In the wooden house, Johnny Blaze was drinking wine, and sitting opposite him was a white-haired old man with a beard, who looked unkempt and aged.
The two of them seemed to have just had a heart-to-heart talk about life. There was not much beer left in the glass and not much left to talk about.
After a while, Johnny found the topic again, burping and waving his hands as if turning a language organization machine: "Carter, have you ever fallen off a motorcycle? Burp."
"No," Carter Shiley said.
"But I've fallen off a horse before, and I think falling off a motorcycle would feel about the same."
Johnny waved his hands repeatedly: "Impossible. I doubt you have ever ridden a motorcycle. It is definitely more exciting than riding a horse...and I am a stunt driver. I have flown over six helicopters on a motorcycle."
"I still remember my first performance accident. I hit the wall at a speed of hundreds of kilometers. I still remember the shape of the bricks on the wall. When the impact happened, I even heard the sound of my own scalp being torn apart and my skull cracking. , even the brain is hurting.”
After drinking the rest of the beer, Johnny continued: "At the time, I thought it was a hallucination, or even a dream. After all, I didn't even have a wound."
"Later I found out that my skull was indeed fractured in that accident, but the devil's power kept me alive."
Carter Shirey nodded: "I know that feeling. The power of the devil will make the knight's body as hard to destroy as fire, but it will not relieve any pain."
Johnny shook the little beer remaining at the bottom of the glass, sighed, and went back to reminiscing about the past.
When he was a teenager, in order to save his dying father, he sold his soul to Mephisto, the demon king from hell, but he never thought that this was a scam.
After he sold his soul, his father's terminal illness was miraculously cured, but he died unexpectedly during a performance the next day.
He didn't believe it was a pure accident. The greater possibility was that he was deceived by a cunning demon, but he had no choice. Even if he was reasonable, he would be at a disadvantage. The demon only promised to cure cancer, but did not guarantee his father's long life. 100 years old.
From then on, Johnny inherited his father's business, shouldered the devil's contract, and became an "indestructible knight." This brought him honor, but also brought him trouble and confusion.
"Ding dong ding dong." The phone rang.
Roxanne.
Looking at the name on the caller ID, Johnny suddenly became more awake and quickly answered: "Rosanne, me"
However, the voice on the other end of the phone was not her Roxanne, but a sinister male voice.
This voice sounded like a vampire in an opera, and it was so cold and distorted: "Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze, your girlfriend is with me now. If you don't want to lose her, you'd better take that with you." Please come to Santa Fangansa to find me."
"Let your girlfriend say something." Black Heart said, and then Roseanne's voice came from the phone, "Johnny"
Her voice stopped suddenly, followed by another black-hearted voice: "Bring the contract of Saint Fangansa and come to me, now."
After hanging up the phone, Johnny couldn't help but hold the phone tightly and gritted his teeth angrily: "Damn it!"
"What are you going to do?" Carter Shirey asked calmly, "I have given you the contract, and now you are its guardian."
Johnny said nothing, his eyes flickered, uncertain.
He has always been deeply in love with Roxanne, and since he was the one who left Roxanne on his own initiative, he has always felt guilty and wanted to get back this relationship more than once, but the curse of the Ghost Rider made it difficult for him to do so.
He wanted to rescue Luo Shan, but this obviously failed the old man's trust and expectations.
After all, Carter Shirey communicated with him without reservation, clarified his doubts, and handed him the St. Fangansa contract that would protect him for his whole life.
Carter Shirey saw Johnny's entanglement and did not embarrass him: "I am already a dying old man. I can't do anything. It's all up to you. Any decision you make will not be worse."
Johnny lowered his head and said after a while: "Sorry, Carter... I can't lose Roxanne."
Carter Shirey was not surprised: "Then go ahead and do your best to avoid the worst outcome."
"Thank you." Johnny breathed out and immediately got up and left.
"Wait a minute." Carter Shirey suddenly stopped him, stood up and said, "I'll give you a ride."
Johnny nodded, and the two of them immediately went out, each got on a car, a motorcycle, and a horse, and headed straight to the village of St. Fangansa in the dark night.
Fiery flames surged from the two men's bodies, turning them into ghostly faces of flaming skulls, like knights driving out of hell.
These flames spread to the motorcycles and horses beneath them in an instant, causing them to burn blazingly as well, leaving a trail of blazing trails in the dark night.
Not long after setting off, Johnny was surprised to find that Carter Shirey's horse was no slower than his motorcycle.
Feeling his gaze, Carter Shirey smiled slightly.
Of course, only Johnny could detect this smile. To ordinary people, it was just the flame on the skull shaking slightly.
Finally, they galloped all the way and arrived at their destination, the village of Santa Fangansa, just before dawn.
Looking from a distance, a desolate ruin can be vaguely seen in the night.
"That's St. Fangansa." The old man's voice sounded a little complicated.
"Saint Fangansa was a peaceful place until the gates of hell led here and the gates of heaven also led here, making it the burial place of demons and angels..."
Johnny remained silent and looked down at the St. Fangansa Contract in his hand.
"My power has been exhausted." The flames faded from Carter Shirey, and he took out an ancient flintlock gun and handed it to Johnny.
