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Jingli Square stops, the white shirt daddy nods his head at the book, then moves to the subway exit with his young wife in a good position to get off at the next stop.

He wanted to leave a business card for Book Sailing, but this time he took his family out to play. He didn't have a business card, so he had to do it. Besides, Pingshui will never meet again... should.

There are fewer people at Jingli Square Station. Once the station door opens, the people in the car get off in sequence. The people on the platform line up to get in sequence.

The last man to board was a tall, bald-headed white man who was stunned.

White people have a lot of bald hair, but a neat six-point scar on their bald heads is really rare.

This is a real Yankee monk, more than two meters tall, with shiny bald hair. In this hot weather, he also wore a thick monk robe and wrapped himself in a strict and solid manner. He also pinched a string of Buddha beads in his hand and read words in his mouth, a very professional look.

Are monks really a very profitable profession these days? Even foreigners come to grab their jobs?

Everyone said that foreign monks read the scriptures. People come from foreign countries. It's far enough away. Must be very popular?

When people on the subway see Yangtze monks, they actively keep their distance from Yangtze monks - on such a hot day, just looking at his gear feels hot panic. If you get close, you feel hot air coming from each other!

Song Shuhang's subconscious gaze at the Yang monks - not only are they tall, but their qi and blood values are much stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, his mental strength is terrible, and Song Shuhang in a state of ‘vigilance' can sense the gap between the other party and his mental strength. If Song Shuhang's spiritual strength at this time is a small bulb, then the spiritual strength of this Yang monk is a big searchlight!

However, the monks seemed unable to control their powerful spiritual power, leaving them unruly and scattered.

This guy's not ordinary, he's a monk?

Song Shuhang's heart speculated.

He closed his eyes again, went into a state of vigilance and used it to conceal his breath. He didn't want to expose himself as a ‘Brother' until he had the strength to do so - he now knew the trouble of being exposed.

After entering the subway, the monks looked around and seemed to be looking for something in the train, and then frowned firmly.

After that, he didn't have any other action. He just leaned quietly against the subway. He repeatedly recited the scriptures in Chinese in his mouth. The bite was accurate. This old Chinese is estimated to have level 8.

The subway starts slowly and passengers are forced to shake slightly before the subway speeds up.

Jingli Square Station to the next stop is to the suburbs, the total length is more than 4,400 meters, belongs to a relatively long station, and the tracks are all underground. Due to the number of turns and turns, the speed of this section of the subway cannot be lifted and it takes nearly thirteen minutes to run through the station.

The white shirt daddy cautiously hugged his daughter, but the little girl who was asleep may have twisted a little nervously because of the loss of Song Shuhang's human chiller.

Young mothers waving their little white hands fanning beside their daughters, trying to dissipate the heat around them. It's the same in the subway station, and it's also hot and dry in the subway compartment for too many people.

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The subway traveled about six minutes later.

Song Shuhang's eyebrows suddenly frowned and his feet steadily fastened.

Immediately afterwards, the subway wobbled violently, swinging up and down the car armrest ring, colliding.

The passengers grabbed the armrest, struts and slings around them as hard as they could, but they were still stranded and some of them didn't fall steadily on the ground: “Whoa, whoa, what's going on! ”

“Eggs! The turnaround wasn't that urgent before! ”

“Ahhh!” The young mother sat with Song Shuhang on her ass and felt her buttocks hurt and her eyes were moist.

The white shirt daddy also took two steps backwards, equally unable to hold his shape and fell backwards.

Song Shuhang moved forward two steps, reaching for a gentle push on the back of the white shirt man. It's made of soft, it's the application of Vajra's basic boxing method.

The white shirt daddy fell and stabilized himself. He turned his head and saw the gentle Song Shuhang, thanking him: “Thank you. ”

“You're welcome... the shake is not over, hold on tight.” Song Shuhang said.

In a state of ‘vigilance', his five senses were so sharp - the subway was braking so sharply that it caused the cars to shake violently. This intense shake is more than one wave and will continue until the subway stops.

Was there an accident ahead?

While thinking about it, the bombardment ~ the subway wobbled more intensely, even the whole cabin was swinging.

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

All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, and the passengers fell like dominoes, and many were thrown out, hitting the subway walls and screaming in pain.

In this case, Song Shuhang could barely stabilize his figure.

The young mother, who fell on the floor, screamed and was dragged out by inertia. The white shirt daddy grabbed the armrest with one hand because of the scripture reminder, but he was too inertial to grasp the armrest and the whole person fell to the side.

The little girl flew out of Daddy's arms, and she opened her eyes and was full of horror.

Song Shuhang saw, busily reaching into a dragon claw to grasp the little girl's clothes. At the same time, the wrist vibrated lightly, removing the inertia from the little girl in the middle of the air with skill, holding the frightened little Lori in her arms.

The subway is dark, and Song Shuhang's visibility is restricted by darkness. Little Lori snuggled up in his arms and couldn't move. I was scared, but I didn't cry.

“What's going on? ”

“Cheating? Or did you dump the car? Oops, that hurts.” Someone shouted in horror.

“Help me, my body is stuck... it hurts so much that I can't move. ”

“Don't... cough. I must be dreaming.” of the suffering of the injured * *.

“Don't press me… get off me! My bones are broken ~”

Around, crying, shouting, painful shouting make the subway cabin even more chaotic.

Someone trembled and touched the phone, illuminating the compartment with the flashlight function of the phone. At first glance, more people shouted in horror.

Bloody picture. Is this a horror movie?

There was blood everywhere, on the walls, because of the blood from the previous impact, the entire wall was stained with blood, making the inside of the compartment look like hell. Several more windows were shattered, and passengers by the windows were stretched with a lot of broken glass, unable to lean against the wall and could not move. Even people are pierced by big pieces of glass, lying on the ground, dying unknowingly.

A lot of people bleed out of their heads and pressed their wounds with their hands in vain. Because of the lack of self-help knowledge in times of crisis, good customers are overwhelmed.

“Vomit...” The good guy who just turned the phone on immediately turned it off and made a vomiting noise.

The man in the white shirt fell on the floor, nothing but a sprained arm; while the young mother's back hit the chair, hurting direct tears, good for nothing else. At the same time, they looked at Song Shuhang's daughter and were relieved.

Song Shuhang looked at this hellish image and frowned.

“Strange.” He was wondering - wasn't the subway car shaking so hard?

The windows are shattered? And someone else got stabbed in the glass? More exaggerated, half the walls are covered in blood! How much blood does it take to do that?

Cheating on a rollover isn't as lethal.

It's called a subway if the car can be so lethal with a little shock? Why don't you just change your name to Hell Express!

“Shit!” The tall western monk climbed up from the ground and stripped away the debris from his body, like a big, standing dog bear.

He looked at the bloody scene surrounding the subway and laughed.

Then, he pulled the beads open with his hands, pinched a Buddha's fingerprint, and read the scriptures aloud in Chinese.

Huge voices echoed in the trunk, even depressing the screams of all the wounded.

“What's this ghost reading? ”

“Like, a ghost-repellent Buddha? ”

“Crazy! It's all happening here. Is he still out here chasing ghosts? ”

Gao Dayang monk ignored the shouts, he flipped the scriptures and continued to read aloud.