A lot happened to this ordinary night.

A devil prince escaped from hell and was ready to start his own brilliant conquest.

A knight was given power and was pushed by fate to join the carnival.

And where they are about to meet, there are also unknown things happening, and the importance of this thing is no worse than the previous two.

Every city has a cemetery.

Although no one likes that place, a cemetery is a must for a rapidly developing city.

It often stands quietly, and stands in a low-key manner on the edge of the city that is not very noticeable.

It often has beautiful grass and quiet fences, which seem to create an environment for the deceased to be undisturbed.

Although that doesn't make any sense to the dead.

After death comes, their souls have escaped from their bodies that are about to be decayed, either stepping into heaven of faith or falling into a sad hell.

Except for some guys with special circumstances, they will never stay in the human world.

The soul is what is really important, the body is meaningless.

In the hometown of Johnny and Rosan, outside Austin, a gravekeeper is preparing to fall asleep in a small, inconspicuous cemetery.

He is already very old.

The head is gray and the face is covered with wrinkles. It is the most real trace left by time.

But the old man was still stubborn and didn't want to fall down. He was wearing a half-old denim outfit, just like the previous era. No, the old denim in the previous era, and also wearing a broken cowboy hat.

Before going to bed, he had to complete the work he had to do every day. He carried a shovel and patrolled the cemetery, although there were few tomb robbers in this era.

After all, in this new era, tomb robbers are really a promising job, but there are always some drunks and addicts who like the quiet and undisturbed place of the cemetery.

Well, there are some psychologically distorted couples who will take advantage of the night to do something very perverted here.

Never underestimate the madness in people, especially in this increasingly crazy world.

The old man was walking around the cemetery with a horse lantern and humming strange songs. This scene looked a bit cunning and even enough to scare the cowards.

I don’t know if it was the sudden change in the weather. In this haunting night, fog actually rose in the cemetery. The light emitted by the lantern seemed a little pale among the shadows.

It's like those ancient and absurd stories in the western land built on legends

What a soul-attracting person, what a god of death, etc.

"Um?"

Carrying a shovel and humming a song, the old man who was patrolling the cemetery suddenly heard the voice coming from the cemetery next to him.

He turned his head and looked, and his voice came from the depths of the cemetery, which were the oldest cemeteries, mostly left by people who died in the Western Cowboy era.

However, they were not buried here, they were originally in the city, but the city also needs to develop. The role of cemeteries is obviously not as important as that of the train station, so those cemeteries were moved here decades ago.

Few people come to worship those who died hundreds of years ago, except for those families that still maintain ancient traditions.

Those who can be gravekeepers are all brave guys.

At midnight, the old man guarding the tomb followed the sound of his speech and walked into the depths of the cemetery. He thought that it was another group of addicts or madmen who came to have fun, but it was not until he approached the somewhat deserted cemetery that he realized that it was not.

In front of a tombstone, two strange people were standing there.

The guy standing on the left was wearing a black windbreaker and a hood.

He looked a little thin, holding a weird stick in his hand, emitting a red light in the darkness. The stick was strange and looked like it was made of some kind of plastic, but that was not!

The knowledgeable tomb guard could tell at a glance that the thing was made of bones.

A work of art carved from a complete leg bone, and from the point that it can shine, the bones that have been used in raw materials must be extraordinary.

The guy standing on the right was also wearing a cloak, but the cloak was more like a cloak.

And it was like a very old cloak style, dragging to the ground, like the cloak worn by the nobles of the Middle Ages, and he also carried a green hood, which was almost perfectly hidden in the darkness.

These two guys are obviously not ordinary people.

So the gravekeeper did not get close to him anymore. He hid behind a tree and listened quietly to the conversation between the two guys.

"I'm curious, Mr. Doom."

Merlin looked at the tombstone that had been weathered in front of him, and said to the silent Vidoc von Doom, who was around him:

"What kind of request did it make for you when you were talking to my 'old friend'? Will it be convenient to disclose it?"

"No, I promised it, and I can't say it until the moment comes."

Dummy's low voice came from under his iron-faced helmet, the wizard king was as low-key and silent as ever. Facing Merlin's question, he replied:

"I can only say that you have a lot of good things."

