The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3673 Evil Force (1)

Chapter 3673 Evil Force (XI)

There was an exclamation from the audience. The critics in the front row began to murmur, and Schiller, sitting on the other side, could hear what they were saying.

"No way? I was just about to say that the setting of these two protagonists is really old-fashioned, but there is actually a twist?!"

"Wait, I don't quite understand. Isn't this a pseudo-documentary horror movie? Why did the protagonist suddenly turn into a flaming skull?!"

"The demon named Mephisto hasn't appeared yet, why did the protagonist become a demon first? This look doesn't make him a good guy, does it?"

"I'm more concerned about his brother's expression. He wasn't surprised at all. He obviously knew about his brother's situation. So what's going on between these two brothers?"

"This is really interesting. It turns out that it's not the devil persecuting ordinary people, but dog biting dog?"

The atmosphere in the theater became heated, and the audience below was whispering, all discussing the origin of this flaming skull and the past of the two brothers.

At this moment, the camera turned again, and a road appeared in the picture. In the night, only a tiny light flickered at the end of the road. But at this moment, a sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the owner of the camera rolled down the car window.

What appeared outside the window was a skeleton horse with flames burning on it, and a man sitting on the horse who also had a flaming skull.

Push open the car door, walk around the engine, and stand in front of this group of horses burning with hellfire, and you can feel their evil beauty and majesty.

"Long time no see, Carter."

Schiller knocked on the door of the hut, and an old man with white semi-long hair, high brows and sharp edges opened the door. Schiller walked in, shook hands with him, and said, "Hello, Niorg Sosip, Honorary Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford University, I have heard of your name, Mr. Carter Slade."

"All Souls Academy... Tsk." The old man called Shredder snorted. He stepped deep and shallow on the ground near the hut, picked up a shovel from the side, and walked towards the cemetery next to the hut. "What are you doing here?"

"Of course it's something, can we talk about it?"

"Don't think I don't know what you are here for. Whether you represent the devil or the angel, I have said it before, I quit!" Slade turned around and raised his shovel and said.

"You may have misunderstood. I'm not here to ask you to be a Ghost Rider. Of course, you may have to be one for once, but the purpose is not to expel demons or anything like that."

Shredder didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward, turned around and continued walking towards the cemetery. Schiller followed him and said, "I shot a pseudo-documentary, the main content is to deal with Mephisto, your successor, the next generation of Ghost Rider, is the protagonist. We need a character to explain the origin of Ghost Rider and pretend to be cool. The pay is not low. Do you want to try it?"

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

“I just got back from the Vatican,” Schiller said. “Take a look at this.”

Schiller handed him the phone, and Shredder narrowed his eyes the moment he saw the old bishop in the camera.

"Pato... this damn old mole is still alive." Shredder's tone was indignant, but he quickly returned the phone to Schiller and said, "Whatever you want to do, I'm not interested."

"Really? You have no interest in helping me redress you, letting the church recognize your achievements, and letting the public understand the justice and power of Ghost Rider?"

Shredder paused. Schiller stepped forward and continued, "I know that when you were a Ghost Rider, Heaven and Hell were at loggerheads. Even though you didn't help Mephisto, the Church still considered you to be the epitome of evil, so they kept hunting you down, forcing you to hide here."

"You feel unfair and angry because you are judging sin and enforcing justice, but they stubbornly believe that you are the devil's lackey. This has troubled you for decades until you become discouraged."

"But now, times have changed. The magic defense network has been very complete. No matter whether it is angels or demons, they can no longer disrupt the earth like before. People are no longer so conservative and regard anyone who looks different from ordinary people as a vassal of the devil."

"It's time to change this prejudice and let people see your efforts to protect the earth." Schiller said with a smile, "I believe that all the audiences will like you very much."

The moment the Ghost Rider, riding a flaming horse and wearing a cowboy hat, appeared, he ignited the atmosphere in the theater. Everyone screamed and everyone exclaimed "So cool!"

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

"In those days when mankind had little means to resist the devil, we stole power from hell with vengeful anger to judge those bewitched sinners..."

Along with the old man's low and hoarse voice, the tragedies that occurred in those unknown dark years began to become gradually clear before everyone's eyes.

