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

"Hey guys, did you hear that? It sounds like something's knocking down from underground."

Jiang Han gripped the dark red crevice in the rock with one hand, his fingernails scraping against the rough stone, producing a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

He was suspended on the precipice of that ten-thousand-meter-deep abyss, with an endless black hole behind him.

A strong wind was blowing up from below, making his thin black windbreaker flutter loudly.

He didn't bring a safety rope or a parachute; he just hung there carelessly.

The pure yang energy within the body surged wildly through the meridians like boiling water.

He exhaled a puff of white mist, his eyes casually fixed on the live-streaming camera floating in front of him.

"The sound was heavy, one beat after another, like hitting my heart."

Jiang Han: (≖_≖)

"Do you think there's an old neighbor living deep inside the earth, complaining about how noisy we are?"

The live stream chat was completely emptied in that one second.

Three seconds later, a deluge of colorful text completely overwhelmed the screen.

[Holy crap! Jiang Shen, don't scare me! I was watching this under the covers, and my feet are freezing!]

[That sound... I'm a train mechanic, and that's definitely the sound of steel rails clashing! A train running 10,000 meters underground? Are you crazy?!]

[Xiao Yan: Something's not right! That sound sounds like a giant beast grinding its teeth, Jiang Shen, run!]

[Bai Ye: Run my ass! Does Jiang Shen even have the word "run" in his dictionary? I bet five cents what's coming out of the ground is a hellish express train!]

Jiang Han sneered, and with a slight increase in pressure on her fingers, she scrambled upwards.

"A collision with steel rails? I think so too."

"But how big is the Kola Superdeep Borehole? Something less than a meter in diameter—could it fit into a train track?"

Jiang Han: (￣▽￣)

"Unless, the physical laws of this place have already been broken by those madmen from the Qin Dynasty."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of the impact beside him suddenly rose a notch.

"Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The heavy clanging of steel echoed back and forth in the narrow shaft, causing rubble to fall from the rock walls with a clatter.

Jiang Han felt the rock strata beneath his feet trembling violently.

The vibration had a frequency that made you want to vomit.

"They're here."

Jiang Han murmured a sentence.

Instead of climbing up, he loosened his right hand and fell freely downwards again.

"call--!"

The sound of the wind in my ears suddenly became sharp.

Just then, a blinding, eerie green light ripped through the darkness below.

The light was cold and bluish, casting a sickly hue on the dark red rock face.

Directly below Jiang Han, a rusty, green train with large patches of peeling paint was actually rushing up the rock wall vertically!

That's right, it's vertical!

The train wasn't running on the tracks at all; its massive cast-iron wheels were stuck directly into the rocks.

As the wheels turned, they rubbed wildly against the rocks, spraying out sparks several meters long.

The sparks were a ghastly green, drawing eerie arcs in the darkness.

[Oh my god! My megalophobia is kicking in! Why is this train running vertically?!]

Newton's coffin lid has already flown to outer space! This is unscientific! This is absolutely unscientific!

This train looks exactly like those old green trains from the 1980s, but the atmosphere is just too eerie!

[Jiang Shen! We're about to crash! We're about to crash!]

The searchlight above the train, like the eye of a dead man, was fixed on the falling Jiang Han.

The black smoke billowing from the locomotive was so thick it seemed to pierce through, carrying a stench of stale engine oil and rotting flesh.

"I'm definitely taking this train."

Jiang Han grinned maliciously, his eyes instantly turning golden.

Instead of dodging, he used his waist to flip over in the air.

He was upside down, his legs slamming against the rock face to the side.

"Bang!"

The rocks shattered.

Jiang Han shot forward like an arrow, diving towards the oncoming train.

His right hand had already gripped the two-meter-long peerless blood scythe.

The hilt at the bottom of the Blood Scythe still carried the warmth of Hela's skin, so smooth it sent shivers down one's spine.

"Open it for me!"

Jiang Han let out a loud shout.

Just as the locomotive was about to hit him, he dodged and slid past it, hugging the side of the locomotive.

With a flick of his right hand, the tip of the blood-red scythe plunged deep into the metal of the train.

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing sound of metal being cut rang out.

Using the momentum, Jiang Han drew a semi-circle in the air and slammed his leather boots into the carriage window.

"Bang!"

Under Jiang Han's violence, the reinforced glass shattered like paper, instantly becoming billions of sparkling fragments.

Jiang Han rolled over and tumbled through the broken window.

It was very cold inside the carriage.

The cold wasn't the kind of cold found in an ice cellar, but rather a chilling cold that seeped into your very bones.

Jiang Han stood firmly, his leather boots making a dull thud on the dark red carpet.

The carpet was thick and slippery underfoot, as if it had been soaked in some kind of viscous liquid.

The lights inside the carriage flickered, emitting a faint green glow.

Jiang Han turned her head and looked towards the end of the carriage.

There stood a woman in a dark blue flight attendant uniform.

She had her back to Jiang Han, her waist so slender it looked like it could snap at the slightest touch.

The uniform was stretched taut, especially the curves of her hips, which looked particularly alluring in the dim light.

Jiang Han: (·Y·)

"That figure is quite impressive."

The woman slowly turned her head.

The moment viewers in the live stream saw her face clearly, countless people threw their phones away.

The left side of her face was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin as white as porcelain and large, sparkling blue eyes.

But on the right side of his face, there were exposed brass gears and rusty connecting rods!

The gears spun wildly beneath the skin, making a clicking and rattling noise.

At the collar of the uniform, the snow-white flesh and the cold metal components were stiffly sewn together.

With each breath, you could see the large expanse of snow-white skin on her chest heaving violently, almost bursting out.

But the breathing sound was clearly the sound of the bellows leaking air.

"Hello, passengers."

The woman's voice had a raw, electronic quality, yet it also possessed a captivating magnetism.

She lifted her pale fingers, with fresh blood still stuck under her nails.

"Please present your... Soul Ticket."

Jiang Han casually wiped the shards of glass off his face.

He held the blood scythe, his eyes sweeping over the woman's heaving chest.

"Tickets? I never buy tickets."

Jiang Han: (‸)

"However, if you're willing to take off this metal suit and have a chat with me, I might consider leaving you a whole corpse."

The mechanical succubus's face twitched slightly.

The gears suddenly started spinning faster, emitting a burnt oil smell.

"Passengers who don't buy tickets... are useless."

"Waste needs to be recycled."

As soon as she finished speaking, the system notification sounded in Jiang Han's mind.

[Ding! Character unlocked: Succubus - Abyss Ticket Seller Sylva!]

[Warning: Do not attempt to buy her tickets unless you want to leave your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys inside her!]

[Current Status: Host forcibly boarded the vehicle; the other program has entered kill mode!]

Jiang Han sneered, and the blood scythe in his hand emitted an excited hum.

"You want to take me in? Your teeth aren't strong enough."

Sylva's perfect half of her face suddenly and eerily split open.

The crack extended all the way to the base of the ear.

"hiss--!"

Countless dark purple tentacles covered in barbs spewed out from her originally beautiful mouth!

The tentacles were sticky and covered in barbs, instantly sealing off the entire carriage passageway.

Jiang Han: 凸(艹皿艹)

"She's quite pretty, but her mouth is open way too wide."

Silva: ꐦ(╬◣д◢)

Her blue eyes instantly turned blood red.

The temperature in the entire carriage dropped below freezing at that moment.

The tentacles, like a vast, all-encompassing net, enveloped Jiang Han's head.

Jiang Han not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

The blood scythe in his hand left a dark red afterimage as it slashed fiercely at the pile of writhing, rotten flesh.