Chapter 82

At Jingli Plaza Station, Dad in the white shirt nodded to Shuhang, then moved with his young wife towards the subway exit to secure a good position, preparing to get off at the next station.

He had originally wanted to leave a business card for Shuhang, but since this was a family outing, he didn’t have one on him, so he gave up. Besides, it was just a chance encounter, and they probably wouldn’t meet again… right?

There were fewer people getting on the train at Jingli Plaza Station. When the doors opened, the passengers disembarked in order, and those on the platform queued up to board the train.

The last person to board was a tall, bald white man, who was quite eye-catching.

Bald white men weren’t uncommon, but a bald head with neatly arranged six dots of burn marks was truly rare.

This was a genuine foreign monk, over two meters tall, with a shiny bald head. Despite the hot weather, he was wearing a thick monk’s robe, tightly wrapped around himself, holding a string of prayer beads, and chanting in a professional manner.

Is being a monk really such a lucrative profession that even foreigners are coming to snatch the jobs?

They say foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures. Since he came from abroad, he must be quite popular, right?

When the passengers on the subway saw the foreign monk, they all kept their distance from him—just looking at his outfit in this heat made them feel hot. If they got too close, they could feel the heat radiating from him!

Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at the foreign monk—his physique was not only tall, but his vital energy was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, his mental power was incredibly strong. In his 'alert' state, Shuhang could sense the difference in mental power between them. If Shuhang’s mental power was a small light bulb, then the foreign monk’s mental power was a large searchlight!

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

Is this guy not an ordinary person, but also a cultivator?

Shuhang speculated in his heart.

He closed his eyes again, entering the alert state, using this state to conceal his aura. Before he had powerful strength, he didn’t want to reveal his identity as a cultivator—he was well aware of the trouble that would come with such an exposure.

After entering the subway, the foreign monk looked around, seemingly searching for something in the train, then frowned tightly.

After that, he didn’t make any other moves, just leaning against the subway, repeatedly chanting scriptures in Chinese, with precise pronunciation. This foreigner’s Chinese must be at a high level.

The subway slowly started, and the passengers swayed slightly, then the subway accelerated.

From Jingli Plaza Station to the next station, which was in the suburbs, the total distance was over 4,400 meters, making it one of the longer stations, and the entire track was underground. Due to the many forks and turns, the subway couldn’t reach high speeds, and it would take nearly thirteen minutes to complete this station.

Dad in the white shirt carefully held his daughter, but the little girl, who was asleep, might have felt the loss of Shuhang’s human air conditioner and was moving restlessly.

The young mother waved her white, tender hand next to her daughter, trying to disperse the heat. Just like at the station, the subway car was also hot due to the large number of people.

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After about six minutes of the subway’s journey.

Song Shuhang suddenly frowned and firmly planted his feet in a horse stance.

Immediately after, the subway shook violently, and the hanging straps and handles swung and collided.

The passengers tried to grab the handrails, pillars, and straps, but they still swayed and stumbled, and some fell to the ground: "Ugh, what’s happening!"

"Damn! The turns at the forks were never this sharp before!"

"Ahhhh!" The young mother fell on her bottom next to Shuhang, feeling pain, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Dad in the white shirt also took two steps back, unable to stabilize himself, and fell backward.

Shuhang moved forward two steps and gently pushed the back of the white-shirted man with a soft force, using the application of the basic Diamond Fist technique.

Dad in the white shirt stabilized his fall, turned his head, and saw the gentle Shuhang, saying gratefully, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome... the shaking hasn’t stopped yet, hold on tight," Shuhang said.

In the 'alert' state, his senses were incredibly sharp—the subway was making an emergency stop, which caused the violent shaking of each car. This violent shaking would continue until the subway came to a complete stop.

Did something happen ahead?

While he was thinking, the subway shook even more violently, and the entire car swayed.

At the same time, the subway’s alarm sounded.

All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, and the passengers fell like dominoes. Many were thrown against the subway walls, crying out in pain.

In this situation, Shuhang could only barely stabilize himself.

The young mother on the ground screamed, being dragged by inertia. Although Dad in the white shirt had grabbed the handrail thanks to Shuhang’s warning, the inertia was too strong, and he couldn’t hold on, falling to the side.

The little girl was thrown out of her father’s arms, her eyes wide with fear.

Seeing this, Shuhang quickly extended his hand, using a soft force to grab the little girl’s clothes. At the same time, he gently shook his wrist, using a clever force to neutralize the inertia in mid-air, and held the frightened little girl in his arms.

The subway was dark, and Shuhang’s field of vision was limited by the darkness. The little girl clung tightly to him, not daring to move. Although she was scared, she was very obedient and didn’t cry.

"What happened?"

"Did we derail? Or did we crash? Ouch, it hurts so much." Someone cried out in fear.

"Help me, I’m stuck... it hurts, I can’t move."

"Don’t... cough, cough. I must be dreaming." The injured person groaned in pain.

"Don’t press on me... get off me! My ribs are broken~"

Around them, the cries, screams, and groans of pain made the subway car even more chaotic.

Someone tremblingly took out their phone and used the flashlight function to illuminate the car. The sight made more people scream in terror.

A bloody scene, was this a horror movie?

Blood was everywhere, on the walls from the previous collisions, the entire wall was stained red, making the car feel like hell. Several windows had shattered, and passengers near the windows were pierced by glass, unable to move. Some were even impaled by large pieces of glass, lying on the ground, their fate unknown.

Many people had bloody heads and were futilely pressing their hands against their wounds. Due to the lack of knowledge on how to save themselves in a crisis, the passengers were at a loss.

"Ugh..." The passenger who had turned on the phone immediately turned it off, making a vomiting sound.

Dad in the white shirt was on the ground, with only a sprained arm, no major injuries; the young mother had hit her back on a chair, crying in pain, but fortunately, she had no other injuries. Both of them looked at their daughter, who was in Shuhang’s arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shuhang looked at the hellish scene and frowned.

"Strange," he thought—wasn’t the shaking of the subway car not that strong just now?

The windows were shattered? And people were impaled by glass? Even more exaggeratedly, half the wall was covered in blood! How much blood would it take to do that?

A derailment or crash wouldn’t have such a high casualty rate.

If a few shakes could cause such damage, this would be called a subway? It might as well be called the Hell Express!

"**!" The tall foreign monk got up, pushing away the debris, standing up like a large bear.

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

Then, he opened his prayer beads, made a Buddhist hand sign, and loudly chanted scriptures in fluent Chinese.

The loud voice echoed in the car, even drowning out the cries of the injured.

"What is this foreigner chanting?"

"It seems to be a scripture to exorcise ghosts?"

"Is he crazy! It’s like this, and he’s still exorcising ghosts?"

The tall foreign monk ignored the curses, flipping through the scriptures and continuing to chant loudly.