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

Inside a top-secret, secure room.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, suddenly exploded in the room. It was the rumbling of a stomach churning.

Jiang Han opened his eyes, his dark golden vertical pupils tearing out a terrifying, fierce light in the darkness.

"Hungry. So hungry I want to kill someone."

That was the only thought left in his mind.

The terrifying aftereffects of activating the second-tier Qilin true form erupted like a tsunami after the deep dormancy ended.

The five elements within the body are circulating wildly.

Every cell, every inch of bone, was screaming hysterically, demanding an enormous amount of high-level energy.

Jiang Han ripped off the various vital sign monitoring patches that were attached to his chest and arms.

The rough handling tore off a piece of oily skin along with it.

He didn't care about his bare, muscular upper body and simply rolled over and got out of bed.

"Bang!"

The heavy-duty explosion-proof door, which was half a meter thick, was kicked so hard that it bulged outwards.

The alarm blared throughout the corridor instantly.

Two rows of fully armed special operations team members from Bureau 749 immediately raised their guns.

Upon seeing that it was Jiang Han who came out, everyone was so frightened that they quickly lowered the muzzle of their guns, their bodies covered in cold sweat.

Li Zhenhua came running from the end of the corridor.

"Consultant Jiang! Your current health data is extremely unstable. The medical team recommends..."

"Get out of here."

Jiang Han didn't even glance at him, and squeezed out two words from his dry throat, carrying an irresistible tyrannical pressure.

Li Zhenhua swallowed the rest of his sentence and quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

Following the strong smell of blood in the air, Jiang Han headed straight for the "High-Energy Biomass Supply Station" at the deepest part of the base.

This is a logistics restricted area specifically used by Bureau 749 to process and store the flesh and blood of S-class mutated beasts.

"Bang!"

Jiang Han kicked open the alloy door of the supply station, and a pungent smell of blood wafted out.

On a huge sterile workbench, several top-level chefs wearing fully enclosed hazmat suits were using a high-frequency cutting machine to process the remains of a tin-clad pig, whose size was comparable to that of an armored vehicle.

The chefs were startled by the loud noise.

Turning around, he saw Jiang Han walking in, shirtless with a terrifying red light in his eyes.

Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The feeling of being targeted by a top predator made them hold their breath.

The chef swallowed hard, his voice trembling even through his hazmat mask.

"Jiang... God Jiang."

"This mutated corpse pig was just delivered. How well-done would you like it? We'll grill it right away..."

"Raw cut".

Jiang Han pulled out a large titanium alloy chair and sat down with an air of authority.

Bring everything up.

"quick!"

The chefs looked at each other, not daring to disobey.

A few minutes later.

A dozen or so huge stainless steel basins were pushed onto a cart and brought to Jiang Han.

The basin was filled with chunks of high-energy alien beast meat, still bloody and even wriggling slightly.

Jiang Han didn't use chopsticks at all.

He stretched out his hands, grabbed a piece of raw meat with bone that weighed at least five pounds, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Crunch! It burns instantly upon entering the mouth!"

"Pfft! It melts in your mouth!"

The chilling sound of chewing echoed through the empty supply depot.

The beast's bones, as hard as iron, were instantly shattered by Jiang Han's gripping force, comparable to hydraulic clamps.

The sweet, metallic taste of flames and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

The drops fell onto the Qilin tattoo on his chest.

"Sizzle—"

The blood had barely touched the skin when it was instantly evaporated into a burst of hot white vapor.

The Qilin blood within him is boiling at this moment!

A basin.

Two basins.

Five pots.

Jiang Han transformed into a gluttonous beast draped in human skin, eating so fast that it left afterimages.

There were no superfluous movements, only pure, savage devouring.

The chefs hid behind the worktable, watching the mountain of iron basins empty at a visible speed.

They were so frightened that their legs went weak.

"Is this even human?"

"A mutated beast weighing several tons, just eaten raw like that?!"

How did those lips get cooked in an instant?

