Chapter 3662

The audience in the cinema let out an exclamation. The film critics in the front row whispered, and Schiller, sitting on the other side, could hear what they were saying.

"No way? I just wanted to say that the settings of these two protagonists are really old-fashioned, but there's a reversal?!"

"Wait, I'm a bit confused. Isn't it a mockumentary horror movie? Why did the protagonist suddenly turn into a flaming skull?!"

"That demon named Mephisto hasn't appeared yet, why did the protagonist turn into a demon first? This look doesn't look like a good person at all?!"

"I'm more concerned about his brother's expression; he's not surprised at all, obviously knowing his brother's situation, so what on earth is going on with these two brothers?"

"This is really interesting; it turns out it's not a demon persecuting ordinary people, but dogs biting dogs?"

The atmosphere in the cinema became hot, and the audience below whispered, all discussing where this flaming skull came from and what kind of past the two brothers had.

Just at this time, the lens turned again, and a road appeared in the picture. In the night, only a little imperceptible light flickered at the end of the road. But just at this time, the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and the owner of the lens rolled down the car window.

Appearing outside the window was a skeleton horse burning with raging flames, and the man on the horse's back, also with a flaming skeleton head.

Pushing open the car door, bypassing the front of the engine, and standing in front of this horse burning with hell flames, one can feel its evil beauty and majesty even more.

"Long time no see, Carter."

Schiller knocked on the door of the hut, and an old man with white semi-long hair, high brow ridges, and distinct edges and corners opened the door. Schiller walked in and shook hands with him, saying: "Hello, Nyarlathotep, honorary researcher at All Souls College, Oxford University, I've heard of you for a long time, Mr. Carter Slade."

"All Souls College... cut." The old man called Slade made a snort from his nose. He stepped on the ground near the hut with one foot deep and one foot shallow, picked up a shovel from the side, and walked toward a cemetery next to the hut, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course there's something, can we talk?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're here for; no matter if you represent the devil or the angel, I've already said it, I'm not doing it anymore!" Slade turned his head and raised his shovel.

"You might have misunderstood; I'm not here to ask you to be a Ghost Rider. Of course, you might indeed have to be one, but the purpose is not to expel demons or anything."

Slade didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward, turned his head, and continued to walk toward the cemetery. Schiller followed behind him and said: "I filmed a mockumentary, the main content is dealing with Mephisto, and your successor, the next generation of Ghost Rider, is the protagonist. We need a role to explain the origin of the Ghost Rider, and by the way, act cool. The pay is not low, do you want to try?"

Slade narrowed his eyes and looked at Schiller; obviously, there were too many words he didn't understand in Schiller's words. Schiller had to explain patiently to him. After a while, Slade nodded and said: "You mean you want me to film a movie to promote the Ghost Rider? Are you crazy? Do you want to be hunted down by the church?"

"I just came back from the Vatican," Schiller said, "Look at this."

Schiller handed the phone to him, and Slade narrowed his eyes the moment he saw the old Bishop in the lens.

"Pato... this damn old mole is still alive." Slade's tone was indignant, but soon he returned the phone to Schiller and said, "No matter what you want to do, I'm not interested."

"Really? Not interested in helping you clear your name, letting the church acknowledge your achievements, and letting the public understand the justice and strength of the Ghost Rider?"

Slade's hand paused. Schiller walked up and continued: "I know, when you were the Ghost Rider, heaven and hell were at odds. Although you didn't work for Mephisto, the church also considered you synonymous with evil, so they kept hunting you down, making you have to hide here."

"You felt unfair and angry, because clearly you were also judging evil and executing justice, but they stubbornly thought you were a running dog of the devil. This has troubled you for decades until you became cold-hearted."

"But now, the times are different. The magic defense network is already very perfect; whether it is an angel or a devil, they can no longer disturb the Earth like before. People are no longer so conservative, treating everyone who looks different from ordinary people as a vassal of the devil."

"It's time to reverse this prejudice and let people see the efforts you have made to protect the Earth." Schiller smiled and said, "I believe all the audience will like you very much."

The moment the Ghost Rider riding the flaming horse and wearing a cowboy hat appeared, it ignited the atmosphere in the cinema, and everyone screamed, everyone exclaiming "Too cool!"

The flames went out, an old man appeared, and they returned to the caretaker's hut together. Under the dim light, Slade told the history of the Ghost Rider.

"In those eras when humans had almost no means to resist demons, we carried the anger of revenge, stole power from hell, and used it to judge those sinners who were bewitched..."

Accompanied by the old man's low and hoarse voice, the tragedies that occurred in the unknown dark ages began to become gradually clear in front of everyone's eyes.

