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

Those four words are more than just red paint.

That is blood.

It consists of 490,000 living people whose blood was drained, and then coated layer by layer using a special anti-coagulation technique.

"Ten, death, nothingness, life."

Jiang Han stared at the stone tablet, his voice as cold as if he were chewing on ice.

This is not a warning at all.

This is a "receipt".

More accurately, this is a "mortem report" issued to a false god from outer space.

"Sizzle..."

The nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell in the air became even stronger.

Although the live stream footage was filtered by the system, the overwhelming sense of despair still made billions of viewers in front of their screens feel breathless.

"Jiang Shen, what does it say here? Is it one of those 'Trespassers will be killed' warnings?"

"This looks really weird. Why are those red letters still moving?"

"I just looked up the Qin Dynasty's small seal script; these four characters mean... 'If you go in, you're doomed?'"

The viewers in the live chat are still speculating.

Jiang Han did not offer an explanation.

He slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips tracing the cold surface of the stone tablet.

[Golden Eyes: Rewind!]

Golden light exploded in his eyes.

The stone tablet in front of them instantly became transparent, and the surrounding darkness receded rapidly.

Time has turned back to 2,200 years ago.

What Jiang Han saw was not an empty square, but... hell.

Countless ragged people, with chains around their necks, were driven through the bronze gate like livestock.

Among them were strong prisoners of war, hunched old men, and even women holding children.

Their eyes are empty and numb; they have lost the luster of being "human".

Before that living metal door, sorcerers dressed in black robes were selecting "qualified" materials, holding sharp bronze knives.

"Grade C, too weak, throw them into the furnace as fuel."

"Grade B, blood and energy are still acceptable, drain the blood to make paint."

"Grade A... This one is good. Its brain is active. Send it to 'Tiangong' to be a living battery."

Screams.

The sound of flesh and bone being torn apart.

And then there's that teeth-grinding squeezing sound, like a living person being shoved into a metal mold.

What kind of imperial tomb is this?

This is a highly efficient and cruel biological processing plant!

"The First Emperor sought immortality, using flesh and blood as mud and his soul as a catalyst."

Jiang Han withdrew his hand, the golden light in his eyes dissipated, replaced by endless violence.

He turned around, faced the camera, and pointed to the stone tablet:

"Do you think this is just to scare tomb raiders?"

"wrong."

"This is telling those sorcerers who deliver goods—once you step through this door, don't consider yourselves human."

"Because here, people are just 'dregs'."

boom!

The entire internet is buzzing.

dregs of medicine.

These two words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone hard in the heart.

Treating people as waste residue for alchemy?

"Holy shit! Is this something a human would do?"

"This is the so-called 'Emperor of All Time'? He's gone mad in his pursuit of immortality!"

"Those alchemists deserve to die! They were conducting such perverse experiments two thousand years ago?"

The highest operations room of Bureau 749.

Li Zhenhua stared intently at the screen, his face ashen.

"Write it down."

The old general's voice trembled, "This is the enemy we are facing. In the eyes of that 'extraterrestrial civilization,' we... are not even ants, just raw materials."

Jiang Han ignored the angry comments in the live chat.

He went around to the back of the stone tablet.

There is a recessed palm print there.

It wasn't for the sake of the organization, but for... counting.

Jiang Han raised his hand and pressed his palm into it.

Perfectly fitted.

"Click".

A soft click came from inside the stone tablet.

Immediately afterwards, the smooth stone skin on the back of the stele peeled off, revealing a row of shocking numbers.

That was a counter pieced together from human bones.

[490,000].

Below that number, there was a line of tiny, blood-stained words, painstakingly carved out with fingernails:

"Heaven is dead, and people are as worthless as grass."

Jiang Han stared at the line of text and remained silent for three seconds.

"490,000 people."

"They're all inside."

His voice betrayed no emotion, only a chilling indifference that seemed to freeze the air itself.

He stopped looking at the stone tablet and turned to walk into the deeper, darker passage ahead.

"Let's go."

Jiang Han, carrying a knife, walked with footsteps echoing across the deathly silent square. "Let's go see what kind of monster these 490,000 'dregs' have created."

As he moved forward, the ground around him began to change.

The once solid bronze floor tiles have disappeared.

Instead, a black, soft substance appeared.

If you step on it, you'll sink several centimeters, and black liquid will even seep out.

"What is this?"

Jiang Han stopped and looked down.

The beam of his flashlight shone on the ground.

Those black substances are not soil.

Instead, it was layers of thick, carbonized... grease.

Corpse oil.

Over thousands of years, the bodies of 490,000 people have piled up here, rotting and fermenting. The grease that seeped out mixed with dust to form this eerie "carpet".

"Sizzle..."

Jiang Han's combat boots stomped on it, making a sound like meat being fried.

This "carpet"... is warm.

Something underground is generating heat.

"careful."

Jiang Han suddenly let out a low shout.

He suddenly raised his right foot and thrust the black gold ancient sword downwards with a backhand motion!

"Pfft!"

The blade sank into the ground as if it had pierced a piece of rotten pork.

A jet of black blood gushed out from the cut!

"squeak--!"

A piercing scream actually came from under the floor tiles!

The ground began to twitch violently.

It was like a giant mouth trying to chew on Jiang Han's feet.

"Alive?"

"This land... is alive!"

In the live stream, countless people were so frightened that they threw their phones away.

They watched helplessly as the black "carpet" cracked open, revealing a dense network of red veins beneath, resembling blood vessels.

You can even see distorted human faces, faintly visible in the veins, mouths agape, wailing silently.

This is a "living fungal carpet".

It is a monster formed from the resentment of those corpses and the symbiosis of fungi.

"It's filthy."

Jiang Han looked at the red tentacles that were trying to wrap around his ankles, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"boom--!"

Crimson flames erupted from his body in an instant.

Qilin Fire!

This time, he held nothing back.

The flames, centered on him, spread wildly outwards like a red tsunami.

"Squeak squeak squeak—!!!"

Countless overlapping screams echoed from the ground.

Those fungi, tentacles, and human faces instantly shrank and dried up under the high temperature of the Qilin Fire, turning into black ash that filled the sky.

A straight, charred road was forcibly scalded out by Jiang Han.

"I don't like taking the easy path."

Jiang Han strode forward, stepping on the still-smoking charcoal.

"I prefer... walking on your ashes."

overbearing.

Extreme domineering.

What traps and mechanisms? What demons and monsters?

In the face of fire, all beings are equal.

After passing through this disgusting "unloading area," the space ahead suddenly opened up.

But this is not a good thing.

A more terrifying and oppressive heat wave rushed towards us.

It was like... walking into a giant boiler room.

"What is that...?"

The moment Jiang Han's powerful flashlight illuminated the scene ahead, five billion viewers worldwide fell silent.

This is a huge underground hall.

It is over fifty meters high and its area is comparable to a football field.

But this vast space is not entirely empty.

Countless thick bronze chains extended from the walls on all sides, weaving together in the air to form a giant spider web.

And at the very center of the spider web.

A statue was suspended in mid-air...

鼎。

A bronze square ding vessel so enormous that it defies human imagination!