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Ghost Rider strode into the unguarded repair shop with an air of indifference.

Standing at the workshop entrance, he glanced at the night watchman who had been killed and whose soul had been consumed.

Judging from his loose-fitting clothes and dark skin lying on the ground, this guy must love donuts, otherwise he wouldn't be so fat.

Standing still, intending to find some clues on the corpse to locate the location of the Witchheart Demon, the Vengeful Spirit suddenly turned around warily to look behind him.

Unfortunately it was too late.

A figure, mixed with some pebbles, crashed into him like a gust of wind.

They directly dragged the Spirit of Vengeance into the workshop, half-crashing and half-carrying it.

"Wow~"

Amidst the clanging of iron chains.

The spirit of vengeance was hung on chains.

It was as if he had hanged himself from a tree in the southeast.

Meanwhile, the Wind Demon, who had adorned himself with the Spirit of Vengeance, had reappeared beside the Witch Demon at some point, hands in his pockets, wearing only a trench coat, standing there with his heart laid bare.

His cold eyes glanced disdainfully at the vengeful spirit, whose hellfire had been extinguished, then looked at the witch heart demon, as if to say: Your father's knight? Is that all?

The Demon Lord also sneered as he looked at the Spirit of Vengeance hanging on the iron chains. He still felt that something was not right. Was his father's Ghost Rider so easy to deal with?

This is way too fake!

The vengeful spirit, hanging precariously on chains, suddenly burst into flames.

He reached out and broke the iron chain that was strangling his neck.

The entire skeleton landed lightly on the ground.

Wu Xinmo revealed a confident expression, 'I knew it!'

Watching the vengeful spirit approach step by step, swinging its chains as it went.

The three demons stood motionless, seemingly intimidated by the aura emanating from the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Spirit of Vengeance strode out of the repair shop with a powerful stride.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He didn't know when, but the wet water demon beside Wu Xinmo had disappeared and appeared in the puddle, grabbing his leg.

The Spirit of Vengeance was just about to use Hellfire to burn the guy who was holding him back to ashes.

Let's not waste a little time.

The earth demon was driving a large vehicle, his face showing extreme excitement and exaggeration, like a staff member of the Transmigrator Reincarnation Association who had just started working and was determined to leave his clients with no way out.

The Spirit of Vengeance was directly launched into the air.

A dull collision sounded.

"Oh~" Wu Xinmo pretended not to be able to bear watching and turned his head away.

The earth demon arrogantly stepped off the cart, swaying with each step, and said, "See that? This is the power of technology. What are vengeful spirits and demon knights!"

"Crunch~ Crunch!"

Hearing the noise behind him, the Earth Demon turned around in disbelief.

The Spirit of Vengeance strode out, melting the car body with hellfire. The cracks in his body healed rapidly in the raging hellfire, and the iron chains in his hands danced like serpents.

Seeing the Earth Demon turn to him, the Spirit of Vengeance immediately thanked him with a chain.

The earth demon, sent flying by the slap, finally witnessed the power of the Spirit of Vengeance, his face ripped open by the blow.

The earth demon, who was trying to escape using earth magic, had its legs bound by chains.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

The hellfire spreading along the chains prevented him from using his abilities.

Earth Demon gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and was about to put aside his pride and ask Witch Heart Demon and the others for help.

"Help, help..."

The earth demon, who had just decided to cry for help, stared blankly at the original location of the witch heart demon and the others.

Wu Xinmo and his group immediately fled.

They didn't even exchange a polite word.

Tu Mo felt a chill run down his spine. They'd agreed to debut as a group together, but why is it that whenever something happens, I'm always the one who has to step up? If I can't handle it, I just run away. At least issuing a statement of support would have been better!

"Hehehehe~"

The Spirit of Vengeance let out a laugh that was difficult to decipher.

The monotonous laughter seemed to mock the earth demon for being abandoned.

The chains wrapped around the earth demon's legs were like a python, quickly binding and constricting it tightly.

The earth demon, entangled in blue silver, emitted reddish-brown patterns reminiscent of those found in a high-temperature kiln. With a pull from the Spirit of Vengeance, it shattered into a pile of small stones.

With the Earth Demon's defeat, the Spirit of Vengeance also lost track of the Witchheart Demon.

The vengeful spirit, mounted on the Ghost Chariot, begins anew.

Through the perception between the spirits of vengeance.

They quickly headed towards the mysterious cemetery.

During this period, he also helped Murphytos achieve some results.

With the eye of judgment, he sent several robbers who had been robbing people on the road at night to hell.

The sun gradually rose at this time.

The cheat for Vengeful Spirit will also expire.

Johnny begins to replace the Spirit of Vengeance.

Johnny's first transformation was completely entrusted to the Spirit of Vengeance. He couldn't transform as easily as the previous Ghost Rider; everything was guided by his own will.

Johnny's flesh was covered again, and the pain of being burned by hellfire continued to pierce his soul.

As the sun rose, Johnny walked slowly through the cemetery.

It seemed like destiny had ordained it.

Johnny still collapsed in front of his father's grave.

An old man wearing a cowboy hat, carrying a shovel, stood beside Johnny, who was too weak to stand up.

"I reckon you're just a dead man's bone!"

"Cough, tui!"

Johnny barely managed to open his eyes to look at the old man bathed in the morning sun, but eventually succumbed to his weakness and fainted.

Although Ghost Rider's power source is the Spirit of Vengeance and the hellfire it carries.

However, the host's physical strength is also crucial for maintaining health.

Johnny awoke from his coma.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, the unfamiliar room, and the bed filled with other people's smells.

If this happened to a reader, they would surely sit up in shock on their deathbed and ask themselves, "Did I time travel? Wow!" Then they would laugh loudly and go out, declaring, "I'm going to dye this thing yellow!"

Johnny, who had never read a time-travel novel, didn't have time to think it through; his throat was as dry as that of a charming woman in her forties who was feeling resentful.

After sitting up in bed, I started looking for water.

Unexpectedly, there were already seven or eight full bottles of water on the bedside table.

It was as if we had known each other all along.

Johnny didn't think much of it and finished the drink.

Only then did he recover and take in the surrounding environment.

The ever-burning white candles, the angel pattern on the glass window above the bed, all contribute to a strong religious atmosphere.

Without much thought, I knew I was in a church.

However, the most urgent thing now is to find the young man I met last night, because only he can solve my problem.

Johnny knew perfectly well that what happened last night was no dream. He hadn't worn burlap or done anything inappropriate. He had remained chaste since parting ways with his childhood sweetheart, and of course, Morpheus had played a part in that.

He rarely even touches alcohol.

Moreover, there was a faint burning sensation in my body; if this were a dream, I would have been awake long ago.

Chapter 131

Johnny sat on the edge of the bed for a while before dragging his tired body outside.

The exhaustion left him extremely thirsty.

It would be best to see if you could find the old cowboy you were with before you passed out and get some food.

And outside.

Carter Slay leaned on his shovel, occasionally pulling out a worn-out pocket watch; the old second hand was still turning.

Looking at the tombstone in front of me with my name on it.

He put away his pocket watch only when he saw Johnny wake up and stand at the door.

The two slowly approached each other and stood in front of each other.

Johnny sized up the old man in front of him. He had short, gray hair, wore an old cowboy hat, and his clothes looked like they were from many years ago. His once white long shirt had been washed pale yellow by time.

'Let's not bother him.'

Johnny thought to himself.

Carter Slade spoke first, "Are you alright?"

“Yes, I’m fine,” Johnny replied. “Although I feel like I’m on fire all over, thank you for the water.”