Chapter 83: Illusion (1/2)

Chapter 83: Illusion

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Song Shuhang held onto the little loli, helped her father and mother settle down, then continued to watch the tall Caucasian monk.

He was able to sense that as the Caucasian monk recited the scripture, his enormous mental energy began to surge, like a wave rippling in all direction.

In the air, there was negative energy moving about the cabin which couldn’t be seen by ordinary people, but facing the Caucasian monk’s surging mental energy, those negative energies immediately scattered like alarmed birds, flying out through the shattered windows, and towards the cabin up ahead.

A thought entered Song Shuhang’s mind. Is it ghosts?

He hadn’t even completed the heart acupoint for foundation building, not to mention the eyes acupoint, thus he couldn’t see the ghosts. However, under the state of alertness, he was vaguely able to sense those mist-shaped negative energy.

Things like ghosts usually wouldn’t enter crowded places like trains or buses, as such places would contain exuberant human qi.

The tremendous, exuberant human qi is a force that’s extremely rich in yang, and could directly destroy some weaker ghosts. Even stronger ghosts don’t like places which are too exuberant.

However, it’s an exception when disaster strikes in a crowded area. Instantaneously producing large amounts of fear, death, despair, hatred, these negative influences are what ghosts like eating the most, it’s their nourishment for growth. Especially the souls of the deceased who died by accident due to catastrophic accidents and pain, once the ghosts eat them up, they would become even stronger.

Some powerful ghosts could even forcefully take the souls of victims who are near death. This type of soul that is nearing death can strengthen the strength of ghosts even more!

“Demons and monsters, break break break!” The Caucasian monk evidently had skills, he loudly howled, surged his mental energy, and the cabin’s negative energy was instantly dispelled.

In a flash, the pa.s.sengers who were hurling abuses were dumbfounded. Because, as the Caucasian monk finished reciting, the cabin instantly recovered its light. The shattered gla.s.s, fresh blood that covered the walls of the cabin, and pa.s.sengers who were penetrated by the gla.s.s all disappeared.

Although the pa.s.sengers in the cabin were hurt from falling, there weren’t any who were bleeding.

“Was everything just now an illusion?” All of the pa.s.sengers were dumbfounded and at a complete loss.

That’s right, all of the scary and b.l.o.o.d.y scenes were an illusion created by the ghosts. It was all to make the people in the cabin more fearful and frightened, producing more negative energy of despair.

The ghosts all scurried away, but the skillful Caucasian monk wasn’t satisfied with this outcome.

“s.h.i.+t!” He once again scolded, then grabbed onto his prayer beads and chased after the ghosts at the cabin ahead.

After the train’s emergency braking turned on the alarm, the independent open-close switches on every cabin door was unlocked. As long as one pulls down the switch by the door, the door could be opened.

The Caucasian monk proficiently pulled down the standalone switch, and chased after the ghosts who were scurrying away in the cabin ahead.

It was no coincidence that this strong Caucasian monk had taken the subway, he was chasing after the ghosts in the subway, intending to purify them.

Song Shuhang touched his pocket, inside was an Exorcism Talisman, an Armor Talisman and a Sword Talisman.

He had these three talismans on him just in case.

Hopefully he won’t need to use these talismans, after all, the quant.i.ties of talismans he had were limited. Before meeting the Altar Master, every talisman he wasted would lower his odds of victory.

Hold on!

A thought flashed in Song Shuhang’s mind.

The ghosts in the train might have something to do with Altar Master, right?

The Altar Master was also an evil path ghost pract.i.tioner, and the fact that the Yuan Long Medicine Store was a mere three train stations away! Is such a coincidence possible?

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At this time, in the third section of the cabin behind Song Shuhang’s, there were two considerably pale men together whispering to each other.

“Motherf*cker, why has that Caucasian monk chased after us again? We definitely evaded him over a long distance, how sinister!” A man who wore a business attire said with clenched teeth.

The other man, who wore an ordinary T-s.h.i.+rt rubbed his temples and bitterly said, “It has already been two consecutive days the Suffering Spirit hadn’t had a meal. If we still can’t let the Suffering Spirit have its meal today, then when night comes we’ll be worked overtime by the Altar Master as food for the Suffering Spirit.”