After arriving at Jing Li Plaza station, the father in white shirt nodded at Shuhang, then moved to the exit with his young wife to find a good spot, preparing to get off at the next station.
He originally wanted to leave a name card for Shuhang, but since he was taking his family out to play, he didn't have a name card with him, so he could only drop the idea. Moreover, they were strangers who met by chance, and wouldn't have the chance to meet again … probably.
There were relatively few people getting on the train at Jing Li Plaza station. When the door opened, the people on the train got off, and the people on the platform lined up to get on.
The last person to get on was a tall, bald white man, and he was very eye-catching.
It wasn't rare to see a bald white man, but it was really rare to see a bald head with six dots of a ring.
This was a genuine Caucasian monk, more than two meters tall, with a shiny bald head. Even in this hot weather, he was wearing a thick monk's robe, tightly wrapping himself up, holding a string of buddhist beads in his hand, and mumbling something, looking very professional.
Is being a monk a very profitable profession these days? Even foreigners are coming to fight over my rice bowl?
It's said that foreign monks are good at chanting. Since he's from a foreign country, and the distance is quite far, he must be very popular, right?
When the people on the train saw the Caucasian monk, they took the initiative to keep their distance from him. In such a hot day, just looking at his clothes made them feel uneasy. If they were to get close, they would feel the heat from his body blowing on their faces!
Song Shuhang subconsciously looked at the Caucasian monk. Not only was the other party tall, his qi and blood was also much stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, his mental energy was terrifyingly strong. In the 'vigilant' state, Song Shuhang could sense the difference between his and the other party's mental energy. If Song Shuhang's current mental energy was a small light bulb, then the Caucasian monk's mental energy was a big searchlight!
However, the monk seemed to be unable to control his powerful mental energy, and let it scatter in all directions.
This guy isn't an ordinary person, is he also a cultivator?
Song Shuhang guessed.
He closed his eyes again and entered a vigilant state, using this state to conceal his aura. Before he had enough strength, he didn't want to expose his identity as a 'cultivator'. He was well aware of the trouble of exposing his identity.
After entering the subway, the western monk looked all around, seemingly looking for something in the train. Soon after, he furrowed his brows.
After that, he didn't do anything else. He just quietly leaned against the subway and repeatedly chanted the scriptures in Chinese. His pronunciation was precise. This foreigner's Chinese was probably at least level eight.
The train started slowly, and the passengers couldn't help but sway. Then, the train picked up speed.
The next stop from Jingli Plaza Station was the one that led to the suburbs. The total distance was more than 4,400 meters. It was one of the longer stops, and the tracks were all underground. Due to the many forks and turns, the speed of this section of the subway could not be increased. It would take nearly 13 minutes to finish this station.
The father in the white shirt carefully held his daughter, but the little girl who was sleeping soundly might have lost Song Shuhang, the human-shaped refrigerator, and was a little uneasy.
The young mother waved her fair and tender little hands around her daughter, trying to disperse the heat around her. Just like the subway station, because there were too many people, the subway car was also hot and dry.
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The train traveled for about six minutes.
Song Shuhang suddenly frowned, and he steadily took a horse stance.
Immediately after, the train shook violently, and the handrails and rings of the cars swung up and down, colliding with each other.
The passengers tried their best to grab the handrails, pillars, and rings, but they still swayed left and right. Some people didn't stand firm and fell to the ground. "Wahhh, what's going on!"
"Damn! Even the forks and turns weren't this fast! "
"Ah ah ah!" The young mother sat next to Song Shuhang. She felt pain in her butt, and her eyes were moist.
The father in the white shirt also took two steps back, and similarly, he couldn't stabilize his body and fell backward.
Song Shuhang took two steps forward and reached out his hand to gently push the back of the man in the white shirt. He used a soft force, an application of the Basic Buddhist Fist Technique.
The father in the white shirt stabilized his falling body. He turned his head and saw the gentle Song Shuhang. He said gratefully, "Thank you."
