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

"Master, was Hela's dance... beautiful?"

Beneath the sacred tree of Jianmu on the island, Hela wore only a few wisps of ice-blue gauze.

Her long, slender legs were dazzlingly white under the divine light.

As she spun around, a wisp of her fragrance wafted into Jiang Han's nostrils.

Fine beads of sweat slid down her delicate collarbone.

It gathered into a small puddle in that bottomless ravine.

The icy blue gauze could barely cover anything.

As she swayed her hips,

Those two plump mounds of snow bounced up and down in the air.

It whips out extremely exaggerated waves of flesh.

Hela walked barefoot on the sand, her ten toes painted with bright red nail polish.

Each time you stand on your tiptoes, you stretch the muscles in your calves to their limit.

She spun around and moved closer to Jiang Han, her fair thighs brushing against his knees intentionally or unintentionally.

Hella: (oYo)

"Master, why aren't you saying anything? Is Hela not dancing hard enough, or are your eyes looking somewhere else?"

Jiang Han leaned back on the meteorite throne with an air of grandeur, toying with two jet-black beads in his hands.

He raised his eyelids and his gaze swept over the shimmering white expanse twice.

"That little slut, she'll try to climb on the roof and tear the tiles off if she doesn't get disciplined every day."

Jiang Han snorted and raised his right hand, grabbing Hela's slender waist.

The touch from my palm was smooth and hot, with amazing elasticity.

"You danced well, but this outfit is too cumbersome."

"You vixen, have you forgotten your place?"

"A sword, all you do is think about is how to seduce your master. I think you deserve a good beating."

Hela's soft flesh was pinched, and a sweet, delicate moan escaped her throat.

She leaned softly into Jiang Han's arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her stunningly beautiful face close to his ear.

Hela: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

"As long as Master is willing, Hela can be your scabbard at any time. You can insert it however you like."

Jiang Han was about to slap those round, fleshy buttocks when...

Suddenly, I heard a metallic scraping sound at my feet.

A deformed baby dragon, over ten meters long, was lying in the sand pit beneath the throne.

It nudged Jiang Han's combat boots with its head covered in black metallic scales.

Two streams of hot white steam shot out of the young dragon's nostrils.

Each breath created visible ripples in the air.

It stretched out its forked tongue ingratiatingly.

It licked Jiang Han's shoe and made a whimpering sound like a dog barking.

Jiang Han kicked the huge dragon head away.

"Get out of my way, and don't get your saliva on my shoes."

The young dragon shrank its neck in grievance and lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

Just then, the special communicator that Jiang Han had tossed onto the armrest of the throne began to vibrate wildly.

The shrill ringing of the bell shattered the idyllic atmosphere of the island.

Jiang Han frowned and pressed the answer button with a look of impatience.

"Spit it out."

From the other end of the phone came Ji Boda's distorted screams, his voice trembling and disjointed.

Ji Boda: (꒪Д꒪)

"Grandpa Jiang! My dear grandfather! Something terrible has happened! Please come and save us!"

Jiang Han picked at his ear and moved the communicator half a meter away.

"The King of Hell has posted a notice: What kind of nonsense are you spouting here?"

"If the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up; why are you wailing and lamenting?"

Ji Boda was swallowing hard on the other end of the line.

The background noise was filled with the wailing of sirens and the sound of hurried footsteps.

"The Burial Dragon's Dark Pool! It's that thing in the Burial Dragon's Dark Pool!"

"The black water dragon, bound to the bottom of the pool by the chains of the Qin Dynasty...it has opened its eyes!"

"Not only did it open its eyes, but new black scales actually grew back from the rotten flesh on its body!"

That mutation was caused by the Qilin blood you left behind!

Jiang Han pursed his lips and tapped Hela's back idly with his fingers.

"So what if it has scales? Do I need to be notified before getting it a manicure?"

Ji Boda was on the verge of tears, his voice filled with deep despair.

Ji Boda: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

"No, Master Jiang! It's frantically ramming against the chains underwater, causing earthquakes throughout the entire base!"

