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

one second.

two seconds.

Ten seconds passed.

Under that terrifying death stare, powerful enough to instantly "conceptually solidify" an S-class reconnaissance bee, Jiang Han didn't even flinch, let alone turn to stone.

He is like an unchanging mountain, standing firm against wind and rain.

Yanjing, 749 Bureau Command Center.

The chief scientist beside Long Guozhu, the one in charge of the law research, stared intently at the screen, his whole body trembling violently from excessive excitement.

"An immunity... he's actually immune to attacks at the level of laws!"

His voice was hoarse and filled with disbelief.

"His existence takes precedence...above the rules of this forbidden zone!"

In the live stream, the global audience who had just been wailing and screaming were now completely dumbfounded, their minds blank.

"Is...it nothing?"

[Holy crap! Jiang Shen actually pulled through?! Is he even human?!]

[I knew it! I knew Jiang Shen was invincible!]

Just as the global audience breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to begin a new round of worship.

A sudden change has occurred!

Jiang Han's left arm suddenly began to turn into a deathly, unsettling gray, starting from his fingertips, at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Petrochemical!

He actually started to turn to stone!

"oops."

Jiang Han even raised his "petrified" arm with great interest and waved it in front of the camera, his tone playful.

"It seems...it really worked."

This scene nearly gave the audience, whose hearts had just settled, another heart attack.

Jin Biao and Bai Ningbing's faces instantly lost all color.

"Mr. Jiang..." Bai Ningbing's voice trembled.

"I was just kidding."

The next second, the gray on Jiang Han's arm receded like a tide, restoring its normal flesh color.

He casually moved his wrist, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

This nasty joke instantly flooded the live stream with countless "grass" characters.

Jiang Han ignored the two "accessories" behind him who were almost scared out of their wits and walked straight towards Ji Boda, who was still in a daze.

His eyes were cold, filled with undisguised disgust.

"Don't look at me like that, it disgusts me."

His voice was like a cold knife, piercing deeply into Ji Boda's heart.

"This is not your strength; you are just a pathetic petri dish used as nourishment."

These words shattered Ji Boda's unrealistic fantasies.

Ignoring the black tentacles wriggling and hissing threateningly in front of him, Jiang Han reached out and roughly brushed aside Ji Boda's hair, which was soaked in slime.

Deep in the hair roots.

A blood-red bud, the size of a fingernail, throbbing like a living thing, is deeply rooted in his scalp!

Countless fine, blood-red roots extended from the granulation tissue, forming a net that covered Ji Boda's entire cerebral cortex!

"Did you see that?"

Jiang Han's voice was icy and chilling.

"This is the source of the pollution. The spores of that big flower downstairs, a malformed, substandard copy."

"No! Don't touch it!"

Ji Boda seemed to sense something and let out a scream of extreme terror.

But it was too late.

Jiang Han's two fingers, like red-hot iron pincers, moved with lightning speed, giving Ji Boda no chance to react.

puff!

A dull thud as flesh was torn apart!

He actually... tore that throbbing, blood-red bud off Ji Boda's scalp, skin and all!

Fresh blood, mixed with pale brain matter, gushed out from the blood hole in an instant!

"ah--!!!"

Ji Boda let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman, and fell backward.

Jiang Han didn't even glance at the bud on his fingertip that was still twitching wildly, trying to burrow into his skin, and casually pinched it.

"puff!"

A cluster of dark golden pure yang qilin fire exploded at his fingertips, instantly burning the fleshy sprout to ashes.

Almost simultaneously.

The terrifying black tentacles on Ji Boda's head seemed to have lost their power source, receding rapidly like a tide, and returning to his original hair.

The surrounding military equipment that had been "petrified" also regained its original metallic luster.

All the strange phenomena vanished like smoke.

Ji Boda touched his bleeding scalp, then looked at his hands, and finally realized what had just happened.

His stomach churned violently, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, beginning to dry heave violently.

Jin Biao and Bai Ningbing finally dared to open their eyes.

They stared at the bloody and bizarre scene before them, their minds blank, completely losing the ability to think.

After a dozen seconds of dead silence, the live stream exploded!

Holy crap! Tearing apart parasites with bare hands?!

[This is so fucking violent! So bloody! But why do I find it so enjoyable to watch?!]

[That's a real man! The most direct and unreasonable way to deal with this kind of disgusting thing is to use this method!]

Wait a minute! Have you ever thought about this...?

A single comment instantly plunged all the viewers who were celebrating into an icy abyss.

[If a tiny spore can contaminate so many of us and create such a realistic illusion... is it possible that... our world, everything we see, is itself an illusion created by a much larger Devouring Lotus?]

This conjecture, like a vicious curse, instantly took root in everyone's hearts.

Countless people looked at their own hands, at the real world around them, and an unprecedented sense of panic began to appear in their eyes.

Brain in a vat!

This ancient philosophical fear, at this moment, has become the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of billions of people around the world!

Jiang Han saw this comment.

He let out a sneer, utterly mocking, his voice filled with undisguised contempt.

"You think you can create a complete world with this kind of low-level spiritual pollution?"

"You're overestimating it."

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"Let alone the world, it can't even shape this ghost cave."

Jiang Han blew away the last bit of ash from his fingertips, glancing contemptuously at the bottomless darkness beneath his feet.

That cold and arrogant voice, broadcast live, reached the entire world and was deeply imprinted on the souls of billions of people.

"Remember, don't mistake a mudfish in the gutter for a Leviathan in the deep sea."

The curve of his lips grew increasingly sinister, as if he were stating a fact that couldn't be simpler.

"Compared to that sleeping 'big guy' down there, those little tricks just now were nothing..."

"It's not even worthy of being used to fill a tooth gap."