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

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap, came from overhead.

Immediately afterwards, the whole world began to shake.

Jiang Han suddenly looked up.

The entrance to the esophagus that had just caused him to slide down was now visibly wriggling and contracting.

That wasn't a stone mechanism at all.

That's meat.

It was rotten, blackened muscle tissue covered with moss and mold.

"Gurgle..."

A loud swallowing sound made Jiang Han's eardrums ache.

The entrance was completely sealed.

Perfectly fitted.

It's like a giant stomach, its opening tightly sealed, ready to begin digesting the food inside.

The live stream feed shook violently for a moment.

"Holy crap! That rock... is soft?"

"Closed? This is practically trapping a dog inside!"

"Run, streamer! Something's wrong here!"

Jiang Han didn't move.

He simply gripped the black gold ancient sword on his back with his other hand, placed his thumb on the guard, and gave it a gentle push.

"Clang—"

The blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light cutting a slit in the surrounding darkness.

"run?"

Jiang Han sneered, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Where do you think you're going? This beast's belly is full of nothing but shit and meat."

He lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

The place where he jumped down was a mountain.

A stark white mound of skulls.

These skulls are very small, only about the size of a fist.

They were all children.

They were densely packed, layer upon layer, numbering at least tens of thousands.

They lay there silently, their empty eye sockets fixed on Jiang Han, as if silently accusing him, or perhaps...

Waiting for dinner to be served.

"Giggle..."

Suddenly, a series of soft, rustling sounds rang out.

It's like teeth fighting, or bones rubbing together.

The sound came from beneath my feet.

Jiang Han lowered his head.

Suddenly, a skull appeared at my feet, and its jawbone twitched.

Then came the second one, the third one...

The entire mountain of bones came to life.

Countless pale hand bones emerged from the depths of the bone pile, grabbing the leg bones, ribs, and spine nearby.

They are piecing it together.

There's no logic involved, as long as it's bone.

Some had their heads attached to their buttocks, some had seven or eight arms, and some were simply a head with a spine attached below it, crawling on the pile of bones like a snake.

"Waaaaah..."

The mournful cries echoed throughout the stone chamber.

It wasn't the wind.

It's the wailing of ghosts.

The grievances of tens of thousands of children erupted completely at this moment.

[Warning! High concentration of resentment detected!]

[Triggering Quest Phase Update: Suppressing the Fallen Yinglong (First Stage)]

[Mission Objective: Clear out the infant corpse puppets (0/10000).]

[Note: These corpse puppets are all victims of human sacrifice, and their resentment is extremely strong. Physical attacks against them are halved in effectiveness.]

Jiang Han glanced at the system panel, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"victim?"

He lifted his foot and crushed a skeletal hand that had just climbed onto his shoe.

"Snap!"

Bone meal splattered.

"Once you've become a monster, don't talk about innocence."

"To liberate you is the greatest compassion."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

"boom!"

Jiang Han shot out like a cannonball, and a large chunk of the white bone mountain beneath his feet collapsed from his kick.

The black gold ancient sword drew a semi-circle in the air.

"call--"

Dark golden flames instantly surged on the blade.

Qilin Fire!

Specifically designed to counteract evil spirits!

"die!"

He slashed out with a single stroke.

The dozens of corpse puppets in the fan-shaped area in front of him were cut in half at the waist before they could even scream.

Dark golden flames clung to the broken bones and spread instantly.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

That was the sound of bones being burned through.

Those corpse puppets that were originally impossible to kill were like snow under the blazing sun in front of the Qilin Fire, quickly turning into a pool of black ash.

But this is only the beginning.

More corpse puppets surged forward.

They were like a white tide, threatening to drown Jiang Han, the only living person.

"Well done!"

As Jiang Han got into the killing frenzy, he reached for his waist with his left hand.

A black pistol with an intimidatingly thick barrel appeared in his hand.

This thing can blast a hole in an elephant, let alone these brittle bones.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap.

A corpse puppet that had just jumped up to bite Jiang Han's neck had its head explode into dust.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire and the flash of swords mingled together.

Jiang Han was like a tireless meat grinder, relentlessly pushing forward on the mountain of bones.

With each cut, large chunks of bone shattered.

With each shot fired, a vengeful spirit vanished.

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned.

"Holy crap! Is this something a carbon-based life form could pull off?"

"One slash and you're a kid? That's not the right way to put it, but it's damn cool!"

"The recoil of that gun would have broken my wrist long ago, and Jiang Shen is actually firing it in rapid succession with one hand?"

"He's gone mad! Jiang Shen has gone mad!"

Jiang Han really went berserk.

His body was covered in bone dust and black corpse aura, making him look even more monstrous than the monsters themselves.

But he showed no sign of stopping.

Because he knew that the real threat had not yet materialized.

He suddenly looked up at the ceiling.

Above the dome of that stone chamber, the enormous, decaying black dragon was coiled in the shadows.

The single eye burned with a red light, watching the carnage below with a mocking gaze.

It's like watching a gladiatorial show.

It is draining Jiang Han's strength.

It was waiting for the moment when Jiang Han was exhausted.

"Want to see a play?"

Jiang Han cleaved the last corpse puppet blocking his path in two with a single slash, then stepped over the shattered bones scattered on the ground and stood in the center of the stone chamber.

He raised the 'Tyrant' in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the giant dragon head above his head.

"What kind of skill is it to send these kids to their deaths?"

Jiang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the wailing and howling in the room and clearly reached the black dragon's ears.

"Get down here!"

"Bang!"

He pulled the trigger.

A specially made cinnabar explosive bullet roared out, heading straight for the black dragon's single eye!