This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 179 - 179 179 This is Not Our Subway

?Chapter 179: Chapter 179: This is Not Our Subway Chapter 179: Chapter 179: This is Not Our Subway The surrounding area suddenly became pitch-black, so dark that Chen Ke noticed not even the dashboard lights of the driver’s cabin were visible.

Passengers let out cries of panic, and people kept asking what to do, what to do.

The car body shook violently, as if it were sliding out of control on the tracks, and from outside the windows, the squeal of the wheels against the rails resounded piercingly.

In the pitch darkness, the only thing left in Chen Ke’s vision was his own life countdown, as if the television had been tuned to a dead channel.

The speed of the car was plummeting rapidly, and the great inertia made many people fall to the ground, while Chen Ke stood with difficulty against the driver’s cabin’s glass window.

He pulled out his mobile phone and used the faint light of the screen to see that the subway car body was shedding its skin; the smooth white walls looked as if they had contracted a skin disease, with large patches peeling away rapidly, revealing red rust and black iron plates underneath.

Below, this eerie transformation was spreading rapidly as well, with the black mottled marks and rust spreading like cancer cells that threatened to engulf the entire carriage. Except for Chen Ke himself, no one seemed to notice this strange phenomenon.

A red light came from the tunnel up ahead; the subway was finally coming to a station. However, by the faint light, looking ahead to the station’s tunnel, a scrapped subway car could be seen blocking the way.

If it continued at this velocity, a rear-end collision was inevitable.

Chen Ke took a deep breath, silently wished the two drivers well, and then with a push of his legs, he grabbed the handrail and began to run forward with all his might.

As he ran, he shouted, “Everyone, run to the back, we’re about to hit!”

Even as he shouted, everyone was immersed in terror; many people remained indifferent, hugging the handrails tightly with their eyes shut. The old black man who had earlier told Chen Ke to control his emotions kept chanting “God bless.”

Chen Ke had no time to grab people and run with them, or else he could very well end up dying in this carriage with them. At the moment of life and death, survival depended on oneself; for those who chose to sit and wait for a hero to step in and help, Chen Ke could only wish them luck.

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