I heard that the subway station here is a paradise for performing artists.

As soon as Sun Wukong entered the subway station, he saw several successive groups of art performers, young and middle-aged, young and old, men and women of gender, yellow, black, brown and white in race, dressed brightly and sloppily, or playing violin, or playing guitar, or beating gongs and drums, or directly going to street dance.

In front of these artistic performers, more or less, there will be some coins.

The Nth line that Sun Wukong took at the beginning was a main line with a relatively large flow of people, which seemed a little crowded. During the ride, you can see some movie posters from time to time.

For example, at the entrance, in a relatively conspicuous position, there is a huge movie poster: a black gorilla with a solemn expression holding an M16 assault rifle in his left hand and riding a horse, and behind it is an army of apes led by the same group of apes galloping on horseback.

The film is called Rise of the Planet of the Apes: Dawn of the Showdown.

After transferring to another branch line halfway, the entire subway substation suddenly became deserted.

The walls are covered with rough murals, and when you look up, you can see the unobscured pipes that lay across them, rusty pipes that seemed to seep out of an unknown amount of liquid or sediment at any moment.

The waiting room is also dimly lit, and the old waiting chairs and cramped waiting lanes look old. And there is a faint fishy smell in the air, which makes people feel a little disgusting.

He waited in the waiting lane for about ten minutes before the train arrived. Because there are too few passengers on this branch line, the number of trains is relatively small, and it usually takes only 10 minutes to leave.

Entering the carriage, Sun Wukong frowned slightly, because the windows and inner walls were full of messy graffiti, dirty and messy, making the whole carriage look like those low, dirty underground spirits, digging holes underneath.

After more than thirty minutes, he finally walked out of the underground passage.

It's just that when I walked out, I seemed to see Peter Parker. But because of the crowd, before he could confirm it, the man who looked like Peter Parker disappeared into the crowd.

"Someone has already bought that peach?" When Sun Wukong came to the old Bush lumber store that he had contacted last night, he was told that the peach wood he wanted to buy had been sold in advance.

"Not just that one, all the mahogany was bought, four hours ago." The proprietor was a shriveled old man of about sixty years of age, with a view of the Mediterranean Sea on his head, and he was in good spirits and his eyes were shining.

If you want to set up Zhou Tian Xingdou Yin and Yang Gathering Spirit Array, pseudo array, and a meridian disc made of peach wood is essential, Sun Wukong checked the Internet for a long time last night, and in the entire New York State, he only found that this lumber store had peach wood for sale, so he had to patiently continue to ask: "Do you know who bought it?" ”

"Of course, an old acquaintance of my old Bush lumber shop." The old man replied with some pride that his family's heirloom timber shop had been in business for many years, and there were many regular customers, so he didn't have to worry about having no customers.

"Can you tell me the address of his house, I urgently need peachwood, and I want to find him to see if I can transfer some."

"I'll tell you the truth, kid, according to the rules, we can't reveal customer information." The old man licked his slightly dry lips and said, with a solemn look that the customer is God, sacred and inviolable.

"It's been a bit dry lately, it's ten dollars, please have a drink." Sun Wukong said, took out ten dollars from his pocket and put it on the counter.

"Crory Street, 15, don't tell him that I sued you." The old man put away the ten dollars with an unchanged expression, then lowered his voice and said.

"If you're not in a hurry, there's a new batch of lumber coming in next month, and there's about two thousand pounds of mahogany." When Sun Wukong was about to walk out of the storefront, the old man added loudly with a smile behind his back.

Coming out of the old Bush lumber shop, Monkey King went straight to Crory Street.

"Oh my God!"

Sun Wukong was halfway to the road, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from in front of him, and when he looked up, it was an old Chinese man who was taken to the ground by a speeding heavy locomotive.

"Bag, my bag-"

The old man who had been brought to the ground soon struggled to get up from the ground, blood gushing out from his forehead, and at once half of his face was red, but the old man did not seem to notice it at all, and shouted loudly at the heavy locomotive that had just brought him down and was whistling away, and took steps to catch up.

But his ankle was wounded, and he limped, slower than a snail, and after a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"It's over, my money is gone, 100,000 yuan."

The old man saw that the heavy locomotive that he had snatched his bag was about to disappear in front of him, but he was helpless, and he couldn't help but feel sad, sitting on the ground and screaming bitterly.

A few pedestrians passing by around saw it, but not only did no one go up to help, but their expressions were panicked, and they hurriedly ran away. It's as if it wasn't the old man who was robbed just now, but them.

Sun Wukong in the distance saw clearly, his heart moved, he looked left and right, sat on a waiting chair on the side of the road, his legs didn't have time to cross, he pinched a spell with both hands, chanted a spell in his mouth, and when his body was loosened, the Yuan Shen had already come out.

Riding a heavy motorcycle were two young men in their twenties, one black and one white. The two had long been eyeing the old Chinese, knowing that he had dropped an inconspicuous black fake leather handbag containing a large amount of cash. One of them is responsible for driving, the other is responsible for snatching bags, when the old man walks on the street, when he is not paying attention, he rides a heavy locomotive, sweeps from behind, and when he snatches the bag, he takes down the old man, so that he can't catch up if he wants to.

"Oh, haha, it's rich. Unexpectedly, the dead old man actually put 100,000 yuan in a bag, and walked around the street defenselessly, not afraid of being robbed. The white young man who grabbed the bag couldn't wait to open the handbag and saw the $100,000 inside, and roared excitedly.