"You're welcome … the shaking hasn't ended, hold on tight." Song Shuhang said.
In a state of "vigilance," his five senses were extremely sharp – the train was braking suddenly, which caused the carriages to shake violently. This violent shaking was not just one wave, and it would continue until the train stopped.
Did something happen ahead?
While he was thinking, boom boom boom ~ The train shook even more violently, and even the entire carriage was shaking.
At the same time, there was the urgent sound of the alarm in the subway.
All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, and the passengers fell like dominoes. Many people were thrown out and hit the wall of the subway, screaming in pain.
In this case, Song Shuhang could only barely stabilize his body.
The young mother who fell to the ground screamed and was dragged out by inertia. Although the father in the white shirt grabbed the handrail with one hand because of Song Shuhang's reminder, the inertia was too strong. He couldn't hold the handrail firmly, and his whole body fell to the side.
The little girl flew out of her father's arms. Her eyes were wide open, and they were full of horror.
When Song Shuhang saw this, he quickly stretched out his hand into a dragon's claw and gently grabbed the little girl's clothes. At the same time, his wrist shook lightly, and he skillfully removed the inertia of the little girl in mid-air. He held the panicked little loli in his arms.
The subway was dark, and the range of Song Shuhang's vision was also limited by the darkness. The little loli clung tightly to his arms and didn't dare to move. Although frightened, she was very obedient and didn't cry.
"What happened?"
"Did I cheat? Or did the train overturn? Ouch, it hurts. "Someone screamed in horror.
"Help me, my body is clamped … it hurts, I can't move."
"Don't … cough cough. I must be dreaming. "The injured person moaned in pain.
"Don't press me … get off me! My ribs are broken ~ "
Around, there were cries, screams, and cries of pain, making the subway even more chaotic.
Someone took out his phone with trembling hands and used the phone's flashlight function to illuminate the carriage. Under the illumination, more people screamed in horror.
Such a bloody scene. Was this a horror movie?
There was blood everywhere. On the wall of the train, because of the blood left from the previous impact, the entire wall was dyed red with blood, making the carriage look like hell. A few more windows were shattered, and the passengers by the window were pierced by a lot of broken glass, powerlessly leaning against the wall, unable to move. There were even some people who were pierced by a large piece of glass, lying on the ground.
Many people were bleeding from the head, futilely using their hands to press on their wounds. Because they lacked the knowledge to save themselves in a crisis, the well-behaved passengers were at a loss.
"Ugh …" The well-behaved passenger who just turned on his phone immediately turned it off and made a vomiting sound.
The man in the white shirt fell to the ground. Other than a sprained arm, there was nothing serious; the young mother's back hit the chair, and tears flowed from her eyes. Fortunately, there were no other injuries. Both of them looked at the daughter in Song Shuhang's arms at the same time, and immediately felt relieved.
Song Shuhang looked at this hellish scene, but he frowned.
"Strange." He was puzzled. The subway didn't shake so hard just now, right?
The windows were shattered? And there were people who were pierced by the glass? What was more exaggerated was that half of the wall was smeared with blood! How much blood did it take to do this?
Even derailments and overturning cars didn't have this much destructive power.
If the carriage could have this much destructive power with just a few shakes, could it still be called a subway? It might as well be renamed to Hell Express Train!
“**！” The tall Caucasian monk crawled up from the ground and pushed away the debris on his body, like a big black bear standing up.
He looked at the bloody scene around the subway and sneered.
Next, he pulled out the prayer beads with both hands, made a Buddhist hand seal, and loudly chanted a scripture in fluent Chinese.
The loud sound echoed in the carriage, even suppressing the screams of the injured.
"What is this Caucasian chanting?"
"It seems to be a Buddhist scripture to exorcise ghosts?"
"Is he crazy! This place is already like this, and he's still trying to exorcise ghosts? "
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