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

"Kill me."

These five words were like a rusty iron nail, driven deep into Jiang Han's eardrum, carrying a bloody, tooth-grinding smell.

Jiang Han stared intently at the back of the man in the photo carrying the Black Gold Ancient Sword, a man with a profile exactly like his own, even down to the way he held the sword.

That's not similarity.

That's him.

An unprecedented chill surged up his spine, Jiang Han's pupils contracted sharply, his heart felt as if it had been gripped by a cold hand, and even his breath caught in his throat.

He could accept it whether it was a clone, a double, or a hallucination.

But "I killed myself"?

What kind of fucking logic is this?

"Buzz—!!!"

Before Jiang Han could recover from this immense sense of absurdity, the system in his mind suddenly went berserk, emitting a piercing red alarm, and his retina was instantly covered by a dense barrage of blood-red pop-ups.

[WARNING! WARNING! S+ level causal line convergence detected!]

[Host contact detected with core spacetime paradox node!]

[Ultimate Main Quest Triggered—]

【Quest Name: The Curse of the Ancestral Dragon】

[Mission Level: S+ (World-Destroying Level)]

[Mission Location: China—Shaanxi—Lishan—Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum]

[Mission Description: Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor of Qin. Historical records state that he died in Shaqiu, his body rotting and covered with abalone. But is that truly the truth? Two thousand years ago, someone saw "you" deep within the underground palace. Forty years ago, someone saw "you" while attempting to enter. Now, it is your turn to confront "you" in person.]

[Mission Objective: Delve into the core of the Lishan Underground Palace, unravel the time paradox of "I killed myself," and suppress or... awaken the First Emperor - Reincarnation!]

[Mission Hint: The forbidden zone for the living, the paradise for the dead. Buried there is not just an emperor, but the fate and curse of the entire Qin Dynasty.]

[Estimated risk level: 99.99% mortality rate!]

[Mission Reward: Unknown (Involves the host's ultimate origins)!]

[Countdown: 580 hours!]

As the red light faded, Jiang Han's vision became clear again.

He slowly raised his head, the shock in his eyes fading, replaced by a chilling stillness and coldness.

He turned the photo face down on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Old Li."

Jiang Han's voice was unusually calm, as if he wasn't the one who had just been terrified by the photo. "Give me file number 0."

Li Zhenhua's hand, which was holding a cigarette, suddenly trembled, and hot ash fell onto the back of his hand, but he didn't notice.

He stared at Jiang Han in shock: "How do you know about File Zero?"

That was a top secret of Bureau 749, a core secret that even the bureau chief might not be able to access at will, a bloody record of the repeated failed explorations of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum.

"The system told me that." Jiang Han pointed to his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Or rather, it was that 'me' who told me."

Li Zhenhua's expression changed several times before he finally sighed and stubbed out his cigarette.

He turned and walked to the huge bookshelf in the office. He fumbled behind a few seemingly ordinary copies of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong." With a slight mechanical click, the bookshelf slid open to the sides, revealing a safe embedded in the wall.

After verification using iris scans, fingerprints, and three complex mechanical passwords, the safe popped open.

Inside was only a black file folder with a striking red "0" printed on it, next to which was a skull.

Li Zhenhua walked back with the file folder and slammed it heavily in front of Jiang Han.

"See?"

His voice was a little hoarse, "After you finish watching, if you still want to go, I'll make arrangements for your funeral."

Jiang Han didn't say anything, and directly tore open the seal.

The file folder contained only a few yellowed sheets of paper and a few blurry photos.

The first photo shows a dark underground river with countless corpses floating on its surface. The corpses are dressed in clothes from different dynasties, including modern down jackets, long robes from the Republic of China era, and even uniforms from the Japanese army during World War II.

But the strangest thing is that the faces of these corpses are all facing the same direction—the depths of the underground palace.

It's like... a pilgrimage.

Jiang Han turned to the second page, which was a handwritten report with messy handwriting, revealing a desperate madness.

"In March 1974, the first attempt to enter the outer perimeter failed. Of the 12 men in the team, three went insane on the spot, biting each other's fingers. The remaining nine men retreated, and all died of cardiac arrest within a week. Autopsies revealed that their hearts... were missing."

