly endless underground river.

The river was as black as ink, without a single ripple, terrifyingly desolate.

This is the legendary Zidu Dark River!

On the river surface.

A ship was quietly moored.

A huge, wooden, ancient ship, as tall as a five-story building!

The hull was rotten and blackened, covered with green seaweed and barnacles.

A tattered black flag flew from the bow of the ship.

The flag is embroidered with a huge, red eye totem!

The eyeballs were painted with extreme realism; under the flashlight beam, they seemed to be coldly staring at Jiang Han.

"Snap! Snap!"

The severed hand inside Jiang Han's backpack suddenly began to tremble violently.

It pointed to the ship.

Pointing frantically.

"Found it."

Jiang Han swam over, grabbed the tattered rope ladder hanging from the side of the boat, and climbed onto the deck in a few quick movements.

The deck was empty except for the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the masts.

Is anyone there?

Jiang Han called out.

No one answered.

Only echoes rippled across the empty river.

He took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped.

On the deck at the bow of the ship stood a person.

The man had his back to Jiang Han, wearing a dark blue hoodie, and carrying a long, rectangular package on his back.

The shape of that package...

Too familiar.

That's the shape of the Black Gold Ancient Sword!

Jiang Han's heart skipped a beat.

hoodie.

Black Gold Ancient Sword

Only one person in the world has this kind of attire.

"The old captain?"

Jiang Han tentatively called out.

His hand was already gripping the hilt of the knife.

The figure moved.

He slowly turned around.

His movements were stiff, like a rusty machine.

When that person turned around completely.

The live stream chat was instantly cleared.

Everyone covered their mouths in fright.

Jiang Han's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

That person was wearing Zhang Qiling's clothes.

Carrying Zhang Qiling's sword on his back.

but.

His face... had no features!

No eyes, no nose, no mouth.

There was only a smooth, pale patch of skin!

At the center of that skin, a pitch-black vortex was slowly rotating, as if it could devour all light!

"you……"

Jiang Han was about to speak.

The faceless man suddenly raised his hand and pointed behind Jiang Han.

A cold, icy voice suddenly rang in Jiang Han's mind:

Don't look back.

"It's...on your back."