When Jingli Square arrived at the station, the white-shirted father nodded to Shuhang, then moved to the subway exit with his young wife to take a good position, ready to get off at the next stop.
He originally wanted to leave a business card for Shuhang, but this time he was taking his family out to play, and he didn't have a business card with him, so he had to give up. Besides, if we meet by chance, there will be no chance to meet again in the future... It should be.
There are relatively few people getting on the bus at Jingli Square Station. As soon as the station door opens, the people on the bus get off the bus in sequence, and the people on the platform line up to get on the bus in sequence.
The last person to get into the car was a tall, bald white man who was dazed.
It is not uncommon for white people to have bald heads, but it is really rare to see a neat six-point ring on their bald heads.
This is a genuine foreign monk, more than two meters tall, with a shiny bald head. In this hot weather, he was still wearing a thick monk's robe, wrapping himself tightly, holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and chanting words in his mouth, with a very professional appearance.
Is being a monk really a lucrative profession these days? Even foreigners come to grab jobs
It is said that foreign monks like to recite sutras, and they are all from foreign countries. If the distance is far enough, they must be very popular, right
When people on the subway saw the foreign monk, they all took the initiative to keep their distance from the foreign monk - on such a hot day, just looking at his equipment made him feel hot. If you get close, you can feel the heat coming from the other person!
Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at Monk Yang - not only was the other person tall, his qi and blood were much stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, his spiritual power is terrifyingly powerful. Song Shuhang who is in a state of 'vigilance' can sense the gap between the other party's spiritual power and his own. If Song Shuhang's spiritual power at this time is a small light bulb, then the spiritual power of this foreign monk is a big searchlight!
However, the monk seemed unable to control his powerful spiritual power, allowing it to scatter randomly.
This guy is not an ordinary person, but also a monk
Song Shuhang guessed in his heart.
He closed his eyes again, entered a state of vigilance, and used this state to conceal his breath. He didn't want to expose his identity as a 'cultivator' until he had strong strength—he now knew the trouble of revealing his identity.
After entering the subway, Monk Yang looked around, as if he was looking for something in the train, and then frowned.
After that, he didn't do anything else, just leaned on the subway quietly, reciting the scriptures in Chinese repeatedly, and the words were precise. The foreigner's Chinese is estimated to be level 8.
The subway started slowly, the passengers could not help shaking slightly, and then the subway accelerated.
From Jingli Square Station to the next station, it leads to the suburbs. The total length is more than 4,400 meters. It is a relatively long station, and the tracks are all underground. Due to the large number of forks and turns, the speed of the subway on this section of the road could not be raised, and it took nearly thirteen minutes to finish this station.
The father in the white shirt hugged his daughter carefully, but the sleeping little girl was probably wriggling uncomfortably because of the loss of Song Shuhang, a human-shaped refrigerator.
The young mother waved her white hand and fanned beside her daughter, trying to dissipate the heat around her. Just like in the subway station, the subway car is also hot and dry because of too many people.
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The subway took about six minutes.
Song Shuhang's brows suddenly wrinkled, and he took a steady step under his feet.
Immediately afterwards, the subway shook violently, and the suspension rings of the car armrests swayed and collided.
The passengers tried their best to grab the handrails, pillars and rings around them, but they still staggered, and some people fell to the ground without standing still: "Wow, what's going on!"
"Egg! Before turning the road, I wasn't so quick!"
"Ah!" The young mother sat down beside Song Shuhang, feeling her buttocks hurt and her eyes were wet.
The father in white shirt also took two steps back, but he was also unable to stabilize his body and fell backwards.
Song Shuhang took two steps forward, reaching out and gently pushing on the back of the man in the white shirt. It uses softness and strength, which is the application of the basic boxing method of King Kong.
The fallen body of the white shirt father stabilized. He turned his head to see the gentle Song Shuhang, and said gratefully, "Thank you."
"You're welcome... The shaking is not over yet, hurry up." Song Shuhang said.
In a state of 'vigilance', his facial features are extremely sharp - the subway is braking suddenly, which is why each section of the car is shaking violently. There is more than one wave of this violent shaking, which will continue until the subway stops.
Is there an accident ahead
While thinking about it, bang bang bang ~ the subway shook more violently, and even the whole carriage was shaking.
At the same time, there was the urgent sound of sirens in the subway.
All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, the passengers fell like dominoes, and many people were thrown out and crashed into the wall of the subway car, 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 white shirt grabbed the armrest with one hand because of Shuhang's reminder, the inertia was too great, he couldn't grasp the armrest, and he fell to the side.
The little girl flew out of her father's arms, her eyes wide and full of horror.
Seeing this, Song Shuhang hurriedly stretched out Jackie Chan's claws to grab the little girl's clothes softly. At the same time, the wrist shook lightly, and he used his skill to remove the inertia of the little girl in mid-air, and hugged the panicked little loli in his arms.
The subway was dark, and Song Shuhang's visibility was also limited by the darkness. Little Loli clings tightly to his arms, not daring to move. Although frightened, he was very obedient and did not cry.
"What happened?"
"Derailed? Or overturned? Ouch, it hurts me to death." Someone shouted in horror.
"Help me, my body is caught... it hurts so much, I can't move."
"Don't… cough. I must be dreaming." The injured person groaned in pain.
"Don't press me... Get off me! My flank is broken~"
Around, crying, screaming, and screams of pain made the subway car even more chaotic.
Someone tremblingly pulled out a cell phone and used the phone's flashlight function to illuminate the compartment. At a glance, more people cried out in horror.
Bloody picture, is this a horror movie
There was blood everywhere, and on the walls of the car, because of the bloodstains left by the previous collision, the entire car wall was stained red with blood, making the inside of the car like hell. Several other windows were shattered, and the passengers beside the windows had a lot of broken glass stuck on their bodies, unable to lean against the wall and unable to move. Some people were even pierced by large pieces of glass and lay on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Many people were bleeding, pressing their wounds with their hands in vain. Because of the lack of self-help knowledge in times of crisis, Qiao Kexian is at a loss.
"Ouch..." The good guy who turned on the phone just now turned off the phone and made a vomit sound.
The man in the white shirt fell to the ground, with no serious injury except for the sprained arm; the young mother slammed her back against the chair, crying in pain, but fortunately there was no other injury. The two of them looked at their daughter held by Song Shuhang at the same time, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Song Shuhang frowned as he looked at this hellish image.
"Strange." He wondered in his heart—the subway car wasn't shaking so hard just now, was it
Are the windows shattered? And there are people who have been pierced by glass? What's even more exaggerated is that half the wall of the car is covered with blood! How much blood does it take to do this
Derailment and rollover are not so lethal.
If the car can be so lethal with a few vibrations, is this still called a subway? Simply change the name to the Hell Express!
"!" The tall foreign monk climbed up from the ground and removed the debris from his body, like a big bear standing up from a man.
He looked at the bloody scene around the subway and sneered.
Then, he opened the rosary with both hands, made a Buddhist mudra, and recited the scriptures aloud in Chinese with rounded characters.
The huge sound echoed in the carriage, and even suppressed the screams of all the wounded.
"What is this ghost thinking?"
"It seems to be the Buddhist scriptures for exorcising ghosts?"
"Crazy! It's like this here, and he's still here to cast out ghosts?"
Monk Gao Dayang ignored these scoldings. He flipped the scriptures and continued to read aloud.