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

"Squeak—"

Jiang Han pushed open a half-closed wooden door.

The rusty hinges made a hissing sound that carried far in the deathly atmosphere.

It's warm inside.

The kang (heated brick bed) was burning brightly, and something was bubbling and steaming in a large iron pot on the stove.

An elderly woman wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket was sitting on a small stool with her back to the door, chopping vegetables.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board was rhythmic.

One, one, another.

"An elderly person?"

Jiang Han stood at the door, but did not go in.

His golden eyes have been activated.

In his view, the room was not a warm orange color.

Instead, it was a bleak grayish-white.

The old woman had no warmth whatsoever.

Her body temperature was as low as the frozen ground outside.

Upon hearing the sound, the old lady stopped chopping vegetables.

She did not turn around.

Instead, she slowly turned her head, little by little.

180 degrees.

Her neck seemed boneless, twisting directly behind her back.

It was a kind face.

His face was covered in wrinkles, but he had a kind smile on his lips.

But that smile was just too perfect.

Because the angles of the two corners of their mouths are exactly the same, as if they were measured with a ruler.

Moreover, she didn't blink.

Not even once.

"Young man...have you eaten?"

The old lady spoke up.

The sound was very soft and ethereal.

It felt like it was coming from inside the stomach, not from the throat.

As she spoke, the red stitches on the back of her neck twitched like a centipede.

Jiang Han looked at her.

Or rather, looking at what's wriggling beneath her skin.

"I'm not going to eat."

Jiang Han placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"I'm just curious, where did you buy that suit of yours?"

"The size seems a bit too tight."

The old lady's smile froze.

Her eyes suddenly sunken.

Two clumps of black, viscous liquid, resembling tar, flowed from their eye sockets.

"You noticed..."

"You figured it out!!!"

"puff!"

The old woman's mouth suddenly opened wide.

That's not a range of motion that humans can achieve.

His entire jaw dislocated and drooped down to his chest.

A black tentacle covered in barbs shot out of her mouth, heading straight for Jiang Han's face.

[System notification: Creature detected: Shadowfiend.]

[Source: Mutants from the biological experiments of the Japanese Army's Unit 73X during World War II.]

[Characteristics: Devours flesh and blood, parasitizes skin, fears light and fire.]

[Hazard Level: A.]

"Nausea."

Jiang Han turned her head to the side.

The tentacle flew past his ear and stuck to the door frame.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

How much force was that?

If this were stuck in someone's face, it could suck out their brains.

"Zheng—"

The black gold ancient sword was drawn.

The blade flashed like lightning.

The tentacle was abruptly severed.

What gushed out from the broken end was not blood, but black smoke.

"ah--!!!"

The old woman let out a heart-wrenching scream.

That wasn't a human voice.

It sounds more like the cry of a dying insect.

Her body began to swell violently, like an inflated balloon.

The skin became transparent, revealing countless black shadows darting wildly beneath.

"Bang!"

The skin quickly burst open.

Countless dark figures scattered and fled.

But Jiang Han didn't give them a chance.

"Qilin Fire!"

He waved his left hand.

A ball of golden flame shot out from his hand, transforming into a net of fire that enveloped all the dark figures.

Zizizi!

The shadowy figure twisted and struggled in the flames before finally turning to ashes.

But this is just the beginning.

The old woman's screams rang out.

The whole village... came back to life.

The human skins that were originally hanging on the clothesline suddenly swelled up like they were being inflated.

They floated down from the rope and took root where they landed.

Some became old farmers holding hoes, some became women holding children, and some became children jumping around.

Hundreds of "people" surrounded them from all directions.

They were all laughing.

That stiff, painted-on smile.

"Outsider..."

"Stay..."

"Leave your skin behind..."

Countless voices overlapped, creating a chilling wave of sound.

I can't bear to look at the comments in the live stream anymore.

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream..."

"This is too creepy! Chinese horror is the best!"

"Jiang Shen, run! How are we supposed to fight this? It's full of monsters!"

"Run? Does the word 'run' even exist in Jiang Shen's dictionary?"

Jiang Han did not run away.

As he watched the "skin men" gather around him, the golden light in his eyes grew stronger.

"A bunch of wandering ghosts, daring to block the way?"

He held the black gold ancient sword horizontally in front of him.

