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

The moment Jiang Han lifted the coffin lid, a living bronze figure as thick as an adult's waist shot out from inside the coffin.

The speed was so fast that the air itself seemed to shriek as it was being torn apart.

That thing was locked onto Jiang Han's throat.

The distance was less than half a meter.

There is a pulse on the surface of the whiskers.

The interplay of metal and flesh is clearly visible.

Snapped.

The sound was muffled.

The tip of the living bronze weapon struck Jiang Han's throat.

Then it stopped.

It was pressed against his skin.

I can't get in.

Not even a white mark was left.

Jiang Han glanced down.

"Um?"

The living bronze rod, thicker than a water vat, pressed against his neck and frantically tried to penetrate him.

The fleshy veins on the bronze surface swell and tremble.

I strained.

It's straining.

Use all your strength.

It still can't break through the defenses.

"You're finished," Jiang Han said.

It wasn't said to the camera.

It was said to that living bronze object.

The voice just fell.

A dense hissing sound came from all directions at the same time.

The drone camera zoomed out.

All the living bronze figures on the entire mountainside emerged from the cracks in the rocks.

Hundreds of them.

No, thousands of them.

Some are as thick as a water tank, while others are as thin as an arm.

Every single "eyeball" structure on it opened its eyes wide, staring intently at Jiang Han.

They emerged from the mountain walls, from the hanging coffins, and from beneath the clouds.

The area where Jiang Han was located was completely surrounded.

Densely packed.

Like a living metal curtain wall shrinking and closing.

The smell of corrosive metal was so strong it was pungent.

【It's all over, all over, all over, all over, all over!!!】

[This quantity is terrifying! Last time there were only a few on the outer perimeter, but here they are everywhere!!! The entire wall is covered!!!]

[Jiang Shen, watch out!!! Can't all of them attack at once?!]

My hands are shaking, this scene is too overwhelming for my trypophobia...

The live chat was filled with expressions of terror.

Jiang Han stood in the very center of the encirclement.

It was surrounded by countless writhing metallic fleshy tentacles.

He looked around.

Then extend your right hand.

Raise your index finger.

A wisp of lightning condensed at his fingertips.

It's thinner than a strand of hair.

Almost invisible.

Just that one wisp.

The living bronze swarm reacted even faster than Jiang Han.

The instant that ray of lightning appeared—

All the living bronze figures stopped simultaneously.

All those wriggling tentacles, open "eyeballs," and swollen flesh and veins went silent at the same moment.

There was silence for 0.3 seconds.

then.

"Whoosh whoo ...

Thousands of living bronze rods were frantically retracting at a speed ten times faster than when they arrived.

That scene—

Like a group of snakes basking in the sun who were suddenly stepped on by their tails, they all scurried into their holes.

They were in the most embarrassing situation imaginable.

The thick ones huddled together, vying to squeeze into the cracks in the rocks, while the thin ones simply tangled up and rolled into the abyss.

All those "eyeball" structures were tightly closed, as if they dared not look.

Three seconds.

Thousands of living bronze figures have all disappeared.

Only a dense array of holes and scratches left behind as they retracted on the mountainside.

It's quiet now.

It was completely quiet.

Only Jiang Han stood still.

The wisp of lightning, as thin as a spider's thread, on his right index finger had not yet dissipated.

There was a five-second pause in the live chat.

Then the spam started coming faster than the live bronze-level character could run away.

[Haha ...

【(≖ᴗ≖✧) Is that all? This is the mentality of someone supposedly guarding the restricted area? ? ?】

[A single finger... a wisp of lightning... and they all vanished?!]

[I was so scared I almost dropped my phone, and you're telling me it's this kind of trash???]

[Living Bronze Level Inner Monologue: It's not that I don't want to fight, it's just that this lightning is unreasonable! ヽ(ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉ]

I used to think this thing was terrifying, but it's like a tickle, it doesn't even break the skin, and I'm even afraid of thunder...

Jiang Han looked at the empty mountain wall.

Then the camera turns to the viewfinder.

"I noticed that before."

"This thing is afraid of lightning."

"I tried it once before when we were outside, let's double-check it today."

"Yes, that's true."

"I'm terrified."

He dispersed the lightning at his fingertips.

The comments section went crazy.

【"Completely afraid"—hahahaha, that's such a harsh comment!!】

[Living Bronze: The passive resistance has officially begun ㅍ_ㅍ]

[They used to guard the tomb with such prestige for hundreds of years, but today they're all scared away by a single finger. Where's their dignity?]

[Just wondering, could this thing have been traumatized by Zhang Zhenren's thunder magic from 500 years ago?]

[↑ Makes sense! Absolutely makes sense! The fact that Master Zhang survived here back then means he also knows thunder magic! These things are struck by lightning from a young age!]

[Living Bronze Level: I shouldn't be on duty, I should be a permanent employee. Where can I apply for workers' compensation? (╥ω╥)]

Deep in the mountainside.

There are also a few of the boldest living bronze pieces, with only the very end of each piece showing in the crevice.

Like spying.

The "eyeballs" above were half-open and half-closed, peeking at Jiang Han's receding figure.

As soon as Jiang Han's gaze swept over, the little tail twitched back.

Jiang Han ignored them.

He continued walking forward, stepping on the void.

The lightning enveloped him, and wherever it passed, the living bronze figures on the mountain walls shrank and retreated.

Not a single thing dared to block the way.

unobstructed.

He stopped in less than two minutes.

We stopped in front of a hanging coffin.

It was the breath that was heard earlier.

Wood.

obsolete.

It has turned black.

There are no patterns or carvings.

