Dressed in a face-covered sari, Shuba Mirza walks through the alleys of the messy houses of Mumbai's Dahavi slums, surrounded by piles of construction waste and chunks of plastic, and the alleys are littered with recycled scrap and household garbage, emitting a strong rancid stench, and men squatting on the rooftops and corridors of the houses on either side to bask in the sun.

Seeing Xiuba walking by, his eyes were sneakily staring at Xiuba's beautiful figure.

Under the gaudy and cheap sari, the looming body curves are moving, but it is difficult for these carried away men to observe the more detailed details of the beautiful body - the streamlined muscles, the waistcoat line on the abdomen and the smooth but resilient muscle lines on the arms.

These lazy and disgusting Indian men may not be able to carry this toned body with a punch at will.

Shuba turned a blind eye to the stares on either side, and according to her contract with Mephitos, she sent hundreds of sinners' souls to hell every year - this is not a difficult job in India, and in fact, after she moved to the slums, she had to worry about whether taking too many souls with her would increase Mephitos's strength.

Shuba is a ghost rider, and all ghost riders don't want Mephitos to be too powerful.

She once lived in the mountains of northern India, where there were deserted mountain villages where no outsiders had been seen for years, and her biggest trouble was dealing with the locals, and she was even able to feed her pet war elephants herself.

And when she needs to deal with Mephitos, all she has to do is take a trip to big cities like Mumbai and Bangalore!

Unlike his European and East Asian counterparts, India's Xiuba never had to worry about performance, and India was a country that lacked everything but temples and sinners.

Through the Eye of Judgment, you can see that the man is burdened with countless sins, and the flame of anger that never goes out burns in his heart, and under the calm appearance, he is almost an angry god, the most powerful and sinful sinner he has ever seen, and he wants to calm the flames of anger in his heart by contemplating the teachings handed down by the Buddha.

When Xiuba saw him, she thought, "If you bring such a soul to Mephitos, you may be free forever and get rid of the curse!" ”

But she still didn't do it, firstly because she felt that if she did it, she would be easily torn apart by the demon in that man's heart, and secondly, because although the man was deeply sinful, she could feel that he couldn't help himself and still yearned for kindness and peace.

Doing something to such a person is not in line with the tradition of Ghost Riders.

As Xiuba swayed her waist and stretched her body easily, she walked into a more remote alley, she was soon followed by a few sneaky figures, Ah San was different in this regard, even if it was a bully of weak women, they also liked to be in a group of people, cowardice and lust were almost carved into their bones.

As Xiuba slowly walked into her makeshift home, a shack made of planks and plastic sheeting, built on a beach near the sea, the wind blowing away the rancid smell of the slums...... Even if she is Indian, Shuba is still a woman, she can endure the rudiments - in fact, the ascetic Xiuba can not care about these things, only live in her own spiritual world, but if she can stay away from the stench, she should try to stay away from it.

The men who followed behind in the alley scolded and chattered, and their mouths were not clean, and the figures of the two men appeared opposite Xiuba, and they surrounded the end of the alley. The men slowly approached with disgusting dirty smiles, as if they wanted to appreciate Xiuba's panic of fear, but unexpectedly, Xiuba did not react at all.

She stared at them indifferently, which made the Indian men even more irritated and tyrannical, and they began to curse, and the noisy Hindi swore dirty.

These dark-skinned, thin and dirty men rushed forward impatiently, ready to grab Xiuba's hair and press her to the ground, and ravaged her fiercely, Xiuba hit him in the stomach with one hand, and grabbed the throat of another man with the other hand like an iron hoop, the men were a little flustered, and the rest of the people hurriedly rushed over, wanting to rely on people to hold down the woman, but behind Xiuba, there was a squirming under the sari, and the man facing Xiuba suddenly saw that there were two slender, But the woman's hands, which have developed strong streamlined muscles, stretch out from Xiuba's back.

They hold small three-strand forks in one hand and bows and arrows in the other.

And there were two other hands on Xiuba's shoulders, grabbing two men, and the man who wanted to attack from behind saw Xiuba with four arms outstretched, and he collapsed to the ground in fright, and wailed: "O great Shiva! Forgive me! ”

Xiuba looked down at the two men in her hand, the two men she was holding in her hand struggled for a while, and then suddenly collapsed, the whole body seemed to suddenly lose its vitality, and her hands and feet hung weakly on the ground, Xiuba slowly turned around, and the other two men behind her peed their pants in horror, only to see Xiuba's skin turned blue, with a little gray, as if coated with a layer of pot bottom ash.

