In the cabin, Johnny Blazer was drinking sullen wine, and across from him sat a white-haired old man with a beard, looking unkempt and vicissitudes.

The two seem to have just talked about life, and there is not much beer left in the glass, and there is not much left to talk about.

After a while, Johnny found the topic again, burping and waving his hand in a motion that seemed to be turning the language organization machine: "Carter, have you ever fallen off the motorcycle?" Belch. ”

"Nope." Carter Shray said.

"But I've ever fallen off a horse, and I think falling off a motorcycle should feel about the same."

Johnny waved his hand repeatedly: "Impossible, I suspect you may not have ridden a motorcycle, it is definitely much more exciting than riding a horse...... And I'm a stunt driver, and I've jumped over six helicopters on a motorcycle. ”

"I still remember the first performance accident, I hit the wall at a speed of more than 100 kilometers, the shape of the bricks on the wall I still remember vividly, when the impact happened, I even heard the sound of my scalp tearing, skull cracking, even the brain was in pain."

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. ”

"I later learned that my skull did break in that accident, but the power of the devil kept me alive."

Carter Slay nodded: "I know the feeling, the power of the demon will make the knight's body as indestructible as flames, but it will not relieve any pain. ”

Johnny shook off the little beer that remained at the bottom of his glass, sighed, and returned to his memories of the past.

When he was a teenager, he sold his soul to Mephisto, a demon king from hell, in order to save his father, who was critically ill, but he never thought it was a scam.

After he sold his soul, his father's terminal illness was indeed miraculously cured, but he died unexpectedly in a performance the next day.

He didn't believe it was a pure accident, it was more likely that he had been deceived by a cunning demon, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he reasoned, he suffered, and the demon only promised to cure the cancer, but did not guarantee that his father would live a long life.

Since then, Johnny has inherited his father's business, and has also been saddled with a demonic contract to become a "knight who can't die", which brings him honor, but also brings him trouble and confusion.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong." The phone rings.

Roshan.

Looking at the name on the caller ID, Johnny was excited, instantly sobered up a lot, and hurriedly answered: "Roshan, I-"

However, the voice on the other end of the phone was not her Roshan, but an eerie male voice.

The voice sounded like a vampire from an opera, and Sen was a little distorted: "Ghost Rider, Johnny Blazer, your girlfriend is here with me now." If you don't want to lose her, you'd better come to St. Van Gonza with that deed to find me. ”

"Black Heart!" Johnny's expression changed dramatically.

"Let your girlfriend have a word." Blackheart said, and then Roshan's voice came over the phone, "Johnny—"

Her voice stopped abruptly, followed by a black-hearted voice: "Take the Covenant of St. Van Gonza and come to me, now." ”

The phone hung up, Johnny couldn't help but clench the phone, gritted his teeth angrily, and said, "Damn! ”

"What are you going to do?" Carter Slay asked calmly, "I have given you the contract, and now you are its guardian." ”

Johnny was silent, his eyes flickering, cloudy.

He has always loved Roseanne deeply, and since he left Roseanne on his own initiative, he has always felt guilty and tried to recover this relationship more than once, but the curse of the Evil Ghost Rider on his back made it difficult for him to do so.

He wants to save Roshan, but this obviously betrays the old man's trust and expectations.

After all, Carter Shray communicated with him without reservation, solved his doubts, and handed him the Saint Van Gonza contract that guarded him all his life.

Carter Slay saw Johnny's entanglement and didn't embarrass him: "I'm already an old man in my last years, I can't do anything, it's up to you to decide." None of your decisions can be worse. ”

Johnny lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Carter...... I can't afford to lose Roxanne. ”

Carter Slay was not surprised: "Then go ahead, do your best, and preferably avoid the worst." ”

"Thank you." Johnny exhaled and was about to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute." Carter Slay suddenly stopped him, got up and said, "I'll give you a ride." ”

Johnny nodded, and the two of them went out, each riding a motorcycle, a motorcycle, and a horse, and headed straight for the village of St. Van Gonza in the dark night.

Blazing flames poured out of the two of them, transforming them into ghostly faces of flaming skeletons, like knights sailing out of hell.

The flames spread to the bikes and horses beneath them, causing them to burn as brightly, leaving a trail of blazing heat in the night.

Soon after setting off, Johnny was surprised to find that Carter Slay's horse was no slower than his motorcycle.

Feeling his gaze, Carter Slay smiled slightly.

Of course, this smile was only perceptible to Johnny, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was nothing more than the flame on the skull's head shaking slightly.

Finally, they galloped all the way to their destination, the village of St. Van Gonza just as dawn was approaching.

From afar, a barren ruin looms in the night.

"That's St. Vangonza." The old man's voice sounded a little complicated.

"St. Van Gonza was a peaceful place until the gates of hell led to it, and the gates of heaven led to it, making it a place for the bones of demons and angels......"

Johnny was silent, looking down at the St. Van Gonza contract in his hand.

"I'm running out of power." The flames faded from Carter Shray's body, and he pulled out an old flintlock pistol and handed it to Johnny.

"There's only one last bullet in there, go ahead."