The ornate jade coffins next to it, tightly wrapped with living bronze figures, formed a stark contrast to it.

The simpler it is, the more eerie it becomes.

Jiang Han noticed three faint marks on the surface of the coffin.

Shapes that resemble symbols.

He glanced at it but didn't say anything more.

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

Push away.

"Squeak—"

The rotten wood emitted a dull grating sound.

The coffin lid was lifted to one side.

The drone camera lens fell into the coffin.

Everyone saw it.

The comments section went silent for a moment.

There was a person lying in the coffin.

But saying "person" is no longer quite accurate.

It was a body that had withered to the extreme.

The skin was dry and cracked, clinging to the bone.

Each rib is clearly countable.

Only thin, dry skin remained on his cheekbones, and his facial features were so sunken that they were indistinct.

The most terrifying thing is his lower body.

Below the waist, the skin and flesh have completely disappeared.

The exposed bones had grown together with the wood grain of the coffin.

It's impossible to tell which part is bone and which part is coffin.

His lower body had merged with the coffin.

He wore three bronze talismans on his chest.

Dim and without light.

It looks like it could break at any moment.

His right hand remained clenched into a fist.

His five fingers were curled up, as if he hadn't let go of anything until the very last moment.

But my hands were already empty.

The chat remained silent for a full three seconds.

Then, a deluge of words flooded in.

【…】

Is this even human...?

[Five hundred years... his lower body has grown into the coffin...]

What did he go through...? It must have been a million times more painful than death...

No, his hand was gripping something. Where is that thing? Who took it?

I want to cry. I really want to cry. A living, breathing person has been trapped in this place for five hundred years.

Jiang Han looked at the person in the coffin.

There was no further reaction.

He made a quick judgment.

This person is still alive.

But it was the last gasp of a lamp, its life exhausted.

He took out the Emperor's Essence from his personal space.

No hesitation.

They poured the liquid directly onto the withered body.

When the Emperor's Essence comes into contact with dry, cracked skin, it is absorbed rapidly.

The speed is astonishing.

It's like a sponge that's been dry for three years being thrown into water.

It dried the first time I poured it out.

The second time, it dried up in the blink of an eye.

the third time.

the fourth time.

the fifth time.

The absorption rate only slowed down on the eighth time.

The chest of that body began to rise and fall slightly.

The vital signs are gradually recovering.

The situation was barely managed to shift from "I could die at any time" to "I won't die for the time being".

[Isn't the Emperor's Dew the same thing that catalyzed the demons before? Using this stuff to save people??]

[Wait a minute, think about it. Those corpse-dissolving masters before relied on the Emperor's Elixir to become demons, but this person relies on it to prolong their life. Does this mean the Emperor's Elixir has a life-extending effect on normal people?]

[He collapsed eight times before he stabilized... How weak is this person...?]

[Jiang Shen's actions were so decisive; he saved me without any hesitation. I cried.]

Jiang Han put down the Emperor's Flowing Liquid.

I squatted down next to the coffin and waited.

About a minute later.

The body's eyelids twitched.

A very thin crack appeared.

A sliver of light peeked out from the cloudy eyeball, where the pupil was almost invisible.

Lips move.

The sound it made was even softer than the wind.

hoarse.

Like dry branches being crushed.

"Thank you..."

Two words.

He used all his strength.

Jiang Han nodded without urging him.

Those cloudy eyes struggled to focus as they looked around.

Then he looked at Jiang Han.

The lips moved again.

This problem has everyone on edge.

"May I ask...?"

"What year is it now...?"

In the five hundred years of darkness, the first thing he asked was...

It's not about "who I am".

It wasn't "Save me".

It's time.

He wanted to know how long he had been trapped.

In the live chat, some people couldn't help but express their feelings.

"...I can't take it anymore."

Five hundred years. His first question was, "What year is it now?"

[Like a lost soul returning to his hometown... I feel suffocated even watching this through the screen.]

This is even more heartbreaking than that fish from 30,000 years ago. Fish don't understand time, but humans do.

Jiang Han answered him.

"2024."

Those cloudy eyes closed for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, there was an indescribable emotion within.

It's not just sadness.

Deeper than sadness.

It's a sense of relief.

It's that feeling of relief when you've waited so long and finally don't have to wait anymore.

"Five...hundreds..."

His voice was like an echo coming from a dry well.

"I never thought... I'd see the light of day again."

Jiang Han did not respond.

He gave the other person a few seconds to process their emotions.

Then he opened his mouth.

"You are the one who left the talisman in the 30th year of the Jiajing reign."

It is not a question.

It is a declarative sentence.

The withered body did not deny it.

A hoarse voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, carrying the vicissitudes of five hundred years.

"good……"

"I am indeed the unwise one who left the stone tablet."

"Back then, I was young and impetuous, and knowing full well that this place was forbidden, I still insisted on trespassing."

"As a result... they were trapped here for five hundred years."

Jiang Han looked at the three dim bronze talismans on his chest.

"Things from the Zhengyi School of Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Zhenren was not surprised that Jiang Han recognized him.

"Um……"

"If it weren't for the protection of these three bronze talismans left by our patriarch... I would have been reduced to bones long ago."

His voice was a little clearer than before.

The effects of the imperial fluid are slowly taking hold.

But his mental state suddenly tensed up halfway through his sentence.

In those eyes that had just regained a little bit of their sparkle.

A strong sense of fear arose.

He looked at Jiang Han.

The voice was trembling.

"How...did you get in?"

"That thing..."

A dry, gurgling sound came from his throat.

"That thing that emerged from the white mist..."

Is it still outside?