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

Those two words, carrying the bloodshed and arrogance that spanned two thousand years, exploded in Jiang Han's mind, shattering all illusions and the fog of time and space.

"Defeat the Heavens—!"

Before the echo had faded, the scene before my eyes shattered like a mirror.

There was no Great Wall, no million elite soldiers, and no emperor who roared under the moon.

Jiang Han suddenly snapped back to reality.

He still stood in the center of the deathly silent hall of the Qin Mausoleum underground palace.

Beneath his feet lay the ancient bronze mirror, pierced by his blade and now reduced to countless black powders.

"call......"

Jiang Han exhaled a breath of stale air, which, upon contact with the air, carried a hint of gunpowder smoke.

"System! Resume live stream!"

Jiang Han's voice was icy as he issued the order directly.

He knew that his momentary "direct gaze at the gods" had caused the system to forcibly cut off the signal.

In the past, he might have chosen to hide it.

But now that we know it's a "declaration of war," there's no point in hiding it anymore.

[Ding! The source of higher-dimensional mental pollution has been cut off!]

[Live stream signal is reconnecting... Reconnection successful!]

[Current online users: 52 billion (global peak)!]

The previously dark live stream screen lit up instantly.

Although the image still showed some distortion and snow due to strong magnetic interference, billions of viewers around the world immediately saw the figure standing in the shattered mirror.

At that moment, the world was silent.

Immediately afterwards, the barrage of comments erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.

"He's alive! Jiang Shen is still alive!"

"Holy crap! What was that just now? An eye? There's an eye hidden on the moon?!"

"My head hurts so much! I almost fainted just from looking at it!"

"Jiang Shen blinded that eye...?!"

"Damn it! Is that a god? That's a monster! Jiang Han really killed a god!"

"Everyone stand up! Kneel before God Jiang!"

Crazy.

Utter madness.

Those brief few seconds of eye contact made all of humanity feel a sense of dread and insignificance from the depths of their souls.

Those were domesticated animals, seeing the butcher's face for the first time.

Jiang Han was the one who swung his knife at the butcher.

The highest operations room of Bureau 749.

Li Zhenhua gripped the edge of the table tightly, his fingernails digging into the wood.

In that instant, all the data on the monitoring screen went off the charts, a level of intensity that could annihilate the spirit of an entire city.

"He did it..."

Li Zhenhua's voice trembled, "He really... stabbed that thing."

"General! Look behind Jiang Han!"

A monitor suddenly screamed in terror, "The spatial coefficients are wrong! The air over there is distorted!"

Li Zhenhua suddenly looked up.

On the screen, Jiang Han ignored the frantically scrolling comments and didn't even glance back at the camera.

He flicked away non-existent bloodstains from the black gold ancient sword, picked it up, stepped over the shards of mirror scattered on the ground, and headed straight for the deepest part of the main hall.

That was behind the crystal coffin, an area that had originally been shrouded in shadow.

As Jiang Han approached, the darkness there seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling and receding.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

It was like rusty iron blocks crushing each other, or like countless insects gnawing on bones.

Jiang Han stopped in her tracks.

He raised his flashlight, and the beam pierced the darkness like a sharp sword.

"hiss--!"

At that moment, countless people in the live stream gasped in shock.

Even Jiang Han's pupils contracted to pinpoints in an instant.

What stood in his way was no longer bronze, nor rock.

Instead, it was a ten-meter-high, eerie silver-gray living metal gate!

The door fits perfectly into the passageway, its surface not smooth, but rather like the skin of some creature, slowly undulating and breathing.

Each rise and fall produces that sticky "sizzling" sound.

A stench, a mixture of rust, formaldehyde, and rotten flesh, seemed to waft through the screen.

"What the hell is this thing? Metal... is it alive?"

"Ugh! I can see what looks like pulsating veins up there!"

"This is Qin Dynasty craftsmanship? It must be alien technology!"