It lasted a full half hour.

Jiang Han swallowed the last bowl of meat, including the bone marrow, in one gulp.

"call--"

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

White air currents swirled in the air.

The terrifyingly high temperature on the body surface finally subsided slowly.

The muscles, which had become somewhat shriveled due to overexertion, have now become full and plump again, containing a terrifying explosive power capable of tearing apart a tank.

He casually tore off a piece of white cloth and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He put on a black trench coat that was hanging nearby.

He turned and walked out of the supply station.

The remaining chefs, staring at the empty bowls scattered on the floor, were deeply disillusioned and their worldviews crumbled.

They ate and drank their fill.

Jiang Han needed a quiet place to absorb pure yang energy to neutralize the malevolent energy accumulated in his body from devouring raw flesh.

He followed the base's passageway to the deepest part, the "Abyss Back Garden".

This is the S-level veterans' sanatorium of Bureau 749.

It is heavily guarded and is known as an absolutely safe zone where not even a fly can get in.

The sun shines brightly in the center of the garden.

Jiang Han found a large titanium alloy bench and lay down on it.

He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

The sunlight felt warm and cozy on my skin.

There was a deathly silence all around, not even the faintest chirping of insects or calls of birds.

Jiang Han's breathing gradually became steady.

The muscles relax slightly.

however.

Just as he was about to fall into a light sleep.

"Buzz!"

A very subtle, yet needle-like, stinging sensation pierced his optic nerve!

The passive warning from the Candle Dragon's Eye has been frantically sounding the highest level of alarm!

At this moment, every hair on the back of Jiang Han stood on end!

Something is getting closer.

And there's more than one!

He made no move.

Even the frequency of his breathing didn't change in the slightest.

But he could clearly feel that the sunlight around him was being blocked.

Seven or eight gazes, from different directions, were fixed on him.

There was no real killing intent in those gazes.

But it carries a high-dimensional, extremely uncomfortable sense of scrutiny.

It was like examining a rare and perfect weapon.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify into a heavy substance at that moment.

It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Jiang Han's right hand, hidden under her trench coat, bent little by little, extremely slowly.

Five fingers gripped the hilt of the black gold ancient sword tightly.

"Dare to watch me while I'm sleeping."

"court death."

"Zheng—!"

The black gold ancient sword was instantly drawn half an inch from its sheath!

The raging killing intent of the Qilin exploded outwards from Jiang Han, like a flood bursting its banks!

Jiang Han sat up, the blade pointing straight ahead with a sonic boom that tore through the air!

However, when he saw what was happening before him, his dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

What surrounded him was not some indescribable thing that crawled out of the abyss.

Instead, there were seven or eight elderly men and women with white hair!

They were dressed in extremely simple Zhongshan suits or coarse cloth jackets. They just stood there casually.

Faced with Jiang Han's tangible killing intent, enough to grind ordinary people into mincemeat.

These old guys didn't even flinch!

One of the old men, wearing reading glasses, was holding two miniature nuclear reactors that emitted a deadly blue radiation.

He pushed up his glasses with a chuckle.

"Wow! This little tiger is quite alert!"

"I told you this kid wasn't dead asleep, but you wouldn't believe me, Lao Zhang."

The other half of the old man's body had been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic, and he grinned, revealing his metallic lips.

Jiang Han was horrified, and his fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the knife.

"Those old monsters."

"They're all living fossils that survived the early stages of the mythological revival of the last century!"

They didn't have any energy fluctuations, but their unadorned and profound inner strength was more terrifying than any S-class ferocious beast he had ever seen!

Jiang Han slowly pressed the black gold ancient sword down half an inch, his muscles still taut as if he could suddenly strike and kill at any moment.

Who are you?

His voice was cool and aloof, showing no respect whatsoever for his seniors.

Old Liu, who was playing with walnuts, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Don't be nervous, young man."

"Go back to sleep."

"We just came to see what kind of three-headed, six-armed swordsman this Qin swordsman is."