Foreign Monk, Flashing!

"Heh, what do I need face for? You can't eat face. Besides..." Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth, and from an angle where the Foreign Monk couldn't see, mouthed to the Altar Master, "I'm not a senior, I'm just an ordinary college student. What your subordinates found is correct."

Song Shuhang has always believed that lying and deceiving others is wrong.

But when people live in this world, they inevitably have to tell lies sometimes, such as white lies; this is unavoidable.

However, Shuhang believes that even a white lie should be explained to others when it becomes clear that it has been told. Honesty is the foundation of trust between people!

"Hiss!" The Altar Master's upper body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

"I curse you... I curse you! I will become a vengeful ghost and seek revenge for you for all eternity!" The Altar Master roared in his final moments of lucidity!

After he finished yelling, he stopped breathing.

Altar Master -- what a loser!

"He's finally dead this time, isn't he?" Song Shuhang stood there for a while, and after sensing that there was no danger, he came to the Altar Master's side with the 'Armor Talisman' in one hand.

This time, the Altar Master is completely dead, with no possibility of resurrection.

But just to be on the safe side, Song Shuhang still raised his black flying sword and beheaded the Altar Master with a single strike.

Jiang Ziyan had once reminded him that cultivators had too many ways to save their lives, so to confirm the other party's death, destroying the body and all evidence was the best course of action. If the other party was Second-Grade Cultivator, beheading them would be sufficient.

The sword strikes without leaving a trace, without spilling a drop of blood.

Song Shuhang sighed inwardly. In just two days, he had already beheaded two people. This time, he didn't use the 'True Self Meditation Scripture,' but relied on his willpower to keep himself calm.

He cannot rely on the 'True Self Meditation Scripture' forever; the path of cultivation is long, and there are some things he must adapt to. Over-reliance on external things will make him weak.

Those who are weak and lack resolve will not go far on the path of cultivation.

The Altar Master was the second cultivator to die at Shuhang's hands. Like the first long-armed man, although he was dead, his spirit would 'live' in Song Shuhang's memory for a long time. Though he could not Immortality...

The incident involving the Spirit Ghost and the Altar Master has temporarily come to an end.

For the foreseeable future, no one will dare to mess with his Spirit Ghost.

With the Altar Master dead, his subordinates are now leaderless. This will keep them in chaos for a long time, and they won't be able to cause much trouble in the short term.

Furthermore, the only people who knew that the Altar Master's visit to Jiangcheng University Town was related to Song Shuhang's Spirit Ghost were the Altar Master himself, the long-armed man, and the assassin who entered Shuhang's room. All three had already been killed, so none of the Altar Master's subordinates knew about the connection between the Altar Master and 'Song Shuhang'.

Even if they wanted to avenge their master, they wouldn't be able to master the skills in a short time.

And given enough time... these subordinates will no longer be a threat to Song Shuhang. At that point, even if these subordinates don't come looking for Song Shuhang, Shuhang will come knocking on his door!

He lacked real combat opponents, and these guys with beast-head claw mark tokens would be good sparring partners for Shuhang for some time to come. Moreover, he could not only fight them but also eliminate them, and perhaps even get some spoils of war—a triple win!

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded." Song Shuhang said softly as he took out the 'Corpse-Dissolving Water' and poured some on the Altar Master's corpse.

A pungent odor wafted over... The Altar Master's clothes were completely melted away—but his body was not dissolved by the Corpse-Dissolving Liquid.

"This thing can only melt the body of First-Grade Cultivator? I thought it was some great treasure."

It'll be very troublesome, leaving such a dismembered body. Even if the surveillance footage has been destroyed, the corpse will still attract the attention of the police.

Song Shuhang was somewhat troubled.

At this moment, the Foreign Monk suddenly spoke up, "Senior, are you troubled by this fellow's physical body?"

"Can you handle it?" Song Shuhang turned his head, a gentle smile on his face, maintaining his superior demeanor.

The Foreign Monk gave a thumbs-up and said, "Senior, please rest assured and leave this matter to me. I can handle it!"

"Since you put it that way, then I'll trouble you. I'll remember this favor." Song Shuhang was relieved.

"Senior, please don't say that. You saved my life. This is nothing to worry about!" The Foreign Monk said confidently, as if dealing with the corpse and the trouble on the subway were trivial matters.

His confident demeanor reminded Shuhang of the cool things that often appeared in online novels, such as the 'China Dragon Group,' 'China Espers Team,' and 'China Cultivators' Alliance.'

Perhaps this Foreign Monk is a member of some kind of organization? He might have a mysterious little red booklet on him, and even if the police arrive, the Foreign Monk can just pull out the red booklet and solve all the trouble!

With that thought in mind, Song Shuhang took a few steps forward and picked up the small black box Altar Master.

His intuition told him that there would be something good in the Altar Master's small box.

After picking up the suitcase, he returned to the little girl's family and sat down on the spot.

