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

When dozens of "living bronze abysses" shot out from the ground, Jiang Han did not retreat.

He also handed over the black gold ancient sword.

The tip of the knife touched one of the vines.

"when."

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

The surface of the vines gleamed with the eerie light of ancient bronzes, yet the patterns resembled living flesh, with each strand clinging to the surface and gently twitching.

This scene was captured by drone cameras and broadcast to a global audience.

In the live broadcast room, more than 200 million viewers couldn't hold back their excitement.

[What...what is this thing? Metal? Is it still alive?]

I'm feeling unwell, and it's moving! It looks like a bunch of rusty meat strips!

[Please don't describe it further, thank you.]

In the command center of Bureau 749, the data analyst's eyes were bloodshot from working so hard.

"Report to Director Long! The constituent material cannot be analyzed! It completely contradicts the known physical properties of metals!"

"Its movement pattern is closer to that of biological muscle tissue!"

Long Guozhu stared at the screen, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Ironically, Jiang Han was quite free at this time.

The tone was almost as if he were looking at weeds in his own yard.

"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of local specialties."

"This thing is called 'Abyssal Living Bronze,' and it's considered a low-end, failed product of 'Creation God Mud.'"

He paused, as if choosing a way of explaining that even a layman could understand.

"To put it simply, they are living metal guards sculpted from special clay."

"For guarding the tomb."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the living bronze statues were provoked by the phrase "local specialty."

Whoosh whoosh!

Dozens of vines intertwined and wove together in the blink of an eye, forming a huge bronze net that pressed down from above, heading straight for Jiang Han's head.

On the giant net, every bronze vine was twisting and turning, the friction sound making one's back tighten, and the strong wind it generated stirred up dust from the ground.

Their goal is crystal clear.

Grind everything in the net into minced meat.

[Aaaaaaah! Jiang Shen, dodge quickly!!!]

This speed is outrageous! We're doomed!

[I knew it! He overdid it! Now let's see how he gets out of this!]

The haters immediately perked up, and the live chat was filled with gloating.

The air in the 749 Bureau command center was oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

"The strangulation speed is here! Three hundred meters per second! The impact force... exceeds the frontal armor's maximum withstand limit!"

"Any carbon-based organism would be crushed into powder in 0.01 seconds!"

"The chance of survival... is zero!"

Long Guozhu grabbed the communicator and yelled into the other end, "Missiles ready! I don't care about any restricted area rules anymore! Immediately..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

On the screen, the giant bronze net had already been laid down.

Jiang Han didn't even change her posture.

No flash.

Do not avoid.

Just moments before the giant net was about to close in and swallow him whole.

He raised his right hand.

He snapped his fingers towards the sky.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

The sound of something breaking through the air was so loud it made your eardrums tingle, and the snap of the fingers was so light it was almost drowned out.

But then, everyone felt a sudden silence fall over the surroundings.

"The Qilin blood within me seems to really like the pure Yang energy in this sky."

Jiang Han even had the leisure to feel the surge of blood in his veins.

next moment.

Boom-! ! ! !

In the clear, cloudless sky, a bolt of golden lightning as thick as a bucket struck down!

The lightning was not the usual blue-white color.

It was so golden it was blinding, so bright it momentarily distorted the camera lens, like molten gold being poured down from the sky.

The intense, masculine energy overwhelmed the gloom hanging over the restricted area.

Then, right in the middle, the giant bronze net was about to close.

There was no exaggerated firelight.

There was only a blindingly bright white light.

After the intense light faded, the giant bronze net that was powerful enough to crush tanks was gone.

Only fine metal powder remained in the air, which was swept up by the wind and fell in a flurry.

Under the pure yang energy of the golden divine lightning, these "living bronze abysses" were directly burned through, vaporized, and evaporated.

The entire live stream had over 200 million viewers.

All the secret agencies around the world that are watching.

It was completely quiet.

The live chat was silent for three seconds.

Then, large text filled the screen, covering the entire image.

Holy crap!!!

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]

[What did I just see? Heaven... lightning?! Am I seeing things?!]