"My Excellency Merlin, like your 'old friend', the omniscient parchment, if I can, I hope to acquire it from you."

"What a pity, I can't give it to you."

Meilin squatted down, stretched out his hand, and pushed away the weeds on the tombstone in front of him, he said:

"Parchment is troublesome, it involves a lot of unknown things."

"And the last time I sent it to a friend, it caused me a bad situation, and I haven't gotten rid of that trouble yet. To be honest, Lord Dumm, I'm for your own good."

“My 'old friend' is definitely not as simple as it seems.”

"Finally found it, that's it."

Meilin looked at the almost weathered words on the tombstone, and he pronounced them:

"Carter Slay wishes the light of Father to shine upon your dark soul, my friend."

Under that meaningful epitaph, Carter Sley's birth and death date, Merlin stared at the words that had been stripped of time, and said:

"A man who lived in the 19th century, well, was still a Mountie, interesting."

He stood up and patted the dust on his gloves. He looked at the silent Dumm beside him, and he said:

"So, what did the parchment tell you?"

"It told me a lot, about Carter Slay, about the San Van Gonza contract, about Mephist's failure, about how we should use it."

Dumm's hands were stacked on his abdomen, and the wizard king looked at the tombstone in front of him. He said softly in a magnetic voice as if he was telling a story:

"Carter Sley is a Texas Mounted Policeman, a man who is said to be quite upright."

"But in fact, he was the last knight of Mephist. He was the only knight who escaped the destruction ending from the time of the legend of the Ghost Rider to the present day, a truly smart man."

"Of course, it's also a guy who doesn't keep his promise, the only guy who has allowed the big devil Mephist to gain a defeat."

"Just as the beginning of all the stories related to Mephist, Sley was put in jail for accepting bribes and he would be executed."

"The night before he was executed, a mysterious man appeared before him, promising his new life and hope, and Shi Lei, who was desperate, signed a contract and was able to escape."

"In the day, he fulfilled his duties as a Mounted Policeman as before, and when night came, he transformed into a Ghost Rider, and on the western land, he collected the souls of those contracts for the Great Devil, like a thug and an accomplice."

Dum shook his head and said:

"Shley may not be a good person, but he still has a last bit of conscience."

"In his last debt collection operation, he witnessed Mephist use the temptation of eternal life to tempt thousands of people in a village to fall, and turn that village into hell on earth overnight."

"The wife killed her husband, the son strangled her father, the mother poisoned her daughter, the baby was thrown into a well and drowned. All the sins that could be imagined happened that night, and all this was just a bad joke from Mephist."

"When the village was soaked in blood, the last trace of conscience in Slay's fallen soul forced him to resist his master. He used some mysterious methods to get rid of Mephist's pursuit and fled with that contract until now."

"San Van Gonza!"

Merlin rubbed his forehead, recalling his past, and soon he thought of his brief trip to Texas in 1991.

"Oh, by the way, I've been to that famous haunted village in the area. But I was too weak at the time and I wasn't enough to unlock the secrets there, so I kept it in my notebook."

Merlin took out a note from her pocket, looked through a few pages, and pointed to the text on it and said:

"Look, here, what I recorded at that time."

"A dangerous place, you have to wait until you are strong enough to come back to explore. It turns out that this damn fate has already brought me into this matter, but I know nothing. It's so sad."

Merlin looked at the tombstone in front of him and said:

"So, Carter Slay is not dead, right? Lord Doom."

"Of course, that cunning soul has been hiding in a secret place, a place where hell creatures cannot step into, and Shi Lei has been very careful. Any movement will make him run away, just like now."

Dum turned around and looked at the pale lantern running wildly in the mist behind him, and he said:

"He thought he could run away."

"Swish"

Dum's figure disappeared in the magic flow, while Merlin turned around and glanced at the weathered tombstone. He shook his head and chased after him.

But soon Merlin stopped.

He stood in the dark, looking at the shovel thrown away by Shi Lei, under his feet, the plain thing, which seemed to have been used for a long time, and even the wooden handle was grinded out of patina.

No one will pay attention to this thing, and no one will pick it up even if it is thrown on the street.
To be continued...