"Our recording equipment captured its brainwaves; it's calling your name! It's saying it's going to tear you apart!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Han immediately burst out laughing.

"Dig out my eyes when I open them, and sew my mouth back up when I call my name."

"A bunch of ignorant reptiles. Is a dead dog that's been chained up for thousands of years really worth scaring you like this?"

Ji Boda wanted to say something more, but Jiang Han was too lazy to listen.

"Tell that snake to wash its neck clean and wait. I'll go and pull out its tendons after I finish my business."

After saying that, Jiang Han immediately cut off the communication.

He tossed the communicator aside, stood up, and his bones cracked like popping beans.

Hela got up from the ground, stood obediently behind him, and helped him put on a black trench coat.

"Master, where are we going now? To kill that dragon?"

Jiang Han shook his head, and two blazing flames ignited in his golden pupils.

"There's no rush to kill the dog; let's cook the meat in the pot first."

He raised his hand and tapped in mid-air.

"System, start broadcasting."

[Ding! The live stream has been forcibly connected to the global network, coordinates—Evil Luo Sea City!]

A dark rift opened in the void, and Jiang Han took a step out, with Hela following closely behind.

The sensation underfoot changed instantly.

No longer is it a soft, warm sandy beach, but hard, cold blue bricks covered with dark red bloodstains.

A stench of rotting, ancient corpses filled the air, and black ash floated in the air.

The moment the live stream started, the screens of billions of viewers around the world lit up instantly.

The barrage of comments refreshed like snowflakes, and the entire server was operating at overload.

[Holy crap! Jiang Shen is finally streaming! Grandpa, the streamer you're following has updated!]

Wait a minute... where am I? And why is the sun purple?

[I smell... the stench of an old, rotting corpse! This live stream with all three senses is so realistic! I threw up my entire takeout meal!]

Is this the underworld? Why are all the bricks on the ground oozing blood?!

Jiang Han stood in the middle of the blue brick street, looking up ahead.

The camera slowly rose as he looked up.

A black royal city, ten times larger than Yanjing.

It sits lifelessly above the boundless abyss.

The city walls were covered with huge serpentine totems, dozens of meters long.

The eyes of those snake heads were all inlaid with human skulls, and they were staring at the camera with a ferocious smile.

The sky was dark purple, with crimson light churning within the clouds.

Jiang Han put one hand in his pocket, his tone calm and without any fluctuation.

"Welcome to Evil Luo Sea City."

"The ultimate forbidden zone once used by the Qin Empire to imprison death row inmates."

He strolled through the ashes-covered streets, his leather boots echoing crisply on the blood-stained bricks.

"This city died out 30,000 years ago; not even a single human hair remains."

"What you are seeing now is just a fragment of memory left in the mind of some old monster, a fake world that has been forcibly materialized."

The experts in the live chat were all in an uproar.

[749 Bureau of History Research Institute: A death row inmate's prison in the Qin Dynasty? This is not recorded in any historical books! Mr. Jiang, are you joking?]

[Dragon Kingdom Geographical Society: Visualizing memories? This violates all the laws of physics! This is impossible!]

Jiang Han looked at the comments and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips.

"Physical laws? Here, I am the law."

He continued walking, and some blurry shadows began to appear on both sides of the street.

The shadows gradually solidified, transforming into "people" dressed in strange attire.

They set up stalls, hawked their wares, and walked around the streets, completely ignoring the presence of Jiang Han and Hela.

The scene was extremely eerie, like stepping into a silent, old black-and-white film.

Just then, a bold red bullet screen flashed wildly at the top of the screen.

[Jiang Shen, run! Behind you... those 'people' setting up stalls, why are they covered in white hair?!]

Jiang Han immediately turned around.

All the "residents" on the street stopped what they were doing and stared at him with lifeless eyes.

The mouths of those "residents," split open to their ears, spewed out not human language, but thick, black blood.

Jiang Han not only didn't run away,

Instead, a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand slowly pressed down on the hilt of the Xuanlu sword:

"Hela, it looks like our dinner... is sorted out."