On the ground, the surviving bronze remains, which had miraculously survived, seemed to have encountered their natural enemy.

They writhed wildly, showing no further intention to attack, like insects doused with sulfuric acid, desperately shrinking into the ground.

Then, they fled towards a distant, misty cliff.

On the cliff face, one can vaguely see a huge hanging coffin.

Jiang Han's gaze fell over.

"Is that the hideout?"

He looked away and shrugged at the now-crazy live stream.

"Don't get excited, this isn't magic."

"It's just a basic application of the Qilin bloodline. It naturally carries the effect of lightning punishment against such evil and filthy things."

He chuckled, his tone casual, as if he were remarking on how nice the sun was today.

"It's reasonable for me to summon heavenly lightning, isn't it?"

Reasonable?

That's utterly unreasonable!

This is what you call reasonable?!

The viewers in the live stream could no longer find normal language to express their feelings.

[That makes perfect sense...it makes perfect sense! If Jiang Shen says it's reasonable, then it's reasonable! (o_o；)]

[Jiang Han, the God of Thunder! This is the real-life Thor descending to earth!]

From this day forward, I am Thor's number one lackey! Who agrees? Who disagrees?!

[A humanoid heavenly tribulation! I would call it a humanoid heavenly tribulation!]

The fans went absolutely crazy.

Jiang Han ignored the comments.

He took a step and walked towards the hanging coffin.

Where the living bronze had just retreated, a large area of ​​scorched earth remained.

In the center of the scorched earth, a stone tablet, half-buried in the soil and covered with scratches, is partially exposed.

Jiang Han stopped and squatted down.

He reached out and brushed the dust off the stone tablet.

Lines of ancient characters, written in blood and long since blackened, appeared before the camera.

In the command center of Bureau 749, an elderly paleographer with white hair suddenly stood up, pointed at the screen, and his voice trembled.

"This is...this is the official engraving style of the Ming Dynasty!"

"There's no mistake! This is the work of a Taoist master from the Ming Dynasty!"

In the live stream, everyone held their breath.

Ming Dynasty?

That was hundreds of years ago.

Jiang Han's fingers traced the blood-written words as he translated them, word by word, in a low voice.

"In the thirtieth year of the Jiajing reign, I was ordered by Heaven to enter this ominous place to investigate the secrets of the 'immortals'."

"When he encountered the abyss, he transformed into bronze, becoming incomparably ferocious. After three days of battle, his magical power was exhausted."

"...This creature is inexhaustible and cannot be completely eradicated; we can only temporarily seal off a portion of it outside the village..."

As Jiang Han translated, the hearts of audiences around the world sank lower and lower.

Even the top Taoist masters of the Ming Dynasty could only "temporarily seal off a part"?

The danger level of this restricted area was suddenly raised to a chilling level.

Jiang Han continued reading.

"...The space here is disordered, and yin and yang are reversed, which is beyond human control. I am already seriously injured and unable to move forward."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the last part of the stone tablet.

There, a few words seemed to have been forcibly carved into the stone with fingernails, almost piercing through the monument. Despair and fear, even after five hundred years, weighed heavily on people.

Jiang Han remained silent for a moment before finishing the final, blood-soaked warning.

"There is great terror inside."

"Retreat immediately!"

The inscription on the stone tablet is just a blurry "Zhang" character and a date that sends chills down your spine.

Five hundred years ago.

Audiences worldwide are horrified.

A warning written in blood by a top expert from five hundred years ago is right before our eyes.

That fear and resentment spanning five hundred years, through the screen, felt like a hand gripping everyone's throat.

But...

In this quiet place.

Jiang Han stood up and put away the Black Gold Ancient Sword.

He smiled at the camera.

That smile held a hint of amusement, and an irrepressible excitement.

"That's interesting."

"Since you've said so, senior, then we should definitely go in and take a look."

Done.

Amidst countless cries of "No!" and "Come back!" across the internet.

Jiang Han ignored all advice and dissuasion.

Turn around.

Stepping into the space ahead, it began to distort, like a thick white fog that seemed to lead to the sky.