Chapter 7
: Ghost Soldiers Borrowing a Path?
The whistling wind instantly filled my ears, and the feeling of weightlessness felt like a giant hand gripping my heart.
Jiang Han's figure traced a black arc in the air before plummeting rapidly.
The live stream was filled with screams, and the chat even experienced a brief pause.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
There was no scene of being smashed to pieces as expected.
Jiang Han's legs were firmly planted on a protruding rock platform, his knees slightly bent, thus absorbing the enormous impact.
The rocks beneath their feet crumbled, and rubble tumbled into the abyss, the echoes going unheard for a long time.
It was more than 100 meters from the top of the valley, and the surroundings were as dark as the underworld.
Only the sliver of light overhead proved that he was still alive.
Jiang Han slowly straightened up, her face flushed with a sickly redness.
It wasn't because of the exercise, but because of the intense, almost tangible, malevolent energy here.
The Qilin bloodline within him had been provoked and was now boiling wildly, scorching every inch of his meridians.
pain.
A pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
But he laughed, a somewhat neurotic laugh.
"System, is this the 'way out' you were talking about?"
He asked coldly in his mind.
[Ding! This is the outer vent of the 'Gates of Hell'. The true entrance is in the deep pool below. You must wait until the 'Zi' hour (11 PM - 1 AM) when the Yin energy is at its strongest and the gates of hell open wide before you can enter.]
[Warning: Host's vital signs are declining! Qilin bloodline backlash is occurring! Please replenish with high-energy blood immediately!]
Jiang Han's eyes darkened.
He sat down against the cold rock wall, reached into his backpack with one hand, and pulled out a dark red, slightly wriggling lump.
This is a free gift from the system's newbie gift pack—[Qilin Blood (Fragment)].
It looked like a piece of rotten raw meat, emitting a nauseating, bloody stench.
The high-definition cameras in the live stream faithfully recorded this scene.
[Holy crap! What is that thing?! It's moving?!]
Raw meat? The streamer is going to eat it raw? No way, that could cause parasites!
[Ugh... I was eating, and I just threw up!]
[This guy's insane! He'd risk his life for attention?]
Jiang Han ignored the panic in the comments.
He expressionlessly stuffed the foul-smelling thing into his mouth.
chew.
"Crunch, crunch."
A sickening sound echoed in the silent abyss.
A trickle of crimson liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth, slid down his pale chin, and dripped onto his black windbreaker.
The texture was like chewing on a piece of bloody ice, both fishy and bitter.
But as he swallowed, a powerful warm current exploded in his abdomen, forcefully suppressing the rampant fire poison within his body.
"call……"
Jiang Han exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was faintly accompanied by a wisp of white mist.
Then he pulled out a silver military-style flask.
It contained 68-degree strong liquor mixed with realgar.
Look up.
Flood it.
The pungent liquor, like a fiery thread, rolled down my throat, burning and stinging.
But the red light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by extreme calmness.
"happy."
He wiped his mouth, his eyes fixed on the darkness below with a sinister look. "This is the proper farewell drink."
Time passed second by second.
The temperature in the abyss dropped sharply, as if even the air was about to freeze.
Midnight.
It's midnight.
A strange sound suddenly came from the depths of the once silent canyon.
"Ring ring... Ring ring..."
It sounded like a wind chime, or like chains dragging on the ground.
Immediately following was a series of synchronized footsteps.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound didn't come from above, but from the void below!
Jiang Han suddenly opened her eyes.
In his field of vision, the black mist below began to churn violently, and vaguely, it even conjured up the shadows of thousands of troops!
Those shadows, clad in tattered armor, wielding broken spears, their faces blurred, were marching in a long line, silently heading into the depths of the abyss.
Ghostly soldiers are borrowing a path!
The live stream screen started flickering wildly, as if it were being subjected to strong magnetic field interference.
Am I going blind? I think I saw so many figures!
[I saw it too! Holy crap! What kind of holographic projection is that?]
Don't scare me! It's the middle of the night!
[Run, streamer! This place is really creepy!]
Jiang Han stood up, swaying slightly, but stood ramrod straight.
He looked at the illusory shadows and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Ghost soldiers borrowing a path?"
He reached behind his back and gripped the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Since you can leave, why can't I, Jiang Han, leave?"
Instead of running, he took a step forward, with half of his foot dangling in the air.
The strong wind made his clothes flutter loudly.
He faced the camera, his eyes revealing a chilling madness:
"Brothers, stay close."
"This leap will either make you a god or a ghost."
"No matter which one it is, I'll take you to see what hell really looks like!"
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and unzipped his windbreaker.