"October 1984, 'Operation Seeking Immortals'. Failure. The survivor returned, but he wasn't human, he was a ghost! He was a ghost!!!"

"1999..."

Jiang Han turned the pages one by one, each page soaked in blood and eeriness.

Until the last page.

That was a recent monitoring report, dated three days ago.

The report contained no text, only a waveform graph.

It was an extremely regular, low-pitched sound wave curve.

"What is this?" Jiang Han asked, pointing to the curve.

Li Zhenhua took a deep breath, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it after several attempts.

"This was detected by the Geological Bureau at Mount Li."

He exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes filled with deep fear. "At first, they thought it was a weak seismic wave. But later, after analysis by acoustic experts, they discovered that the frequency was very unusual."

Li Zhenhua paused, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Han:

"That's the sound of a heartbeat."

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Li Zhenhua tapped the table, mimicking the rhythm, "It beats once per minute. But the force of that beat is equivalent to the energy fluctuation produced by a miniature tactical nuclear bomb detonating underground."

"Jiang Han, do you understand what this means?"

"Something inside has woken up."

"And it's breathing, it's beating, it... wants to come out."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang Han looked at the waveform graph, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of the black gold ancient sword.

Heartbeat?

The First Emperor has been dead for over two thousand years, so where is his heartbeat coming from?

unless……

"What Xu Fu took away back then probably wasn't the elixir of immortality," Jiang Han suddenly sneered, a savage golden light flashing in his eyes. "It was a virus, wasn't it?"

Li Zhenhua was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"A virus that turns people into monsters." Jiang Han stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sky over Beijing was covered with dark clouds, and a downpour was brewing. The heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city.

He looked in that direction, the direction of Xi'an, the direction of Mount Li.

The Qilin tattoo on his chest suddenly became scorching hot, as if responding to some distant call.

That call was filled with bloodshed, slaughter, and a... sense of familiarity that spanned a thousand years.

"Old Li."

With his back to Li Zhenhua, Jiang Han's voice was low and firm: "Next stop, Lishan."

Li Zhenhua's hand trembled, and the cigarette ash fell again.

"Have you thought this through? That's a death trap, a place where even a nuclear bomb might not be able to break through!"

"Ten deaths without rebirth? Life is nothing but a cycle of reincarnation!"

Jiang Han turned around, and in that instant, Li Zhenhua seemed to see a Qilin crawling out of hell, its golden eyes burning with flames that made people afraid to look directly at it.

"If that 'me' can go in, then I can go in too."

"Since they've used my face, I have to collect royalties."

Jiang Han drew his black gold ancient sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light under the lamplight.

"Whether it's a god or a ghost, a great emperor or a thousand-year-old corpse, it doesn't matter."

"In this world, the living call the shots."

"And I am that living Yama."

Li Zhenhua looked at the young man in front of him, the streamer who used to joke around in the live broadcast room, but now he exuded a kind of domineering pressure that was more powerful than an emperor.

He knew he couldn't stop it.

No one can stop them.

"it is good."

Li Zhenhua abruptly stubbed out his cigarette, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Since you're going to go crazy, then the country will go crazy with you!"

He grabbed the red telephone on the table and dialed a number that was only used during wartime.

"I am Li Zhenhua."

"Pass on my order: All personnel of Bureau 749 are to enter Level 1 combat readiness!"

"Destination: Lishan Mountain, Shaanxi!"

Code name: Assassinate the Qin Emperor!

As soon as the order was issued, the entire underground of the capital seemed to tremble.

Countless heavily armed agents poured out from every corner, and military vehicles loaded with heavy equipment drove toward the airport.

Standing by the window, Jiang Han looked at the thunder and rain that filled the sky and slowly closed his eyes.

The system notification sounded in my mind again.

[It is recommended that the host redeem 3 "Substitute Straw Men". Current estimated survival rate: 1%]

1%?

Jiang Han smiled.

enough.

As long as it's not 0, it's 100% to him.

"Qin Shi Huang..."

He murmured softly, his fingers lightly tracing the blade, blood seeping out and instantly being greedily absorbed by the blade.

"If you are still alive, then let me see whether your ancestral dragon is tougher or my Qilin is more arrogant."

Boom!

A thunderclap ripped through the sky, illuminating Jiang Han's cold and stern face.

Storm is coming.