Judging by the time, the passengers should be waking up from their unconsciousness by now, right?

At this moment, the Foreign Monk came to the Altar Master's side, put his hands together, and said, "Only after all sentient beings are liberated can I attain enlightenment; until hell is empty, I vow not to become a Buddha."

These words are the Grand Vow Oath Ksitigarbha Buddhist School, Foreign Monk seems to like this vow very much.

Then, he sat cross-legged beside the body of the Altar Master and began to chant the Ksitigarbha Soul-Deliverance Scripture. As he chanted, a rich Merit Light enveloped him once again.

Beside the body of the Altar Master in the subway car ahead, several souls could be vaguely seen being converted by the Foreign Monk.

As the soul was converted, a mysterious force in the world split into three and descended upon the Foreign Monk.

The next moment, the Foreign Monk's 'Merit Light' became even more solid; his immense spiritual power expanded; and his physical body was also strengthened!

Song Shuhang widened slightly—it could even have such an effect on ferrying souls? It could simultaneously strengthen the physical body, mental power, and Merit!

Although it cannot compare to taking Body Tempering Liquid or practicing Basic Fist Technique.

But it's a hundred times better than regular running or fitness!

"I'll write this down and ask Senior Medicine Master later if Daoist Sect cultivators have any methods for transferring souls, and whether they can increase spiritual power and physical strength," Song Shuhang thought to himself.

At the same time, he vaguely understood why there were always virtuous monks in ancient times. They performed rituals to save souls without charging a penny, and instead actively went to various places to find souls to save. If you didn't let them save your soul, they would get angry with you. He guessed that those monks, like this Foreign Monk, were true disciples of Buddhist School.

As they pondered, the passengers in the carriage gradually came to their senses.

Everyone remembers having a terrifying nightmare, but the latter half of the nightmare becomes peaceful.

"What happened?"

"I seem to remember the high monk running back to the carriage, and then it went dark, and I remember nothing more."

"Where is the high monk?"

As the guests chattered amongst themselves, they soon discovered the Foreign Monk... and the Foreign Monk Altar Master's corpse, which had been chopped into five pieces, beside him.

Stunned... Silence.

Then came a chorus of terrified screams.

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead!"

"Ahhh!" Passengers near the carriage rushed to the carriage door and opened it manually, ignoring the situation outside. All the passengers screamed and ran out.

Some people vomited on the spot, while others simply collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

If it were just an ordinary death, people would be too shocked, having been exposed to the news so often. But this is different; it's a dismemberment, isn't it? The dead body was cut into five pieces!

Meanwhile... screams also came from the carriage ahead. There were two corpses of the Altar Master's subordinates, their bodies gnawed beyond recognition by Ghost Nether. This also caused the passengers in the carriage to flee for their lives.

Beside Shuhang, the father in the white shirt, the young mother, and the little girl had all regained consciousness.

The father in the white shirt didn't rush to get off the bus. Instead, he looked at Song Shuhang sitting next to them and asked respectfully in a low voice, "Young man, may we get off now?"

He sensed this young man was quite skilled; the man had said "too late" and told them to stay close and not wander off. Then they both fainted...

"Get off the train. What happens next is none of our business." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, carrying his black briefcase as he left the carriage, carefully avoiding the surveillance cameras.

He needed to disguise the black briefcase before re-entering the surveillance area.

We shouldn't underestimate the power of technology these days; the police might just find clues because of this box!

The father in the white shirt picked up his daughter and followed her away, blending into the panicked crowd and heading towards the distant platform.

Finally, he glanced cautiously at the black briefcase in Shuhang's hand.

I vaguely remember that when Shuhang came with them, he wasn't carrying this suitcase... Of course, he's a really smart guy. He would never mention a word about the black suitcase to anyone.

In the chaotic subway station.

Subway staff began trying their best to calm the agitated passengers to prevent a larger accident.

Shortly afterward, the police arrived.

Then the news media arrived at the scene quickly.

The televisions in the subway station began broadcasting breaking news, specifically about the subway accident.

In the live broadcast, police officers apprehended a bald Western Foreign Monk.

"Yes, I did it all. I killed all three of them, I confess. Hmm, I didn't have any accomplices, don't worry, it was just me! I won't resist, arrest me! But... the train accident has nothing to do with me, really!" The Foreign Monk, speaking fluent and standard Mandarin, obediently got handcuffed, looking quite generous!

Yes, he was arrested.

There are no official certificates, no China Dragon Group, and no special forces.

And he even had that confident look on his face! So, his so-called solution was just to be a scapegoat and take all the blame?

Finally, in the live broadcast, before being escorted into the police car, the Foreign Monk gave a thumbs-up to the camera, revealing a set of white teeth.

Ding! The teeth gleamed blindingly in the sunlight!

--Senior, I will never betray you under any circumstances. I will take full responsibility for everything!

At this moment, the Foreign Monk, like the Virgin Mary, radiated a light that was impossible to look directly at!