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

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have completed 100% exploration of the Taklamakan Desert - Bottomless Ghost Cave!]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Kunlun Magic Lamp!]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Spirit Orb!]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Bronze Divine Sword!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained ten kilograms of Divine Blood Amber!]

The system notification sound bombarded Jiang Han's mind all at once.

Jiang Han's gaze swept quickly across the system space.

A Kunlun lamp, emitting a cold light, floats silently.

A spirit pearl that made even his pure Yang Qilin blood feel hot emitted an extremely strong energy fluctuation.

A bronze divine sword, its entire body cold and blue, exuding a terrifying killing intent, lay horizontally in the center of the space.

Jiang Han's lips twitched slightly.

"System, you really know how to play the game."

So, all I did outside was talk for ages, while you were secretly looting someone's coffin inventory?

"Others make a fortune by opening coffins, but before I did, you plundered my coffin first."

"My excitement about the prize draw is gone!"

On the other side, Ji Boda was still explaining the material of the coffin to the viewers in the live broadcast room.

"This is the remains of the Jianmu spirit."

"The remains of a divine tree that, according to legend, can preserve the human body for ten thousand years without decaying."

Upon hearing this, Jin Biao's eyes lit up like two high-wattage light bulbs.

"You mean, this entire coffin could be traded for half a city?"

Ji Boda was about to scold him for messing around.

Jin Biao lunged forward, his arms tightly gripping the edge of the coffin.

"Then I'll grab a board first, is that too much to ask?"

Jiang Han had just regained his senses from the system space when he looked up and saw Jin Biao hanging beside the coffin.

Jin Biao's arms were bulging with veins, and his face was flushed red.

Ji Boda was so angry that he strode over.

"Are you fucking asking for it?! Get down here right now!"

Jin Biao pried hard while panting heavily.

"Whether it's dead or not is another matter! This thing is really valuable!"

The dull, grinding sound was extremely jarring on the empty stone platform.

Jin Biao forced the coffin lid open a crack, and then lifted it off completely.

The moment the coffin lid hit the ground, all the sounds seemed to have their necks suddenly snapped.

Absolute silence fell upon the stone platform.

Jin Biao was holding a coffin board, frozen in place.

He slowly lowered his head and looked inside the coffin.

The next second, he jumped back half a meter, almost dropping the coffin lid in his hand.

Holy crap!

"This guy must have just been buried!"

Ji Boda and Bai Ningbing also joined in.

They both stopped breathing at the same time after just one glance.

The body lying in the coffin was not the withered, rotten ancient corpse one might have imagined.

It was a woman wearing a golden mask.

She wore a magnificent black silk robe, the fabric so vibrant in color that it showed no signs of fading.

The neck and hands exposed outside the mask had taut skin with an eerie whiteness.

Even the lips painted with bright red rouge still retained the color of a living person.

The uncanny valley effect was instantly amplified, and the intense visual impact made everyone's stomachs churn.

Ji Boda felt a chill run down his spine, but he still forced himself to keep up the act.

"The remains of the Jianmu spirit have the effect of preserving corpses..."

"Saving it like this... isn't entirely inexplicable."

Jin Biao clung tightly to the coffin lid, his voice completely cracking.

"Then explain yourself!"

"How come she looks even better than the person I saw the day before yesterday?!"

The screen was flooded with comments at that moment, the font so large it almost seemed to burst out of the screen.

It's so new! It's fucking new!

Is this thing really dead?! I have a feeling she might sit up at any moment!

[I got goosebumps all over! This is a million times more terrifying than a dried-up corpse!]

[Her skin looks amazing; I'd believe she just woke up!]

[Jiang Shen! Look quickly! What on earth is this?!]

Some viewers in the live chat were frantically urging Jiang Han to step forward and remove her mask.

Jiang Han stood still, not taking a single step forward.

He even took two steps back, increasing the distance between himself and the coffin.

Long Guozhu was stunned when he saw this scene on the communicator.

"Jiang Han, why are you backing away?"

Jiang Han stared at the inside of the coffin, his voice low and cold, carrying an undeniable assertion.

"Because this thing is wrong."

Ji Boda's nerves immediately tensed to the limit, and he gripped the entrenching tool in his hand tightly.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Han raised his hand, his slender fingers pointing to the woman's chest and abdomen inside the coffin.

"Several minutes have passed since Jin Biao opened the coffin."

"Keep an eye on it."

Jiang Han's tone was devoid of any warmth.

"She did move."

"It's moving too slowly."

"She's breathing."

The moment those words were spoken, Ji Boda's scalp tingled, and it felt as if all the blood in his body had been instantly drained.

Jin Biao's hands, which were holding the coffin lid, completely stiffened, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"Don't scare me!"

"It's been two thousand years!"

Bai Ningbing's already weak body swayed again, her face turning deathly pale.

"Alive?"

Ji Boda instinctively raised his weapon and shouted.

"Everyone retreat!"

Jin Biao reacted the fastest, hugging the coffin lid and backing away while cursing loudly.

"I told you this money wasn't easy to make! This guy's a living ancestor!"

Jiang Han did not retreat randomly with them.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the woman's chest and abdomen.

The silk fabrics there are rising and sinking upwards at an extremely slow and minute pace.

Jiang Han's gaze gradually darkened to its lowest point.

The pure Yang Qilin blood in his body began to boil, and his body surface emitted extremely high temperatures.

In that one second the camera zoomed in, everyone could see it clearly.

Beneath the golden mask, the female corpse, which had been sleeping for two thousand years, was actually experiencing extremely slow, gentle rises and falls in her chest.

The next instant, Jiang Han's eyes turned cold, and he uttered four words.

"Give them all a refund."

"She's waking up."

Just as Jiang Han finished speaking, the golden mask covering the female corpse's face moved extremely slightly.