The primitive era was full of demons, the feudal dynasty's life was like grass, and the Middle Ages were a struggle between good and evil. In the era when the magic defense network was not that perfect, humans almost used every method to resist those existences that were so powerful that they could hardly imagine. Some tried to analyze, some borrowed force to fight, some prayed devoutly, countless people paid their lives for this, carried the infamy, but never stopped.

"Sorry, but I think the history Carter told is very precious, and I have to put it in my records, hoping to preserve it. I have to continue talking about the things in the sanitarium..."

Under Johnny's gaze, the patient's body began to burn. He didn't make a wail, just looked at Johnny with mocking eyes, and the flames in Johnny's skull actually began to gradually extinguish.

"Damn it! The power of hell doesn't respond to me!" Johnny's arm trembled a bit; he only persisted for two seconds, then covered his eyes and fell down, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Danny climbed up from the ground, pushed away the swaying patient, helped Johnny up from the ground, and turned to look at the door. The traces of burnt black were there, and the hell ashes formed a magic circle, sealing their way out.

He called the Spirit of Vengeance inside him, but the response had always been unstable. Some powerful force was invading here, which made their power unable to be fully exerted. He shouted to the outside of the door: "Doctor! Find a way to open the door!"

Schiller outside the door was trying. He first twisted the doorknob twice, then pushed the door, and after finding no reaction, he lowered his head to look at the door crack, and then saw the hell ashes floating on the ground.

Schiller took a crucifix from his trench coat pocket, which emitted a faint light in the pitch-black corridor. While throwing the crucifix through the door crack, he said: "Danny! Use this!"

Danny turned his head and saw the thrown crucifix spinning twice on the ground, all the hell ashes floating on it were bounced away, and the black ashes around didn't dare to approach at all.

He dragged Johnny to the door, and when he reached out to pick up the crucifix, he finally felt the existence of the Spirit of Vengeance. But he didn't choose to call the Spirit of Vengeance or turn into Ghost Rider, but held the crucifix tightly and started to destroy the magic circle on the door.

He used the crucifix to scratch hard on the door, and the ashes of hell disappeared instantly. With a "bang," the door was pushed open by Schiller.

"What to do next? Doctor? Are we going to exorcise him?"

"You hold the crucifix and approach him slowly, force him into the corner of the room, and then catch him, and I will exorcise him."

Danny nodded, arched his body, held the crucifix in his hand, and slowly approached the patient. The other party seemed to be finally forced into a hurry, revealing his true face, and with a mouth, a gust of strong wind carrying a rich burnt smell blew over. The faint holy light on the crucifix was crumbling under the invasion of evil.

Danny had to use his arm to block the crucifix. The other party's eyes began to bleed, his mouth opened abnormally, and more and more black ashes floated out, constantly sticking to Danny's skin, as if wanting to swallow him in this way.

Just at this time, Schiller took out a small bag of red soil. He followed behind Danny, and when he approached the patient, he threw the blood soil in his hand onto the other party's face.

The patient seemed to be burned, his whole body started to smoke, and he let out a fierce scream. Danny took this opportunity to pounce on him and press him firmly on the ground.

Schiller took out another crucifix, recited a prayer, and then pressed the crucifix hard on the patient's forehead.

More smoke came out, and black ashes surged out from the patient's seven orifices. After falling to the ground, they were quickly purified by the holy light. His complexion also gradually returned to normal, and after closing his eyes, he looked like he was asleep.

Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, and Danny also stood up. The anomalies in the room gradually subsided, and the two of them lifted the patient to the bed together, comforted the nurses waiting outside the door, and then went to check Johnny's situation.

Johnny's condition was not very good; he didn't seem to be just exhausted, but his internal power was damaged by some interference, looking a bit painful.

"The source is here," Johnny said, "The source of the evil power is in this sanitarium, we have to find it."

"Can you feel where he is?" Danny helped him sit down by the window.

Johnny shook his head and said: "I only know that the power from hell must have a carrier, it could be some evil object, or it could be some person. Perhaps there is a secret in this sanitarium that we don't know. I think we have to check it out."

As soon as the words fell, the light of the building outside the window went out, and messy sounds came from upstairs and downstairs, obviously the doctors and nurses on duty were checking the situation.

The nurse on duty ran down hurriedly and shouted: "Power cut, connect the instruments to the backup power supply first! Hurry up!"

"Ah, damn it." A man wearing a reflective vest and a safety helmet stood in the sun, looking at the dug-up wires and said, "It looks like it was bitten off by something. Do you have animals like moles or rabbits here?"

"Never heard of it, about how long can it be repaired?"

"It's tough tonight." The construction worker shook his head and said, "Fortunately, you are just a sanitarium; if it were a big hospital, it would be troublesome. You persist for one more night, and it will be fine tomorrow morning."

Johnny and Danny, standing not far away under the shade of the tree, looked at the man talking to the construction worker. And when the lens gave the front face to him, another scream erupted in the cinema.

(End of chapter)