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

After passing through the distorted white mist, the scene before them caused the entire live stream room to erupt in excitement.

Jiang Han found himself walking on a white jade stone path that floated above a sea of ​​clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath my feet, its depths unfathomable.

Ahead lay ancient village buildings, resembling magnificent palaces and pavilions, shrouded in an ethereal aura, truly giving the impression of a heavenly palace descended to earth.

The drone's wide-angle lens captured this grand yet unreal scene.

My God... is this... a real heavenly palace?!

[It's so beautiful! Is this really a sight that could exist on Earth?]

[Jiang Shen has truly ascended to heaven! Could the legends of Fengxian Village be entirely true?]

Faced with this miraculous spectacle, Jiang Han's face remained expressionless.

He even reached out and touched the white jade railing beside him, listening to the echo.

Then he explained to the camera.

Don't make a fuss.

"This is not a real trip to heaven; it's a sensory deception caused by a 'misalignment of spatial anchor points.'"

"Simply put, the spatial structure here is different from the normal world, so you will have the illusion of walking in the sky."

He looked around and pursed his lips.

"The decor is a bit ostentatious; Da Qin's aesthetic is much more sophisticated."

"However, this earth immortal's taste is indeed a bit extravagant."

This sarcastic remark abruptly pulled the live stream back to reality from its sacred atmosphere.

[Pfft... Such exaggerated taste, isn't it?]

[I would call him the miracle terminator; any wonder becomes down-to-earth in Jiang Shen's words.]

Am I the only one who thinks this? It's beautiful, but... it's too quiet, eerily quiet.

Yes, quiet.

Apart from the sound of the wind carried by the flowing sea of ​​clouds, there was not a single sound of living creatures in the entire "Heavenly Palace" village.

Something's not right about how quiet it is.

Jiang Han's gaze was quickly drawn to something in the center of the village.

That was a coffin.

A perfectly intact "Immortal Coffin" made entirely of unknown jade, radiating brilliance.

It stood in the middle of the white jade road, out of place with the surrounding fairyland, exuding a chilling aura.

The atmosphere in the live stream became tense again.

Jiang Han stepped forward and looked around the coffin.

"Another coffin."

"The specifications of this coffin are much higher than those of the 'split personality coffin' outside, which was partially suppressed by Master Zhang."

He complained to the camera, "This village is full of shrines and coffins, it might as well be called Coffin Village."

[I second that! This name is so fitting!]

[Jiang Shen, don't touch it! I have a feeling something's wrong with this coffin! It's even more eerie than the last one!]

Please don't open it!

The comments section was filled with dissuasion.

But who is Jiang Han?

The phrase "listen to advice" doesn't exist in his dictionary.

He reached out and placed his hand directly on the coffin lid.

It's so cold it feels like it's about to stick to your skin.

He took a breath, his arm muscles bulged, and he exerted force!

"Squeak—"

A heavy scraping sound rang out, making one's scalp tingle.

He pushed the coffin lid open a crack.

White, chilly air seeped out from the cracks, like cold mist gushing out of a freezer door when it's opened.

In the live stream, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the ever-growing crack.

at last.

The coffin lid was pushed open completely.

The sight inside the coffin made everyone gasp.

An old man was lying inside.

With white hair and a youthful face, his complexion was as rosy as a baby's, and he looked as vibrant as if he were just asleep.

He was dressed in a magnificent ancient Taoist robe, his hands folded over his abdomen, and he was holding an ancient silk scroll in his hands.

That face was so red.

It's abnormally red.

The eyelashes on the tightly closed eyes were still fluttering slightly, as if they would open at any moment.

Alive?!

Holy crap! Is this the remains of an immortal? It's so well preserved!

[Could it be a zombie?! I'm scared! Jiang Shen, quickly close the lid and run!]

The live chat exploded with comments.

Jiang Han's gaze didn't linger on the old man's face for long.

He saw through the "corpse" at a glance.

His gaze was fixed on the silk scroll in the old man's hand.

On the scroll, you can vaguely see a few ancient characters: "The Secret Record of Stealing the Dao and Ascending to Immortality".

Interesting, the name is quite honest.

Jiang Han sneered inwardly.

He reached into the coffin, bypassing the lifelike "corpse," and went directly to take the silk scroll.

At the same time, he explained to the live stream:

"It's just a fake corpse, what's there to be afraid of?"

"This body was put in later."

These words left the live stream audience stunned once again.

[Fake? No way! It looks so real!]

[Was it put in later? Who put it in? Why put a fake corpse in there?]

Jiang Han's fingers had already touched the cool silk scroll. He felt the energy fluctuations emanating from the scroll and continued to explain:

"Simple, judge from the energy year."

"The energy fluctuations in this coffin and this scroll are at least several thousand years old."

"But this so-called 'corpse' has been in the coffin for no more than five hundred years."

Five hundred years!

At this moment, Bureau 749 and all the viewers immediately thought of one person—Zhang Zhenren from the Ming Dynasty!

Jiang Han added, "Furthermore, look inside the coffin lid."

The drone camera immediately zoomed in for a close-up.

On the smooth inner wall of the jade coffin lid, there were several deep scratches.

"These scratches were left when someone forcibly opened the coffin from the outside."

"In other words, five hundred years ago, someone came here, opened this coffin, and put this fake corpse inside."

All clues point to Master Zhang, who disappeared after leaving a warning in blood.

What exactly happened to him back then?

Just as everyone was engrossed in speculating about history.

Jiang Han stopped moving.

His hand, which was about to pick up the scroll, hovered in mid-air.

He looked up.

His gaze passed over the coffin and looked behind him.

All was quiet.

The only sound in the entire Tiangong Village was the faint buzzing of the drones.

In the live stream, viewers were frantically spamming question marks because of this sudden change.

【? ? ? ? 】

[What's wrong? Why isn't Jiang Shen moving?]

What...what is he looking at? Is there something behind him?

Jiang Han didn't say anything.

His Qilin bloodline sounded a sharp alarm at this moment.

He sensed it.

Something that is "neither alive nor dead".

Something that exists without any life force.

It appeared silently behind him.

next moment.

A sinister, monotonous, and flat voice sounded very close behind him.

"Immortal..."

"...Are you looking for our village chief?"

These words were clearly transmitted through the microphone to the ears of more than 200 million viewers worldwide.

Everyone's hair stood on end.

Countless people watching the live stream were so startled they jumped up from their chairs.

The drone's camera was rotating with great difficulty, as if it were being held down by some unseen force.

In the shot.

A man stood less than half a meter behind Jiang Han.

He was dressed in tattered ancient village clothing, his clothes covered in wet mud, as if he had just been dug out of the ground.

He had his head down, so his face was not visible.

The scariest thing was those eyes.

They lacked focus and vitality, resembling two cloudy glass beads.

He just stared at Jiang Han's back.

Faced with this sudden, eerie villager, and the appearance of a spirit that could terrify an ordinary person to the point of weakness.

Jiang Han withdrew her hand, which was about to grab the scroll.

He turned around.

He met the gaze of that strange villager.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled beneath their feet, and the atmosphere around them was so oppressive that it made their chests feel suffocated.

The villager who called himself "Wang Shengsi" raised his mud-covered hand and pointed to the lifelike old man in the coffin.

He continued speaking:

"The village chief, in his quest for ascension, has been sleeping here for a thousand years."

"I'm afraid I can't respond to the Immortal."

millennium?

Jiang Han gently pressed down her eyelids.

He had just determined that the body had been in the coffin for no more than five hundred years.

This "villager" who suddenly appeared was lying from the moment he opened his mouth.

The real "game" has begun.