But that's not the scariest part.

The most terrifying thing is the "decoration" on the door.

According to the Qin system, palace gates should have door knockers with rings, mostly in the shape of auspicious beasts such as Taotie and Jiaotu.

But there were no auspicious beasts on this door.

In the very center of the two door panels are two enormous human faces, each more than two meters in diameter!

The face on the left is distorted to the extreme, with furrowed brows and downturned lips; it is a "sad face".

The face on the right, beaming with joy, its mouth stretched all the way to its ears, is a "happy face".

These two faces, one sorrowful and one joyful, are not sculpted.

Their skin has a texture that is half metal and half flesh, with edges that blend perfectly with the door panel, as if they "grew" out of the metal.

Bluish-gray veins throbbed beneath their skin.

Each of them had a black metal ring tightly gripped in its mouth.

Where they should have been eyes, there were now two fist-sized crystals emitting a faint green light.

That light was cold, resentful, and exuded a deathly stillness that did not belong to the living.

"A carbon-based biological reaction has been detected."

"A high-risk energy source has been detected."

Suddenly, the eyes of those two giant faces moved without warning.

"Click!"

The sound of those mechanical joints turning was particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.

Four eerie green eyes instantly locked onto Jiang Han, who was standing in front of the door.

"Holy crap! It moved! Those two faces moved!"

"It's a living person! That's a living person sealed inside!"

"Mom, I'm scared! This is even scarier than that eyeball from before!"

Jiang Han stood in front of the door, without backing down.

But the Qilin tattoo on his right arm suddenly started to heat up, an instinctive warning when encountering extreme evil.

This door is dangerous.

It's more dangerous than the previous Bai Qi corpse puppet, and even more dangerous than the mercury dragon outside.

Because it is not an inanimate object.

It is "hungry".

Jiang Han could clearly sense the greedy appetite emanating from those two faces; what they wanted to eat wasn't meat, but... souls.

"It's that disgusting trick again."

Jiang Han sneered, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

He had seen this technique of fusing living people with metal at Sanxingdui and on the experimental specimens of the ouroboros.

This is the signature tactic of that "false god from outer space".

They treat people like spare parts and life like fuel.

"Is this what they call immortality?"

Jiang Han slowly raised the black gold ancient sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the grinning "happy face".

"Since you all like to laugh so much..."

Jiang Han's voice was low and hoarse, with a strong smell of blood, "Then I'll smash your teeth one by one."

It seemed that he understood Jiang Han's provocation.

"Hehehe—"

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing laugh, like metal scraping against glass, came from the throat of that "happy face".

The laughter echoed in the empty hall, making people's eardrums ache.

Followed by.

That sorrowful face also opened its mouth, letting out a mournful sob:

"Waaaaah—"

One moment of sorrow, one moment of joy; one moment of tears, one moment of laughter.

Two completely different demonic sounds intertwined, forming an invisible mental shockwave that crashed hard into Jiang Han!

The viewers in the live stream felt a buzzing in their heads, and many of them immediately covered their ears and screamed.

But it's not over yet.

As laughter and cries rang out, the massive metal door began to writhe violently.

Countless tiny, tentacle-like metal spikes protruded from the door panel, like a bristling hedgehog.

Each thorn tip gleamed with a ghostly blue, highly poisonous light.

"System warning! Sonic attack detected!"

"System warning! Liveness defense mechanism detected!"

Jiang Han stood at the center of the sonic storm, yet his body remained completely still.

A cruel smile, even more cruel than the "happy face," slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

"Is that all you've got?"

Jiang Han suddenly stepped forward, instantly closing in on that "sad face".

His face was less than ten centimeters away from that huge metal face.

His golden eyes suddenly lit up, like two golden lamps, staring intently at those dark green crystalline eyes.

Stop playing tricks.

Jiang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded like thunder:

"I know... you're still alive, but it's all fake."