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

In the Western Hills of Beijing.

On the surface, this is an ordinary sanatorium, but only a very few people know that a hundred meters underground beneath that seemingly ordinary administrative building lies the highest-level biological laboratory of Bureau 749.

At this time, the entire third underground level had been completely sealed off, with heavily armed soldiers guarding every entrance, preventing even a fly from getting in.

A group of elderly experts in white coats, their hair gray, surrounded Jiang Han, who was sitting in the testing chair, as if they were looking at a giant panda, their eyes gleaming with a fanatical desire to dissect and study him.

"This is impossible...this is absolutely impossible..."

An elderly academician with a full head of white hair stared intently at the data on the screen, his hands trembling. "Bone density is twenty times that of an average person! Is this still the bone of a carbon-based organism? It's practically titanium alloy!"

"The cell activity is outrageous! His cells are engulfing the reagents! Look, just one drop of blood was added, and it killed all the bacteria in the petri dish! It's practically a natural antibiotic... no, a biological weapon!"

"His heart beats 40 times per minute, but with each beat he pumps five times the amount of blood as a normal person! With this kind of cardiac capacity, he could run a marathon and reach the finish line without even breaking a sweat!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell. These scientific giants, who usually remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, were now like a group of naive elementary school students.

Jiang Han sat there helplessly, letting the group of old men and women stick various electrode pads all over his body.

"I said, isn't that enough?"

He glanced at the young nurse beside him, who was eagerly trying out a special lancet, and sighed. "That lancet was already bent. If this one bends too, will you have to use a drill?"

The nurse blushed at his words, her hands trembling with nervousness. Just now, when she tried to give him an injection, the needle bent at a 90-degree angle as soon as it touched Jiang Han's skin, scaring her so much that she almost cried.

"Consultant Jiang, please cooperate and relax your muscles. We need a blood sample for gene sequencing."

The elderly academician beside him said with a fawning expression, "This is for the country; your genes are priceless!"

Jiang Han rolled his eyes and could only helplessly take a deep breath, controlling his already "indestructible" muscles to slowly relax, while suppressing the instinctive counterattack of the Qilin bloodline within him.

"Come on, hurry up."

The nurse then carefully inserted the needle.

This time, the needle finally pierced the skin, and dark red blood flowed out through the tube.

But this blood...

The experts present gasped again.

The blood faintly shimmered with a golden luster, and when it flowed under the light, it seemed as if countless tiny golden particles were shimmering, emitting a faint, exotic fragrance rather than the smell of blood.

"Divine blood...this is divine blood!"

The old academician was so excited that he almost dropped the blood collection tube, holding it as if it were the Holy Grail.

Jiang Han ignored their madness, pulled out the needle, and watched the needle mark heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, without leaving a scar.

Half an hour later.

Li Zhenhua walked in carrying a thick medical examination report, his expression as serious as if he were reviewing a battle plan.

He waved his hand, signaling all the bystanders to leave, leaving only him and Jiang Han in the room.

"Jiang Han".

Li Zhenhua placed the report on the table, his tone heavy, "Do you know what this report means?"

Jiang Han shrugged, picked up an apple next to him, took a bite, and said, "It means I'm very healthy, I can eat and sleep well, and I can fight ten more."

"No."

Li Zhenhua shook his head, staring intently at him, "It means you can no longer be considered a purely human being."

"40% of your genetic material is unknown, belonging to no known life form on Earth, and not even to carbon-based life. Your body is evolving towards a more advanced life form."

"To put it simply, you are 'creating a god,' and you yourself are that god."

Jiang Han paused in his chewing of the apple, then swallowed it nonchalantly. "So? Are you going to slice me up?"

"Slice me? I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I cut you up and sold you!"

Li Zhenhua glared at him irritably, then pulled a sealed file bag from his pocket and mysteriously pushed it in front of Jiang Han.

"Given your exceptional genes and their irreplaceable strategic value, the bureau held an emergency meeting and decided to launch the 'Qilin Bloodline Continuation Plan'."

"What?"

Jiang Han nearly spat out a mouthful of apple, staring wide-eyed at Li Zhenhua. "Say it again? What plan?"

"The bloodline continuation plan, to put it simply, is breeding."

Li Zhenhua looked serious, not at all like he was joking. "This is a list of candidates carefully selected by the bureau. There are elite soldiers from the special forces, a genius girl from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and several heirs from ancient martial arts families... In short, for the sake of the country, you have to consider the issue of succession."

As he spoke, he opened the file folder and poured out a stack of photos.

The girls in the photos are all top beauties; some are heroic and spirited, some are gentle and charming, and some are aloof and proud. It's practically a beauty pageant.

"puff--"

Jiang Han finally couldn't hold back any longer and spat the apple in her mouth all over Li Zhenhua's serious old face.

"Old Li, you son of a bitch!"

Jiang Han jumped up, staring at the photos in horror as if they were monsters even more terrifying than Yinglong. "I'm not dead yet! I don't need to leave any offspring! Besides, what era are we living in? Arranged marriages? Do you believe I'll file a complaint against you for violating human rights?"

Jiang Han, who was not afraid of gods or demons, felt a long-lost fear at this moment.

This isn't a perk, this is practically treating him like a stud!

Li Zhenhua calmly wiped the apple crumbs off his face, not angry at all. He just sighed, "This isn't about whether we live or die, it's about optimizing resource allocation... Alright, alright, look how scared you are. This is just a suggestion, not mandatory."

Seeing Jiang Han's murderous expression, Li Zhenhua quickly put away the photos and changed the subject.

"Let's get down to business."

His expression instantly turned serious. He took out another photo from the safe. This photo looked quite old, with yellowed edges; it was a black and white photograph.

"You said in your live stream that you have a target for your next destination?"

Jiang Han nodded, his earlier playful smile fading. "I found a coordinate on Yinglong. That coordinate points to a region deep in the East China Sea, the legendary Penglai."

"Penglai..."

Li Zhenhua pondered the name, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, before pushing the old photograph in front of Jiang Han.

"We sent people to that coordinate you're looking for forty years ago."

"That was in 1984, a top-secret operation codenamed 'Seeking Immortals'."

Jiang Han picked up the photo and looked at it.

The background of the photo is a misty island with the outlines of some ancient buildings faintly visible.

In the center of the photo stands an expedition team.

There were seven people in total, five men and two women, all wearing military green inspection uniforms typical of that era.

Jiang Han's gaze swept over the group of people, finally settling on the person on the far right.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and a chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to his head, freezing him in place.

The man stood at the edge of the line, turned to the side, with a long, rectangular package on his back. Judging from its shape, it was clearly the Black Gold Ancient Sword.

And that person's profile...

That high, straight nose, that indifferent gaze, even the slight downward curve of the corners of his mouth, are exactly the same as Jiang Han's!

No, that's him!

"this......"

Jiang Han's fingers trembled slightly as he stared intently at the person who looked exactly like him. "Who is this?"

Seeing Jiang Han's reaction, Li Zhenhua took a deep breath and slowly said:

"He was the only survivor of that operation."

"But he went crazy after he came back, and kept muttering one sentence..."

"What did you say?" Jiang Han's voice was a little hoarse.

Li Zhenhua leaned closer, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing some unspeakable being:

He said... "I killed myself."