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“Oh, what am I supposed to do with my face? You can't eat that kind of thing. And..." Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth, at an angle that Yang monks could not see, with a silent mouth to the altar master: “I am not a senior, I am an ordinary college student. There are no errors in what your subordinates found. ”

Song Shuhang has always believed that lying to people is wrong.

But when people live in the world, it is inevitable that they sometimes have to lie, such as a good faith lie.

However, Book Sailing believes that even if it is a good faith lie, it is best to explain it to others when it can be poked. Being human is about being honest. This is basic trust between people!

“Shh!” the altar master's upper body trembled, exhaling a breath of blood.

“I curse you... I curse you! I will become a ghost and seek your life forever!” The altar master returned to the light and yelled!

When he finished yelling, his anger broke.

The altar master - the street!

“Dead this time.” Song Shuhang Station waited in place for a while. After feeling that there was no danger, he came to the altar master with ‘A' in his hand.

This time, the altar master has completely died, with no possibility of resurrection.

But for the sake of insurance, Song Shuhang still raised the black flying sword and cut off the head of the altar master with one sword.

Jiang Ziyan had warned him that the monks had too many ways to save their lives, so it was best to confirm the other party's death and destroy the remains. If the other person is a second-place monk, you'll have to cut off your head.

The sword is seamless and the blood drips are not stained.

Song Shuhang sighed. In just two days, he had cut off the heads of two people. And this time, he didn't meditate on the Book of Truth, he kept himself calm by his own will.

He could not have always relied on the 'true meditation scripture', the road to the monks was still long, and there were some things he had to adapt to. Overdependence on foreign objects can make him weak.

And weak, weak-minded generations, can't go far in the way of a monk.

The altar master is the second monk to die in the book sailor, like the first long-armed man, although he is dead, his spirit will ‘live’ for a long time in Song Shuhang's memory. Though not immortal...

The spiritual ghost and altar master events, for the time being, end a paragraph.

In a short time, no one will hit on his ghost.

Upon the death of the altar master, some of his subordinates were in a state of defencelessness. This is enough for them to be in chaos for a long time, and they can't lift many waves in a short period of time.

In addition, it is known that Tan Zheng came to Jiangcheng University City as a person related to Song Shuhanglingi, only Tan Zheng, long-armed men and assassins who entered the study room. All three of them have already taken to the streets, so none of the altar master's subordinates knows the connection between altar master and ‘Song Shuhang’.

Even if they want revenge for their master, there is no way to get started in a short time.

And just a little more time... these subordinates are not a threat to Song Shuhang. At that time, even if these subordinates do not come to Song Shuhang, Shuhang will come to the door!

He lacks a real target, this bunch of guys with beast headclaw marks will be a good target for book sailing for some time to come. Besides, even if you can fight and destroy enemies, maybe you can also have a little loot, three wins at a time!

“Good and evil come to pass.” Song Shuhang whispered softly, he pulled out the 'carcass water' and poured it on the main body of the altar.

The smell of stinging nose... the clothes on the altar master were melted clean - but his body was not melted by the septic fluid.

“This thing can only melt the flesh of a brother-in-law? I thought it was a big baby. ”

It's gonna be a lot of trouble, keeping such a mutilated body. Even if the surveillance was broken, the body would have caught the attention of the police uncles.

Song Shuhang is a little distressed.

At this time, the monk suddenly said, "Are you worried about this guy's body? ”

“Can you handle it?” Song Shuhang turned his head and smiled softly. He continued to maintain his high human style.

Yang Monk raised his thumb: “Please don't worry, I can handle this! ”

“If you say so, please, I'll remember you.” Song Shuhang music is easy.

“Seniors, don't say that, my life was saved by seniors, this little thing is not enough!” Young monks look confident, as if solving corpses and problems on the subway were a small matter of hairy rain.

His confident appearance reminded Book Sailing of such cool things as "Huaxia Long Group", "Huaxia Intelligence Team" and "Huaxia Alliance of Realists" that often appeared in online novels.

Perhaps this monk is part of a similar organization? He may have a mysterious red book on him. Even if the police uncles arrive, the Yang monk can solve all the trouble by pulling out the red book!

Song Shuhang thought so in his heart, then went a few steps forward and mentioned the small black box of the altar master.

Intuition tells him that there will be good things in the altar master's little box.

After lifting the case, he went back to the little Lori family and sat down.

The passengers are about to wake up from a coma.

