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

The venomous whispers dissipated in the wind, and the large army marched into the depths of the underground palace.

However, the team stopped after advancing less than 500 meters.

Because there was no road ahead.

Instead, a huge, dark red earthen wall blocked all the way.

The earthen wall looks very soft, as if it could be dug up with a single shovel.

But Jiang Han raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

"stop."

Li Zhenhua immediately waved his hand, and the team obeyed his orders without question.

"What's wrong?" Li Zhenhua asked as he stepped forward.

Jiang Han stared at the earthen wall, his brows furrowed.

In his golden eyes, this was no earthen wall at all; it was clearly a "wall of flesh" made up of countless tiny red worms!

Moreover, the wall is moving.

It is breathing.

Every grain of "soil" trembled very slightly, emitting a nauseating, bloody smell.

"This is 'Tai Sui Earth'."

Qin Qifeng walked up, adjusted his glasses, and said in a calm tone, "It's what people call 'meat Ganoderma.' I never expected the First Emperor to use this to block the road."

"Can we dig?" Li Zhenhua asked.

"Yes, we can." Qin Qifeng nodded, "but we have to be quick. This thing has a strong healing ability; if we dig it out too slowly, it will grow back."

As he spoke, he looked at the construction team beside him: "Get the excavator ready."

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Han suddenly spoke, his voice icy, "Don't dig."

Qin Qifeng frowned: "Advisor Jiang, time is of the essence. The core of the underground palace lies behind this earthen wall. Why can't we dig?"

"It's 10 a.m. now."

Jiang Han glanced at his watch. "When the Yin energy is at its strongest. This thing isn't a Tai Sui, it's 'Blood Corpse Mud.' Whoever touches it will die."

"When can we start digging?"

"Noon, 3:45."

Jiang Han uttered four words, "That is, 12:45. It is the time of day when the yang energy is at its peak. Only by using the heavenly fire to suppress the corpse can we start moving the earth."

Do we have to wait for another two hours?

The scene erupted in uproar.

A large force of several thousand people, various heavy equipment, plus hundreds of millions of viewers watching the global live broadcast, are they just going to sit here and wait?

[Seriously? The streamer's gotten arrogant?]

Thousands of people are waiting for him? Is this what they call privilege?

[That old professor said it's ready to dig, so why is he pretending to be some kind of shady character?]

Is this what they call being a diva? I'm speechless.

The chat room exploded instantly, as haters found a point of attack and started stirring up trouble.

Qin Qifeng laughed as well: "Advisor Jiang, even feudal superstition has its limits. We're doing scientific archaeology, not shamanistic rituals. With so many people waiting, if we miss our opportunity, will you take responsibility?"

Li Zhenhua looked at Jiang Han with some difficulty: "Jiang Han, do we really have to wait?"

"We have to wait."

Jiang Han offered no explanation, turned and walked to the open space beside him, "Put up a tent for me, and no one is allowed to come in."

After saying that, he went straight into the newly set-up tent and pulled the curtain closed.

"This..." Li Zhenhua was also stunned.

A sinister glint flashed in Qin Qifeng's eyes.

He walked up to the foreman in charge of the excavation and whispered, "Ignore him. I'm the chief consultant; I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Dig!"

The foreman was impatient and had been waiting for a long time.

"Alright! I'll listen to Old Qin!"

The foreman spat, grabbed a Luoyang shovel, and strode to the earthen wall.

"I've been digging graves my whole life, and I've never seen a mound of earth that can't be moved!"

He raised the shovel high and shoveled down hard!

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud.

It was like shoveling a piece of rotten pork into a pot.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of dark red liquid gushed out from the shovel, splashing directly onto the foreman's face!

"Aaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream instantly shattered the silence of the underground palace.

Everyone watched in horror as the foreman rolled frantically on the ground, clutching his face. The moment his skin came into contact with the black blood, white smoke began to rise from it, as if it had been corroded by strong acid, and it quickly ulcerated and turned black!

Even more terrifying, a beast-like roar came from his throat, his body began to convulse violently, his bones made a cracking sound, and his whole body twisted in a bizarre posture.

"It's come back to life! It's come back to life!"

The surrounding workers were so frightened that they ran away in a panic.

Qin Qifeng's expression changed, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

"roar--!"

The foreman suddenly sprang to his feet, his eyes rolled back, leaving only the black of his eyes, his face covered in blood, and he opened his mouth to reveal two rows of rapidly growing sharp teeth as he lunged at the nearest soldier!

"Bang bang bang!"

The soldier instinctively fired.

The bullets hit him, but only splattered a few drops of blood; they did nothing to stop him!

The foreman's claws were about to pierce the soldier's throat—

"Certainly!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, rang in everyone's ears.

The tent flap was suddenly ripped open.

Jiang Han was shirtless, drenched in sweat, and the Qilin tattoo on his chest was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

He held in his hand a freshly drawn yellow paper talisman that was still dripping with blood.

That was a "corpse-suppressing talisman" drawn with his own Qilin essence blood!

It turns out he wasn't sleeping in the tent, but drawing talismans by drawing blood!

Jiang Han flicked his wrist.

The blood talisman flew dozens of meters away like a red lightning bolt, landing precisely on the foreman's forehead!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The moment the talisman touched the foreman's forehead, it burst forth with a blinding red light and white smoke.

The foreman's movements froze instantly.

He remained frozen in mid-air, still pouncing, making a "clucking" sound in his throat. Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the blood-stained talisman pasted on his forehead was still trembling slightly.

Jiang Han strode over and pulled the shovel stuck in the earthen wall.

At that moment, the tactical watch on his wrist showed 12:45.

Noon, 3:45.

The yang energy is at its peak.

Jiang Han turned around and looked coldly at Qin Qifeng, whose face was pale.

"Do you want to kill everyone?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression: "This is a 'corpse-raising ground.' If you start construction before noon, the corpse odor will leak out, and within a radius of ten miles, neither humans nor animals will survive."

Qin Qifeng opened his mouth, but found himself speechless due to Jiang Han's overwhelming aura.

The comments in the live stream instantly reversed.

[Holy crap! Jiang Shen is saving a life!]

[I wronged the streamer! I want to kneel down too!]

That old man is wicked! He almost killed my brother!

[Jiang Shen is awesome! That blood talisman is so cool!]

Jiang Han ignored everyone's reactions.

He wiped the blood off his hands, picked up the black gold ancient sword, and pointed the tip at the still bleeding earthen wall.

"Now, the auspicious time has arrived."

"Open the tomb!"

"Everyone, stand back fifty meters!"