He lightly ran his finger along the blade.

The blood of the Qilin seeped into the blade.

boom!

A golden fire dragon ignited on the black blade.

"kill!"

Jiang Han rushed out.

This is a massacre.

It is also a ritual of deliverance.

His figure weaved through the monsters, so fast that only a blur could be seen.

Every slash was accompanied by the rupture of a skin.

The black shadow had barely emerged when it was burned to nothingness by the Qilin fire attached to the blade.

"Sizzle!"

Jiang Han cleaved a "strong man" in two with a single stroke.

With a backhand kick, he smashed a "kid".

He showed no mercy whatsoever.

Because he knew that these people were no longer human.

They were just clothes worn by monsters.

A burnt smell permeated the air.

That's the smell of burning leather and grease.

The entire village was engulfed in flames.

The leather figures danced and sang amidst the flames, emitting sharp howls.

It was like a bonfire party in hell.

"That's enough!"

A loud shout came from the center of the village.

The ground shook.

The "village chief," who had been sitting at the village entrance smoking his pipe, suddenly stood up.

His body began to swell wildly.

The leather figures around him swarmed toward him and burrowed into his body.

Fusion.

Superimposed.

In the blink of an eye.

A giant, three meters tall and made of countless human skins sewn together, appeared before Jiang Han.

Its body is covered in faces.

Hundreds of faces were crammed together, their expressions painful and distorted.

A huge mouth split open on its belly.

There were no teeth inside, only countless wriggling black shadows.

"I'm going to...eat you!"

The giant strode heavily toward Jiang Han.

Each step he took left a deep crater in the ground.

It opened its enormous mouth on its belly, attempting to swallow Jiang Han whole.

"Combined?"

Jiang Han gave a cold laugh.

He sheathed his sword.

"Let's see if your skin is thicker or my hands are harder."

He did not dodge.

Instead, they charged straight at the giant.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by that giant mouth.

Jiang Han stopped.

He raised his right arm.

The Qilin arm, covered in black and gold scales, appeared both ferocious and sacred in the firelight.

"Open it... for me!"

Jiang Han's right hand went directly into the giant's mouth.

He ignored the shadowy figures that were frantically gnawing at him.

He grabbed the largest, dark core located deep within the giant's chest cavity.

"Got you?"

Jiang Han suddenly revealed a cruel smile.

The Qilin Arm exerts its power.

Bring your five fingers together.

Gravitational field erupts!

"Bang!!!"

It's like popping a water-filled balloon.

The core black shadow exploded directly in Jiang Han's hand.

Without the control of its core, the enormous, skin-like giant collapsed instantly.

Countless human skins fell like snowflakes.

The black smoke dissipated.

Jiang Han stood amidst the ruins.

He was still holding a black crystal in his hand.

That is the essence of the Shadowfiend.

He casually tossed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

It tastes a bit like burnt rubber, but it's very nutritious.

The village has been burned down.

A patch of scorched earth was revealed.

It's located in the village chief's cellar.

A huge, metal gate, overgrown with weeds and covered in rust, was revealed.

On the gate, there was that familiar sign—a yellow radiation warning.

There is also a line of Japanese text and a code that is now blurred and illegible:

【73X-B - Living Warehouse】

Jiang Han walked to the front gate.

He reached out and wiped away the dust.

"Found it."

He drew his black gold ancient sword and plunged it fiercely into the crack in the door.

"Creak—"

Accompanied by a creaking, twisting metallic sound.

He managed to pry open a crack in this door that had been sealed for seventy years.

A chilling draft escaped from the crack in the door.

It's even colder than the Greater Khingan Mountains outside.

It was a chilling cold that could freeze the soul.

Jiang Han pushed open the door.

Behind the door is a tunnel leading deep underground.

On both sides of the tunnel are thick ice walls.

And inside that crystal-clear ice wall.

Thousands of soldiers dressed in World War II uniforms were frozen in place.

They stood at attention, holding Type 38 rifles in their hands.

They are like a ghost army ready to go into battle at any time.

Jiang Han stepped inside.

The instant his foot stepped into the tunnel.

"Click."

A slight, crisp sound.

A crack appeared on the ice wall.

Followed by.

Those soldiers frozen inside the wall.

Thousands of gray-white eyes.

They all opened their eyes in unison!