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Chapter 82: Caucasian monk and the site of the strange train accident

Chapter 82: Caucasian monk and the site of the strange train accident

Once they arrived at Jing Li Plaza Station, the father in white shirt nodded in appreciation to Shuhang, then stood near the exit in preparation to get off the train at the next stop.

He originally wanted to leave Shuhang a name card, but he dropped that thought as he had only intended to go on a leisure trip with his family and thus didn’t have any name cards with him. Besides, strangers who come into contact with each other by chance wouldn’t end up meeting again... usually.

There were less people getting on at Jing Li Plaza Station, once the doors opened, people on the train got off, and people on the platform got on.

The last person that entered the cabin was a tall and bald white man, he was incredibly eye-catching.

White baldies were not a rare sight, but baldies that had neat six dots jieba were truly a rare sight.

[TL: ???? “six dots jieba” are the burn marks that buddhist monks put on their head.]

This was a genuine Caucasian monk, he was over two meters tall with a shiny bald head. Under this blistering hot weather, he was even wearing a thick monk robes, completely wrapping up his body. In his hands was a string of buddhist beads, he mumbled to himself, seeming very professional.

Is becoming a monk a very profitable profession now? Even foreigners come to snatch such a job?

It’s said that foreign monks are very educated, for him to come from overseas, with the great distance, his popularity must be amazing, right?

When the people on the train saw the Caucasian monk, they spontaneously took some distance from him. It’s such a hot day that they felt hot just from looking at his attire. If they stayed near him, they’d feel heat hitting their faces!

Song Shuhang unintentionally gazed at the Caucasian monk, this person didn’t just have tall stature, he had much more qi and blood than ordinary folks. Furthermore, his mental energy was so formidable that it was scary. Through the alertness state, Song Shuhang could make out the disparity in mental energy between him and the monk. If Song Shuhang’s current mental energy was like a little light bulb, then the Caucasian monk’s mental energy was like a huge

Many people were bruised and bleeding, and futilely tried to stem the bleeding with their hands. As they lacked the survival knowledge in a moment of crisis, the passengers were at a loss as to what to do.

“Oww......” The passenger who had turned on his phone’s flashlight quickly turned it off, and made retching sounds.

The white shirt man fell onto the ground, other than the sprain on his arm, he was fine. The young mother’s back hit the seat, and she was crying from the pain, luckily, she wasn’t hurt in any other way. The two looked towards their daughter who was hugged by Song Shuhang, and sighed a breath of relief.

Song Shuhang looked at this scene which looked like it came out of hell, yet he creased his brows.

“Strange.” He was puzzled inside. The swaying of the cabins wasn’t this strong, was it?

Even the windows were shattered? Furthermore, there was even someone who was penetrated by the glass? The most exaggerated part was that half of the train was covered in blood! Just how much blood was needed to make this happen?

Even derailments and the train flipping over didn’t have such great killing power.

If the cabin has such killing power from just a few shakes, would this still be called a subway? You might as well call this an express train to hell!

“Shit!” The tall Caucasian monk stood up from the ground, moving aside all obstacles around him like a tall black bear.

He looked at his surroundings which were covered in fresh blood, and sneered.

Next, he pulled apart the prayer beads, formed a buddhist hand seal, and recited scripture in Mandarin loudly and clearly.

The loud voice reverberated all over the cabin, suppressing all the cries of the injured.

“What’s this westerner reciting?”

“It seems to be a exorcism scripture?”

“Has he gone mad! Things have already become like this, and he’s still chasing away ghosts here?”

The tall Caucasian monk ignored these abuses, and continued to read the scriptures out loud.