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Jingli Square station arrived at the station, the white shirt dad rushed to the book and nodded, then moved to the subway exit with the young wife to occupy a good position, ready to get off at the next stop.

He wanted to leave a business card for the book, but this time he took the family out to play, and did not bring a business card, he had to give up. In addition, when the water meets, there will be no chance to meet again in the future...

There are fewer people on the Jingli Square station. When the station door is opened, the people on the bus will get off the train in sequence, and the people on the platform will line up in order.

Finally on the train is a tall bald white man, eye-catching.

White bald heads are not uncommon, but it’s really rare to have a neat six-point ring on the bald head.

This is a real foreign monk, two meters high, shiny bald. In this hot weather, he also wore a thick robes, wrapped himself tightly, and held a string of beads on his hands. He had words in his mouth and a very professional look.

Is this year a monk really a very profitable career? Even foreigners come over to grab a rice bowl?

It is said that foreign monks are good at chanting, and people are coming from foreign countries. The distance is far enough. The popularity must be very strong.

When people on the subway saw the foreign monk, they took the initiative to keep a distance from the foreign monk - such a hot day, just watching his equipment feel hot. If you are close, you will feel the heat from the other side!

Song Shuhang looked at the foreign monk subconsciously - the other party is not only tall, but the blood value is much stronger than the average person. Moreover, his mental strength is terrible, and Song Shuhang, who is in a state of 'vigilance', can sense the difference between the other side and his own mental strength. If Song Shuhang’s mental power at this time is a small light bulb, then the spiritual power of this foreign monk is a big searchlight!

However, the monk does not seem to be able to control his strong mental strength and let him be free of rules.

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

Song Shuhang guessed in his heart.

He closed his eyes again and entered a state of vigilance, using this state to conceal his breath. Before he had strong power, he didn't want to expose his identity as a 'monk'—he now knows the trouble of identity exposure.

After entering the subway, the foreign monk looked around and seemed to be looking for something in the train, then the brows wrinkled.

After that, he did not have any other movements. He just quietly leaned on the subway. He repeatedly recited the scriptures in Chinese, and the words were accurate. The foreigner’s Chinese is estimated to have eight grades.

The subway started slowly, the passengers could not help but sway, and then the subway accelerated.

Jingli Square Station to the next station is the location to the suburbs. The total length is more than 4,400 meters. It is a relatively long stop, and the track is all underground. Due to the number of ramps and turns, the speed of the subway in this section cannot be lifted. It takes nearly 13 minutes to finish the station.

The white shirt dad cautiously hugged her daughter, but the little girl who was asleep might have lost some of the humanoid cooler of Song Shuhang, and some of them were unequivocally twisted.

The young mother waved her white hands and fanned her daughter, trying to dispel the heat around her. As in the subway station, the subway car is also hot because of too many people.

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The subway took about six minutes.

Song Shuhang suddenly wrinkled his brows, and his feet were steady and well-positioned.

Then, the subway swayed violently, and the car's handrail rings swayed and collided.

The passengers tried their best to grab the handrails, pillars and rings around them, but they still lingered, and some people did not stand up and fell to the ground: "Wow, what's going on!"

"Egg! I haven’t been so anxious before turning the road!"

"Ah!" The young mother sat next to Song Shuhang, feeling that her **** was very painful and her eyes were wet.

The white shirt father also stepped back two steps, and he could not hold his body and fall backwards.

Song Shuhang moved two steps forward and reached for a light push on the back of the white shirt man. It is soft and is the application of the King Kong basic boxing method.

The white shirt dad fell and his body stabilized. He turned his head and saw the gentle Song Shuhang. He thanked him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome... Shake is not over yet, hurry up." Song Shuhang said.

In the state of 'vigilance', his facial features are extremely sharp – the subway is braking, so the cars are shaken violently. This violent shaking is more than one wave and will continue until the subway stops.

Is there an accident ahead?

When this thoughts, the bombing and banging ~ the subway shaking more intense, and even the entire car is shaking.

At the same time, there was a tight alarm in the subway.

All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, the passengers fell like dominoes, and many people were smashed out and hit the subway car wall, making a pain.

In this case, Song Shuhang can barely stabilize his body shape.

The young mother who fell to the ground screamed and was dragged out by inertia. Although the white shirt dad grabbed the handrail with the reminder of the book, but the inertia was too great, he could not grasp the handrail, and the whole person fell to the side.

The little girl flew out of her father's arms. She was wide-eyed and full of horror.

Song Shuhang saw it and was busy reaching out to become a dragon claw to grab the little girl's clothes with softness. At the same time, the wrist was lightly shocked, and the instinct of the little girl was removed in the air by the cleverness, and the panicked little loli was held in her arms.

The subway is dim, and Song Shuhang’s visibility is also limited by darkness. Little Loli clung to his arms and did not dare to move. Although terrified, but very clever, no crying.

"What happened?"

"Derailed? Or rolled over? Oh, it hurts me." Someone cried in horror.

"Help me, my body is caught... it hurts, I can't move."

"Don't... cough. I must be dreaming." The injured person was in pain.

"Don't press me... go down from me! My bones are broken~"

Around, crying, screaming, and painful screams made the subway car more chaotic.

Someone trembled and touched the phone, using the flashlight function of the phone to illuminate the car. Under the circumstance, more people screamed in horror.

Bloody picture, is this a horror movie?

There is blood everywhere, on the wall of the car, because of the blood stains left by the previous impact, the entire wall is stained with blood, so that the compartment is like hell. There were several windows and shattered, and the passengers on the window had a lot of broken glass. They could not stand on the wall and could not move. Some people were even pierced by large pieces of glass, lying on the ground and not knowing.

Many people have broken their blood and pressed their wounds in vain. Because of the lack of self-help knowledge in times of crisis, the hacker is overwhelmed.

"Vool..." The hacker who just turned on the phone immediately turned off the phone and made a vomiting sound.

The white shirt man fell to the ground, except for the sprained arm. The young mother slammed into the chair with a back pain, and there was no other injury. At the same time, the two men looked at the daughter who was held by Song Shuhang and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Shuhang looked at this hellish image, but frowned.

"Weird." He wondered in his heart - the strength of the subway car was not so big now?

The windows have been shattered? And even someone is pierced by glass? More exaggerated is that half of the wall is covered with blood! How much blood can this be done?

Derailed and dumped cars are not so much lethal.

If the car can have such a lethality with a few shocks, is this called the subway? Simply renamed the **** express train!

"**!" The tall foreign monk climbed up from the ground and opened his body as a big bear.

He looked at the **** scene around the subway and sneered.

Then, he opened the rosary with both hands, licked a Buddhist handprint, and recited the scriptures loudly in Chinese with the words.

The huge sound echoed in the carriage and even suppressed the screams of all the wounded.

"This ghost chanting?"

"It seems to be, the Buddhist scriptures that drive the ghosts?"

"Nervous disease! It's all here, is he still driving ghosts here?"

The high-ocean monk did not care about these clamours. He flipped the scriptures and continued to read aloud.