"Isn't this robbed, Charles, it's amazing, you really have the potential to be a 'prophet'. 100,000, half for one person, that's 50,000, if we come a few more times, won't we soon become millionaires? The black young man who was driving the locomotive also turned around and shouted happily when he heard the words of his accomplices.

……

The primordial spirit is formless and substantial, as long as the realm is high enough to cultivate enough, thousands of miles away, it is also instantaneous.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong's Yuan Shen had come behind the two young men who were robbed by the speeding car, and they were unaware of it, and they were getting carried away and discussing loudly where to go and how to spend time when they had money.

"Don't turn your head, concentrate, it's easy to get into a car accident if you're careless."

"Don't worry, this is nothing, you can't be killed if you fall, on the track at midnight last night, that's really fast."

"No matter how fast you are, you're still losing to Johnny Storm. What a pity that $10,000 ended up in Johnny Storm's pocket. ”

"Next week, before the midnight track next week, I'll get him. So, next week's midnight track win is definitely mine. ”

"Kill him, are you going to use a gun or a locomotive?"

"It's the same, as long as you can get rid of him!"

Under the scorching sun, Sun Wukong's Yuan Shen felt so comfortable, like bathing in the rich aura of heaven and earth. He looked at the two robbers condescendingly and said silently, "There is no next week." ”

When the thought came to mind, the spirit flashed.

It was a black young man who was driving the locomotive, one second he was planning happily, and the next second the whole person suddenly shuddered violently, feeling that something had invaded his soul, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he lost control.

Sun Wukong's Yuan Shen cultivation is still too low to stir the power of heaven and earth, and if he wants to invade reality, he can only rely on possession. But it is very difficult to possess a living person, with Sun Wukong's current Yuan Shen cultivation, he can possess the body but not take it, and even if it is possessed, it will last for a few seconds at most before it will be ejected. But all he needed at this time was possession, and all he needed to do was possess it, and in a matter of seconds, it would disturb the mind of the black youth and make him unable to control the locomotive.

Sure enough, after his Yuan Shen possessed the black youth, the black youth immediately lost control of his body.

Without the control of people, the speeding locomotive swayed violently, and the white young man quickly felt the strangeness of his accomplice, but he didn't know what happened to his accomplice, and thought that his accomplice was joking with him, so he laughed and scolded: "Fuck, Bobby, aren't you known as the god of cars, how do you drive...... Oh my God—"

Before the white young man could finish his words, he watched in a panic as the locomotive flew out of control and rushed towards the protective wall in front.

Bang!

The heavy locomotive slammed into the concrete protective wall, visibly deformed sharply, and then slid and rolled out, scattering fragments of various parts in all directions.

The two young robbers, who were not wearing helmets, were thrown out like broken sacks with the heavy locomotive, and the screams were snuffed out in a loud bang as soon as they started, their heads were broken and bleeding, their tendons were broken and fractured, and blood was pouring out from under them like water.

Before the pedestrians on the side of the road could think about it, they saw the locomotive that was robbed by the speeding car crashed into the wall, and the robber fell in a pool of blood.

Sun Wukong returned to his senses, didn't bother to look at the two seriously injured robbers, and just walked over and picked up the handbag.

When he walked to the old man with his handbag, he saw that the wound on the old man's forehead was no longer bleeding, but he was old, and he had lost a lot of blood, his face was a little pale, and he was sitting on the ground trembling slightly, and his expression was sad.

In fact, when the old man was taken down just now, if he hadn't protected his head immediately, with his physique, he might have lost his life at this time.

"Uncle, your bag."

"My bag, my money, it's still there, kid, thank you, thank you." The old man opened the handbag with trembling hands, and saw that the money in it was intact, both surprised and delighted, and said a little incoherently, the handbag was hung in his arms, and the hand holding Sun Wukong's hand with both hands was shaking.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, he just acted on a whim, and he didn't want to see an old man kneeling in front of him to thank Dade. Stopping the old man from saying thanks, he casually helped him up and said, "Do you need me to call an ambulance?" ”

"No, no, the money is back, and I can go home alone. It's just a little bloodshed, and more is better than less. The old man shook his head, as if in his concept, even if he was robbed and injured, as long as the money was returned, it would be easy to do anything. Calling the police and calling an ambulance is better than calming things down.

After the old man finished speaking, he remembered something and said, "It turns out that you can speak Huaguo, are you Chinese?" ”

"Sort of, you're not lightly injured, so let's go to the hospital." Sun Wukong didn't understand the old man's thoughts, at the beginning of his crossing, he didn't need Carrie to call 911 because he had no fear, but the old man in front of him was clearly like a candle in the wind.

"It's nothing like this little injury, there is medicine at home, and it can be easily cured." The old man waved his hand again and again, signaling that he didn't need to, probably in order to win the trust of Sun Wukong, he squeezed out some smiles on his face and said, "Child, you don't know, I'm an old Chinese medicine doctor." Although in this United States, you can't govern people without a license, you can still govern yourself. ”

Sun Wukong saw that the old man really didn't listen to persuasion, so he could only give up. With himself next to him, he is not afraid that his life is in danger: "Then where is your home?" ”

"It's just a short distance up front on Crory Street."

"It just so happens that I'm going there too, let's go together, I'll send you."

"Thank you, kid, there aren't many people like you anymore."

The panic and indifference of the passers-by just now, the old man saw it all.

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