This is what Buddhism calls the Outer Way of Dusting!

An eye grew from her forehead, and her skull burned with hellfire, revealing the dark white of the bones on her half-charred face, and the eyes of the two men in her hands had been charred, and their eyeballs had turned into half-black, half-gray ashes, with a hint of the dark red of burning embers.

Xiuba said softly, "Look into my eyes!" ”

The two men who were so frightened and trembling subconsciously looked at Shuba's vertical eyes, and they saw in a trance that the world was burning with a huge flame, and the hellfire burned the whole world, and Lord Shiva was dancing in the flames, and Shiva's hair was scattered wildly with his dance, blending into and burning in the flames.

Lord Shiva holds a hellfire in his left hand and brings destruction to the world through his dance.

The burning world slowly extinguished, revealing the man's eyes that had become ashes...... His mouth was wide open, his expression was extremely frightened and frightened, his body was slightly dry, and he cried out before he died: "Shiva! You dance in the destruction of the world......" The voice still echoes in the middle of the alleys of the ghetto.

Shuba takes the form of a ghost knight, with four arms and three eyes, a three-strand fork on each arm, a bow and arrow, and a unique Indian Kanda sword, which is almost identical to the destruction of Lord Shiva. But Shiva is the god of creation and destruction, and there are often drums and conches symbolizing creation in his hands, and legend has it that the world was born in the sound of the drum in Shiva's right hand and destroyed in the flame of his left hand, and Shiva created the world while destroying, so that the cycle of creation and destruction continued.

But in Xiuba's hands, there is no drum that symbolizes creation!

Ghost Rider is a form in which the vengeful spirit of angels coexists with humans, and the spirit of angels is born from the plague.

Therefore, the evil ghost rider has the potential to be infected by memes, which makes the power of the evil ghost rider unfold in the face of myths and legends that conform to various civilizations in the world. The Eye of Judgment is a Shiva dance with Indian characteristics.

Xiuba returned to the hut where she lived, she quickly packed her luggage and walked out of the door of the hut, and an elephant miraculously walked out of the small hut and slowly walked forward under the guidance of Xiuba......

A man led an elephant, strolling on the seaside, in the dusk the elephant's body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, the gold reflected on the sea surface was shaking, as if the flames were burning, the war elephant burning with hellfire knelt down, pulled Xiuba with his nose, and humped her up, in the sunset, the war elephant strode wildly, and the hellfire on his body burned into a circle of fire, opening the door that had always been unknown.

This is the Ghost Rider who opens the door to the dimension of Hell with the help of Hellfire, and shuttles through different times and spaces with the help of the power of Hell.

Xiuba reappeared to be surprised to find that she had not come to Wakanda in Africa.

Instead, it appeared in a huge glass cylinder, surrounded by white coats and uniformed personnel running back and forth, and the white coats shouted, "The coordinates of space guidance are correct...... The target has been contained to a collection point! ”

"Unraveling the space blockade of the Indian subcontinent...... Unravel the suppression of information on Mephitos! ”

"The target, Indian Ghost Knight Shuba, has been contained!"

This glass cylinder is located in a huge laboratory, and this laboratory full of transparent containment tanks, Xiuba saw her acquaintance Bian Xiong not far away explaining something to the white coat: "I have no intention of obeying Mephitos's orders, I went to Wakanda just to secretly sabotage Mephitos's plan!" ”

Not far away, a Ghost Rider dressed as an Native American and a staff member were observing each other through the transparent cell.

A black ghost rider looked like he had been locked up for a short time, calmly feeding the skeletal vultures on his shoulders, and a skeleton horse beside him was uneasy with its hooves.

Farther away, in a huge cube several times larger than the transparent cylinder that Xiuba was staying in, there was an old World War I biplane, and his pilot, the Evil Flyer, was carefully maintaining his mount.

At the farthest distance, at the edge of the lab, there was a battleship docked in a small dock in the 'prison', where the cube was larger and occupied half of the lab. The entire lab is even larger than the Empire State Building, and it's located in a circular base suspended in outer space - this is the Divine Spear Bureau Ring Base!