Chapter 6
What did she call me? Big Zongzi?!
Although the misunderstanding was cleared up, the atmosphere in the carriage became even more strange.
The driver didn't dare to speak, but just floored the accelerator, wishing he could fly out of this godforsaken place immediately.
Natasha huddled in the corner, occasionally stealing a glance at Jiang Han.
Their gaze shifted from initial disdain to... awe, even tinged with a hint of fanaticism.
As a nation known for its fighting spirit, she admires the strong.
The power that Jiang Han just displayed has exceeded her understanding of human beings.
"that……"
Natasha finally mustered up her courage, shifted her position, and cautiously moved closer.
She wanted to express her respect and, incidentally, to build a closer relationship.
After all, in this godforsaken place, following such a powerful figure would definitely double your chances of survival.
Her mind raced, searching through the slang and underworld terms her Chinese friends had taught her.
It is said that in China, there are specific terms used to praise the top figures in an industry.
She cleared her throat, gave a thumbs-up, and said in extremely earnest but broken Chinese:
"You... are a huge... rice dumpling!"
"puff--"
Jiang Han, who was drinking water, almost spat it out.
He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Natasha.
For the first time, a feeling of "speechlessness" appeared in his eyes.
Zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)?
I am a living ancestor of the Qilin bloodline, suppressing all evil, and you call me a zombie?
The live stream chat erupted in laughter.
[Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! Help!]
[What the hell?! This is a giant zombie! Where did this Russian girl learn tomb raiding slang?!]
[There's nothing wrong with that! The streamer's expression and movements really do resemble a giant, sentient rice dumpling!]
[Natasha: I was complimenting you! Why aren't you happy?]
Natasha's heart skipped a beat as she watched Jiang Han's face darken.
Was the wording not respectful enough?
Yes! That must be it!
That friend once said that important people like to keep a low profile.
So she quickly tried to salvage the situation, pointing earnestly to the black gold ancient sword in Jiang Han's arms, and then to Jiang Han himself:
"You are...my...Ghost Blows Out the Light?"
What she wanted to express was a "guiding light".
Jiang Han: "..."
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to throw the woman out of the car.
"Shut up."
He coldly uttered two words.
"Okay, boss." Natasha understood this time and immediately obediently zipped up her mouth.
The car finally drove out of the Gobi Desert.
The scene ahead suddenly changed.
The once clear sky here seemed to have been cut off by a knife.
On one side, there was blue sky and white clouds; on the other, dark clouds loomed overhead, and lightning bolts danced wildly.
The massive black canyon, like a hideous scar, stretches across the land, exuding a chilling aura of death.
At the entrance to the canyon stands a weathered stone monument.
Eight large characters were written on it in blood-red paint:
[Military restricted area. Unauthorized trespassers will be executed.]
Beside the stone tablet, there were countless white bones of cattle and sheep, and even the wreckage of several rusty jeeps.
This is Kunlun Death Valley.
The true gates of hell.
"We're here, we're here..." The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped a hundred meters away, refusing to go any further. "Young man, I don't want the money anymore, you get out of the car now, I have to go!"
Jiang Han didn't say anything, slung the Black Gold Ancient Sword over his shoulder, and got out of the car.
The cold wind was like a knife, whipping up sand and gravel that stung my face.
Natasha jumped down as well.
Her team was waiting for her in the safe zone on the other side; they were just there to conduct geological surveys on the outskirts.
Seeing Jiang Han walk straight towards the stone tablet, Natasha became anxious.
She rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Han's sleeve, pointed to the depths of the thundercloud-shrouded canyon, and cried out in terror:
"No! That place...hell! We can't go! We'll die!"
She genuinely wanted to save the man.
That monster was just a watchdog on the outside; no one dares to imagine what's inside.
Jiang Han stopped in her tracks.
He glanced down at the hand gripping his sleeve, then slowly raised his head to look at the darkness that seemed to devour everything.
System notifications rang frantically in his mind:
[Ding! You have arrived at the mission location: the entrance to Death Valley.]
[High-energy magnetic field reaction detected! Numerous signs of prehistoric life detected!]
[Mission activated: Please enter immediately!]
Jiang Han gently brushed Natasha's hand away.
The movement was light, yet it carried an undeniable resolve.
"Let's go back."
His back was to Natasha, and his voice, though broken by the wind, was exceptionally clear.
"You came here to see the scenery."
"And I came here..."
"It's to go home."
After saying that, he never looked back.
That slender yet upright figure, carrying an ancient sword taller than himself, stepped into that forbidden zone where thunder and death intertwined.
Natasha stood there, stunned, watching the figure disappear into the black mist.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
The previously cheerful chat in the live stream room also stopped.
A strange sense of tragic grandeur enveloped everyone.
It wasn't until Jiang Han's figure completely disappeared that the viewers in front of the screen came back to their senses.
That madman... he actually went in!
at the same time.
Jiang Han had just stepped into the valley entrance and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when a rapid red alert suddenly rang in his mind:
【warn!warn! 】
[The real entrance has been detected not at the bottom of the valley, but below the cliff!]
[Host, please jump into the 100-meter abyss ahead immediately! Otherwise, you will be obliterated by the lightning storm!]
Jiang Han walked to the edge of the cliff.
Beneath their feet lay a bottomless black mist, from which they could faintly hear the heavy dragging of chains, like the struggle of demons from hell.
"Jump off a cliff?"
A crazy smile crept onto Jiang Han's lips.
"That suits me perfectly."
next second.
Amid the horrified screams of tens of thousands of spectators, he spread his arms and leaped into the endless abyss!