In the primitive times, demons were rampant, feudal dynasties were worthless, and the Middle Ages were a battle between good and evil. In the days when the magic defense network was not so perfect, humans used almost every method to fight against those beings that were so powerful that they could hardly imagine. Some tried to analyze, some used the power of others to fight against the power of others, and some prayed devoutly. Countless people paid their lives for this and bore the infamy, but they never stopped.

"I'm sorry, but I think the history Carter told is so valuable that I have to put it in my records, hoping that it can be preserved. I have to continue talking about what happened in the sanatorium..."

As Johnny watched, the patient's body began to burn. He did not make a sound but looked at Johnny with a mocking look, and the flame in Johnny's skull began to die out.

"Damn it! The power of hell doesn't respond to me!" Johnny's arms were shaking a little. He only held on for two seconds and then fell down with his eyes covered, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Danny got up from the ground, pushed the staggering patient away, helped Johnny up from the ground, and turned to look at the door. There were traces of charring there, and the ashes of hell formed a magic circle, blocking their way out.

He called upon the spirit of vengeance within him, but the response was always unstable. Some powerful force was invading this place, which prevented them from fully exerting their power. He shouted to the outside of the door: "Doctor! Find a way to open the door!"

Schiller outside the door was trying. He first turned the doorknob twice, then pushed the door, and when he found no response, he looked down at the crack in the door and saw the ashes of hell falling to the ground.

Schiller took out a cross from his windbreaker pocket, which emitted a faint light in the dark corridor. He threw the cross through the crack of the door and said, "Danny! Use this!"

Danny turned around and saw that the cross that was thrown in turned twice on the ground. All the hell ashes that were floating down were bounced away, and the surrounding black ashes did not dare to approach at all.

He dragged Johnny to the door, and when he reached out to pick up the cross, he finally felt the presence of the Spirit of Vengeance. But he did not choose to call on the Spirit of Vengeance and transform into Ghost Rider, but instead held the cross tightly and began to destroy the magic circle on the door.

He drew a cross on the door vigorously, and the ashes of hell disappeared in an instant. With a "bang", Schiller pushed the door open.

"What's next, Doc? Are we going to exorcise him?"

"You slowly approach him with the cross, force him into the corner of the room, then catch him and I will exorcise the demon on him."

Danny nodded, hunched his body, held the cross in his hand, and slowly approached the patient. The other party seemed to be finally forced into a corner, revealing his true face, and opened his mouth, and a gust of wind with a strong smell of burning blew over. The faint holy light on the cross was shaky under the invasion of evil.

Danny had to use his arms to block the cross. The opponent's eyes began to bleed, his mouth opened abnormally, and more and more black ashes floated out and kept sticking to Danny's skin, as if he wanted to devour him in this way.

At this moment, Schiller took out a small bag of red soil and followed Danny. When he approached the patient, he sprinkled the bloody soil in his hands on his face.

The patient seemed to be burned, smoke began to come out of his body, and he screamed violently. Danny took this opportunity to pounce on him and pinned him to the ground.

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

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

Schiller let out a sigh of relief, and Danny stood up. The strange vision in the room gradually faded, and the two of them lifted the patient onto the bed, comforted the nurse waiting outside the door, and then went to check on Johnny.

Johnny's condition was not very good. It seemed that he was not just exhausted, but the strength in his body was disturbed and damaged in some way. He looked in pain.

"The source is here," Johnny said, "The source of the evil power is in this sanatorium, 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, which could be some evil object or a person. Maybe there are secrets in this sanatorium that we don't know about. I think we have to check it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the building outside the window went out, and chaotic noises were heard from upstairs and downstairs. It was obvious that the doctors and nurses on duty were checking the situation.

The nurse on duty hurried down and shouted, "The power is out. Connect the backup power supply to the equipment first! Hurry!"

"Oh, damn it." A man wearing a reflective vest and a hard hat stood in the sun, looking at the dug-up wires and said, "It looks like something bit it off. Do you have any animals like moles or rabbits here?"

"Never heard of it, how long will it take to repair it?"

"It's tough tonight." The construction worker shook his head and said, "Luckily you're just a sanatorium. If it were a big hospital, it would be troublesome. Just hold on for another night. I guarantee you'll be fine by tomorrow morning."

Johnny and Danny, standing under the shade of a tree not far away, looked at the man who was talking to the construction worker. When the camera showed his face, another round of screams broke out in the theater.