Chapter 82 The Foreign Monk and the Strange Car Accident Appear...

When they arrived at Jingli Plaza Station, the father in white shirt nodded to Shuhang, and then he and his young wife moved to the subway exit to get a good seat, preparing to get off at the next station.

He originally wanted to leave a business card for Shuhang, but this time he was taking his family out to play and he didn't have a business card with him, so he had to give up. Furthermore, if we meet by chance, there will be no chance of meeting again in the future... It should be.

There are relatively few people getting on the train at Jingli Plaza Station. Once the station door opens, people get off the train in order, and people on the platform line up to get on the train one by one.

The last person to get on the bus was a tall, bald white man, who was stunned.

It is not uncommon for white people to have bald heads, but it is really rare to see neat six-point ring scars on their bald heads.

This is a real foreign monk, more than two meters tall, with a shiny bald head. In this hot weather, he was still wearing a thick monk's robe, wrapping himself tightly, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and muttering something in his mouth, looking very professional.

Is being a monk really a very profitable profession these days? Even foreigners come here to grab jobs?

It is said that foreign monks like to chant sutras. They are all from foreign countries. They are far enough away, so they must be very popular, right?

When people on the subway saw the foreign monk, they all took the initiative to keep their distance from him - on such a hot day, just looking at his equipment made him feel hot. If you get close, you can feel the heat coming from the other person's body!

Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at the foreign monk - not only was he tall, but his energy and blood levels were much higher than those of ordinary people. Moreover, his mental power was so powerful that Song Shuhang, who was in an 'alert' state, could sense the gap between the other party's mental power and his own. If Song Shuhang's mental power at this time is like a small light bulb, then the mental power of this foreign monk is like a big searchlight!

However, the great monk seemed unable to control his powerful mental power and allowed it to scatter randomly.

This guy is not just an ordinary person, but also a monk?

Song Shuhang guessed in his mind.

He closed his eyes again and entered a state of alert, using this state to conceal his aura. Before he had strong strength, he didn't want to expose his identity as a 'monk' - he now knew the trouble of exposing his identity.

After entering the subway, the foreign monk looked around, as if looking for something in the train, and then frowned tightly.

He didn't do anything else after that. He just leaned quietly on the subway and recited scriptures in Chinese repeatedly. His pronunciation was precise. This foreigner's Chinese was probably level 8.

The subway starts slowly,

The passengers couldn't help but sway slightly, and then the subway accelerated.

From Jingli Plaza Station to the next station, it leads to the suburbs. The total length is more than 4,400 meters. It is a relatively long station, and the tracks are all underground. Due to the many forks and turns, the subway speed on this section cannot be increased. It takes nearly 13 minutes to complete this stop.

The father in a white shirt carefully held his daughter, but the sleeping little girl was twisting uneasily, probably because she lost Song Shuhang, the humanoid cooler.

The young mother waved her little white hands and fanned her daughter's side, trying to dissipate the heat around her. Just like in a subway station, the subway car is also hot and dry due to too many people.

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After riding the subway for about six minutes.

Song Shuhang suddenly frowned and planted his feet firmly on his horse's feet.

Immediately afterwards, the subway shook violently, and the car handrails swung up and down and collided.

Passengers tried their best to grab the handrails, pillars and lifting rings around them, but they still staggered around. Some people lost their balance and fell to the ground: "Wow, wow, what's going on!"

"Egg! The turn on the side road has never been so sharp before!"

"Ahhh!" The young mother sat down next to Song Shuhang. She felt pain in her buttocks and her eyes were moist.

The father in the white shirt also took two steps back. He was also unable to stabilize his body and fell backward.

Song Shuhang moved forward two steps, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the man in the white shirt on his back. What is used is soft strength, which is the application of the basic Vajra boxing technique.

The father in the white shirt stabilized his body after falling. He turned his head and saw the gentle Song Shuhang, and said gratefully: "Thank you."

"You're welcome...the shaking isn't over yet, so hold on tight." Song Shuhang said.

In the 'alert' state, his facial features were extremely sharp - the subway was braking suddenly, which caused the carriages to shake violently. There is more than one violent shaking and it will continue until the subway stops.

Is there an accident ahead?

While thinking about it, boom boom boom~ the subway shook even more violently, and even the entire carriage was shaking.

At the same time, there was also the urgent sound of sirens in the subway.

All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, and the passengers fell down like dominoes. Many people were thrown out and hit the wall of the subway car, screaming in pain.

Under this situation, Song Shuhang could only barely hold his body steady.

The young mother who fell to the ground screamed and was dragged out by inertia. Although the father in the white shirt grabbed the armrest with one hand due to Shuhang's reminder, the inertia was too great and he failed to grasp the armrest and fell sideways.

The little girl flew out of her father's arms, her eyes wide open with fear.

Seeing this, Song Shuhang hurriedly reached out and turned into dragon claws to grab the little girl's clothes with tenderness. At the same time, he lightly shook his wrist, used his skill to remove the inertia from the little girl in mid-air, and held the panicked little Loli in his arms.

It was dark inside the subway, and Song Shuhang's visibility was also restricted by the darkness. The little Loli clung tightly to his arms, not daring to move. Although he was frightened, he was very obedient and did not cry.

"What happened?"

"Did it derail? Or did it overturn? Ouch, it hurts me to death." Someone shouted in horror.

"Help me, my body is clamped...it hurts so much that I can't move."

"Don't...ahem. I must be dreaming." The injured person cried out in pain.

"Don't hold me down...get off me! My ribs are broken~"

All around, there were cries, screams, and cries of pain, making the subway car even more chaotic.

Someone tremblingly took out his cell phone and used its flashlight function to illuminate the car. After taking a photo, more people screamed in horror.

The bloody scenes, is this a horror movie?

There was blood everywhere, and the entire car wall was stained red with blood due to the blood stains left by the previous collision, making the interior of the car feel like hell. Several more windows were shattered, and the passengers by the windows were covered in broken glass. They were leaning against the wall, unable to move. Some people were even pierced by large pieces of glass and were lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Many people had bloody heads and were pressing their wounds in vain. Because of the lack of self-rescue knowledge in times of crisis, Guike was at a loss.

"Ugh..." Guike, who had turned on his phone just now, immediately turned it off and made a vomiting sound.

The man in the white shirt fell to the ground, with no serious injuries other than a sprained arm; and the young mother's back hit the chair, crying in pain, but fortunately she had no other injuries. The two of them looked at their daughter who was being held by Song Shuhang at the same time, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Shuhang looked at this hellish image and frowned.

"Weird." He wondered - the subway car wasn't shaking so hard just now, was it?

The car windows were shattered? And someone was actually impaled by the glass? What's even more exaggerated is that half of the car wall is covered in blood! How much blood is required to do this?

Derailment and rollover are not so lethal.

If a few vibrations in the carriage can cause such damage, would this still be called a subway? Simply change its name to Hell Express!

"!" The tall foreign monk got up from the ground, peeling off the debris on his body, like a big bear standing upright.

He looked at the bloody scenes around the subway and sneered.

Then, he opened the rosary beads with both hands, made Buddhist mudra, and recited the scriptures loudly in Chinese with smooth and round sounds.

The huge sound echoed in the carriage, even suppressing the screams of all the wounded.

"What is this ghost guy talking about?"

"It seems like a Buddhist scripture to exorcise ghosts?"

"You're crazy! This place is like this, and he's still chasing away ghosts here?"

Monk Gao Dayang ignored these scoldings. He turned over the scriptures and continued to read loudly.