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

—The warning-like tremor shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making Jiang Han's blood boil at that moment.

8 am.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the lush forests of Mount Li.

Tiger Shark's live stream started on time.

Without any pre-launch hype or unnecessary chatter, the moment the screen lit up, it was a bombshell.

It wasn't Jiang Han's big face, nor was it some beautiful female commentator.

Instead, it's an aerial view of Mount Li.

as well as......

A densely packed army, covering the entire mountainside.

Countless tanks blocked all the roads like a steel torrent, armed helicopters circled overhead, anti-aircraft missile launchers were erected, and radar antennas spun wildly.

There was a heavily armed soldier every five meters, with sharp eyes and a murderous aura.

This is hardly archaeology.

This is clearly the prelude to a war!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

[This is impressive! Truly amazing!]

[Is this some kind of alien war? There are so many tanks!]

[Jiang Shen is awesome! The country is doing a great job! This is what you call a major national asset!]

Being born in China is truly amazing!!!

[Sister, hurry up and watch the live stream on your knees with me!]

The screen exploded with a deluge of comments, completely obscuring the viewer's face. Hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide were awestruck by the sheer scale of the scene.

Just then, the camera zoomed in suddenly.

A black armed helicopter hovered directly above the earthen mound of the underground palace.

The hatch opened.

A black figure appeared at the doorway.

Jiang Han wore a nano-liquid metal combat suit, carried a black gold ancient sword on his back, and wore tactical sunglasses. The wind made the hem of his clothes flutter.

He did not use a rappelling rope.

He just jumped straight out of the helicopter, which was more than 20 meters above the ground!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Jiang Han landed steadily on the ground, kneeling on one knee. The impact created a shallow crater in the ground, and dust billowed up.

He slowly stood up, dusted himself off, took off his sunglasses, and stared directly into the camera with his cold eyes.

"start."

Just two simple words caused the live stream's popularity to instantly surpass one billion!

Li Zhenhua strode over, followed by that strange "Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches" suicide squad.

He faced the camera with a serious expression and gave a standard military salute.

"Today, China reopens the land of the ancestral dragon."

"Those who violate this law shall be executed."

The menacing oath ignited the passion of the entire internet.

"Awesome! This is what Chinese soldiers are all about!"

"Those who offend our mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished!"

Jiang Han ignored these polite words and his gaze fell on an old man standing next to Li Zhenhua.

The old man was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, had gray hair, and wore thick glasses; he looked like an ordinary retired professor.

"This is Professor Qin Qifeng," Li Zhenhua introduced. "He is a leading authority on Qin Dynasty history in China and the chief advisor for this operation."

Jiang Han extended her hand.

Qin Qifeng smiled and extended his hand, and the two hands clasped together.

In that instant, Jiang Han's pupils contracted slightly.

cold.

So cold.

The old man's hands didn't look like those of a living person; they were cold and stiff, like a piece of frozen meat just taken out of the freezer.

Moreover, when Jiang Han got close to him, he smelled an extremely faint but unmistakable scent.

Earthy smell.

And... the aura of death.

That smell is something only people who deal with corpses year-round, or even wallow in piles of corpses, would have.

[Ding! High concentration of residual corpse gas detected!]

[System notification: The target's vital signs are abnormal!]

Jiang Han withdrew his hand without making a sound, his gaze lingering on Qin Qifeng's cloudy eyes for a second.

"Old Qin is in good health," Jiang Han said with a half-smile.

Qin Qifeng's cloudy eyes flickered, revealing a strange smile, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together:

"I've been guarding the graves my whole life, I'm used to it."

There's a hidden meaning in his words.

Jiang Han didn't press further, but mentally labeled the old man as "extremely dangerous."

This isn't some archaeology professor; he's clearly an old zombie that just crawled out of the ground!

"Let's begin."

Jiang Han turned around and looked at the huge mound of earth in front of him.

Several giant construction machines were already on standby, with huge steel cables connecting one corner of the earth mound.

"rise!"

With a command given, the engine roared and the steel cable taut.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and smoke and dust blotted out the sun.

One corner of the burial mound was forcibly lifted up, revealing the true face that had been hidden for two thousand years.

That was no ordinary tomb entrance.

Instead, it was a massive, bronze-cast gate!

This door is ten meters high, and the carvings on it are neither dragons nor phoenixes.

Instead, they were countless distorted human faces!

The faces were a mix of crying, laughing, screaming, and wailing, crammed together as if countless wronged souls were sealed on the door.

One look at it is enough to make your scalp tingle and your sanity plummet.

[Warning: High-energy content ahead! Enter at your own risk if you are easily frightened!]

This method... is so eerie!

[My trypophobia is acting up! Help!]

The live stream was filled with wails.

"The Bronze Gate with Human Faces..." Qin Qifeng stared at the gate, a hint of fascination and...fear flashing in his eyes. "The legendary gate to hell actually exists."

Jiang Han walked to the door and placed his hand on the distorted faces.

It was icy cold.

But the Qilin bloodline within him was boiling wildly at this moment, as if it had encountered some evil spirit that had to be suppressed.

"Open the door!"

Jiang Han let out a low shout, and suddenly exerted force with his palm. The Qilin tattoo lit up with a crimson light, and scalding blood energy flowed into the bronze door through his palm.

"Creak—"

A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

Under Jiang Han's extraordinary strength, the massive door, which had been sealed for two thousand years, slowly cracked open.

A black, eerie wind suddenly blew out from the crack in the door, accompanied by a roar of clashing swords and the neighing of warhorses!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound seemed to transcend time and space, exploding directly in everyone's minds.

Everyone instinctively covered their ears, their faces turning pale.

The door opened.

The black wind dissipated, revealing the passageway behind the door.

To everyone's horror, a row of soldiers dressed in Qin army armor stood neatly in the passageway behind the door.

They were not rotting; their skin was a bluish-gray color like cast iron, and they held sharp long spears in their hands, maintaining a charging posture.

Just the instant the light shone in.

"Click."

All the soldiers turned their heads in unison, their eyes, devoid of white, fixed on Qin Qifeng standing at the door.

A hoarse, venomous sound came from his throat:

"traitor......"