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

The moment he passed through the portal of light, Jiang Han subconsciously squinted his eyes.

It's too bright.

Having grown accustomed to the oppressive, dark environment of the underground palace, this sudden burst of bright light felt like a sharp sword piercing my retina.

It took a full five seconds for his vision to gradually adjust.

When he saw the scene before him, he was completely stunned.

Even the Silver Fox mech beneath it emitted a low, questioning groan and nervously pawed at the ground.

"Holy shit..."

"Did I travel through time?"

"The Peach Blossom Spring?"

The live stream chat exploded instantly, filled with question marks.

What appeared before Jiang Han was no longer the cold bronze tomb chamber, nor the terrifying mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

It is a... world.

This is an enormous underground cavity.

Above their heads, hundreds of enormous crystals emitting a dazzling white light floated, arranged in a certain array to simulate near-perfect "sunlight".

And below.

It is an extremely well-preserved Qin Dynasty city.

It's not a model, nor is it a terracotta army pit.

It was a real city!

Blue bricks and black tiles, flying eaves and brackets.

A clear river meanders through the city, with weeping willows lining its banks, and you can even see neatly planted crops in the distant fields.

Smoke curls from the kitchen.

The sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard from one another.

If it weren't for the rocky dome overhead reminding him that he was 10,000 meters underground, Jiang Han would have thought he had arrived in some secluded ancient town.

It's too quiet.

This is the strangest part.

There is light, trees, houses, and even cooking smoke.

But there was no sound at all.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirping, not even the sound of wind.

A deathly silence.

"Something unusual must be going on."

Jiang Han did not lower his guard; instead, he gripped the hilt of the knife tighter.

"Ergou, slow down."

The Silver Fox mech lowered its center of gravity, its fleshy paws (though made of metal) landing on the grass without making a sound, and slowly approached the city gate.

As Jiang Han got closer, he witnessed an even more horrifying scene.

On the ridges of fields outside the city.

There are "people".

Several farmers dressed in coarse linen clothes from the Qin Dynasty were tilling the land with hoes.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized.

Raise your hand, swing the hoe, and bring it down.

Everyone's range of motion, frequency, and even the angle of bending over were exactly the same!

It's like robots controlled by the same program.

Jiang Han activated the [Eye of the Candle Dragon], and golden light flowed in his eyes.

My gaze pierced through the farmers' clothes and skin.

next second.

He gasped.

The blood flowing in the bodies of those "farmers" wasn't red blood at all, but rather...

Silvery mercury!

Their skeletons were all replaced with bronze frames.

And in the heart area of ​​each of them was a crystal that emitted a faint light.

That's... a battery?

Or is it some kind of power core?

"Everyone undergoes mechanical ascension?"

Jiang Han felt a chill run down her spine.

Is this Xu Fu's masterpiece? Is this what they call immortality?

Turning people into these half-dead monsters, forcing them to repeat the same work they did in life day after day?

This is hardly a paradise.

This is clearly hell!

"Waaah—"

The Silver Fox mech beneath him suddenly let out a deep roar, and the silver fur on its back instantly bristled, turning into sharp spikes.

It stared intently at a large locust tree at the entrance of the village.

There, a person was sitting.

An old man.

He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and was sitting at a stone table, staring blankly at a game of chess with unfinished pieces.

Unlike those mechanical farmers.

This old man gives the impression of being... "alive".

Or rather, it was conscious.

Seemingly having heard Er Gou's roar, the old man slowly raised his head.

It was a face covered with age spots, half of it flesh and blood, the other half rusted like bronze.

His left eye was cloudy, but his right eye was a fine glass lens.

When he saw Jiang Han.

In that cloudy left eye, an extremely complex emotion was revealed.

There was shock, there was fear, but more than anything... there was relief.

"Two thousand one hundred and thirty-four years have passed..."

The old man spoke.

The sound was hoarse and grating, like two rusty door hinges rubbing together.

"Finally... there are living people again."

Jiang Han drove the Silver Fox mecha closer, looking down at him.

"Who are you?"

"who I am?"

The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, his half-bronze face appearing particularly stiff and eerie.

"I am just a sinner who is afraid of death."

"Back then, the alchemist said that as long as one took that medicine, one could live forever and build a fairyland here without war or death."

The old man pointed to the farmers working with machines in the distance.

"This is the paradise we've been looking for."

"It won't die, it won't get tired, and it won't even... think."

"We've been scammed."

The old man suddenly became agitated, and the gears in his mechanical right eye began to spin wildly.

"There is no immortality here! Only stagnation!"

"We've become monsters! We've become that madman's experimental subjects! We've become the gravedigger's watchdogs!"

He suddenly pounced at Jiang Han's feet, grabbing the Silver Fox mech's legs tightly with his half-human, half-ghost hands.

"Kill me!"

"Please...kill me!"

"Give us...true death!"

Jiang Han fell silent.

He looked at the tears streaming down the old man's cloudy eyes—they were black engine oil.

Is this the truth about immortality?

It's certainly better to die than to live like this.

The so-called "Peach Blossom Spring" was nothing more than a huge, enclosed morgue.

Inside are a group of pitiful creatures who can neither live nor die.

"As you wish."

Jiang Han slowly drew out the Black Gold Ancient Blade.

The blade reflected a cold, icy glint in the artificial sunlight.

This is not killing.

This is a ritual for the deceased to be reborn in the Pure Land.

"puff!"

A flash of light.

The old man's head rolled to the ground.

There was no splatter of blood, only a few broken wires sparking and a pool of black grease.

A relieved smile lingered on the old man's face.

however.

At the very moment the old man died.

The once quiet and peaceful underground city suddenly changed.

"Buzz—"

A piercing alarm blared through the sky.

The farmers on the ridges of the fields, the city dwellers, even the chickens and dogs...

Everything stopped moving at that moment.

then.

They all turned their heads in unison.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on Jiang Han.

His previously blank stare instantly transformed into a crimson killing intent.

Intruder detected...

[Execute the cleanup command...]

All the living dead in the city opened their mouths simultaneously, uttering the same cold, synthesized voice:

"kill!!!"

Rumbling--

In the center of the city, the most magnificent black palace gate, which seemed to reach straight to the dome, suddenly swung open.

A terrifying pressure, so powerful that even the Qilin bloodline within Jiang Han trembled, swept out from the bottomless darkness.

That belongs to this lifetime...

A true imperial aura.