……

……

At this time, when the Yang monk came to the altar master, his hands joined together: “All life is exhausted, Fang Zheng Bodhi, Hell is not empty, and no Buddha can be sworn. ”

This is a vow of great desire hidden by the Buddhist sect, and the Yangtze monks seem to like it.

Thereafter, he sat beside the body of the altar master and began to recite the Book of the Tibetan Souls. With his chanting, the intense light of merit wrapped him up again.

In front of the subway cabin and next to the body of the altar master, a few souls are hidden by the monks of the West.

As the soul was transformed, there was a mysterious force in the heavens and the earth that landed on the monks of the Yang.

The next moment, the ‘light of merit' of the Yang monk becomes stronger; his immense spiritual strength is expanded; and his body is strengthened!

Song Shuhang's eyes were slightly widened - Watanabe's soul, did it still have this effect? It also strengthens body, spirit, and merit!

Although not comparable to taking quenching fluid and cultivating basic boxing techniques.

But it's a hundred times stronger than regular running and fitness!

“Write it down and ask the senior pharmacist if Brother Daozong has a way to cross the soul of a human being, can he increase spiritual strength and physical body.” Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart.

At the same time, he also implicitly understood why there were always high priests of virtue in ancient times. Instead of charging a penny, they volunteer to go everywhere to find the soul. He's still in a hurry if you don't let him get away with it. I suppose those monks, like this monk, are true Buddhist disciples.

When thinking, the passengers in the cabin wake up one by one.

Everyone remembers having a terrible nightmare, but the second half of the nightmare became peaceful.

“What's going on? ”

“I seem to remember the monk running back into the trunk, and eventually when it was dark in the trunk I knew nothing. ”

“Where's the high priest? ”

While the good guests were talking, they quickly discovered the body of the Young Monk... and the Young Monk, who had been cut into five pieces.

Stunning... silence.

Then there was a frightening scream.

“Dead man, dead man! ”

“Ahhh!” Passengers approaching the cabin rushed to the front of the cabin door and opened the door manually, regardless of what was going on outside the cabin, all of them screamed and ran out.

Someone puked on the spot, someone simply glanced at the ground and fell straight down to continue to faint.

If you are an ordinary dead person, you will not be too frightened by the news. But this time it's different. The dead man was cut into five pieces!

... and shouting in the front compartment. There are the bodies of two of the altar master's subordinates, immature shaped by ghosts. Likewise, the passengers in the cabin escaped.

Book sailing, white shirts, dads and young moms and little girls are awake.

The white shirt daddy didn't rush to get out of the car, but looked ahead to Song Shuhang sitting next to them, the esteemed whisper: “Little brother, can we get out now? ”

He felt that the little brother was also a tall man when he said 'late’ and told them not to run around. Then they fainted...

“Get out of the car, the next thing has nothing to do with us.” Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, leaving the car with the black suitcase, carefully avoiding the surveillance.

He had to disguise the black suitcase before he could re-enter the surveillance range.

We can't underestimate the power of technology right now. Maybe it's because the box was found by the police uncle!

The white shirt daddy picked up his daughter and left as well. Mix in the panicked crowd and go to the distant platform.

In the end, he glanced carefully at the black suitcase of the Eye Book Navigator.

Invisibly remember when Book Sailing came along with them without this box in his hand… Of course, he was a real smart man. Never talk to anyone about a black suitcase.

……

……

In a chaotic subway station.

Metro staff began to struggle to appease emotionally agitated passengers without causing further accidents.

Soon after, the police uncles arrived.

The news media then arrived very quickly.

Important news began to be broadcast live on TV in the subway station, with stories of subway events.

In a live video, the police uncles grabbed a western bald monk.

“Yes, I did everything. I killed all three of them, I confess. Well, I don't have any accomplices, don't worry, I'm alone! I won't resist. Arrest me! But... the train accident had nothing to do with me, really!” Young monks spoke standard and fluent Mandarin, handcuffed and generous!

Yeah, he got caught.

No Red Book, no Huaxia Dragon Group, no special forces.

Thanks to his confident expression, what he called solving the incident was to carry everything for the scapegoat?

Finally, in the live lens, the Yang monk pushed his thumb up against the lens before being pushed into the police car. Exposes a mouthful of white teeth.

Ding, that tooth reflects an eye-catching ray of light in the sunlight!

- Senior, I will not confess you in any way, let me take care of everything!

The monks of the West, like the Virgin Mary, shine an invisible light!