The Great Demon King

Chapter 29 Ghost Rider
Bear Mountain is located 60 kilometers north of downtown New York, on the upper reaches of the Hudson River, and is one of the most beautiful scenic spots in New York.

This season is at the turn of spring and summer, the vegetation is lush, and the sun sets, and the forests all over the mountain are dyed golden green.

In the evening, tourists descended one after another, and the forest gradually became quiet, except for the occasional chirping of insects.

On a tall oak tree on the top of the mountain, Councilor Hobbio was firmly tied to the trunk, with his head hanging down, as if he had passed out.

Indeed, he was dragged into the ground by Qian Song two hours ago with the earth escape technique, and he fell into a coma within a few seconds.

With the protection of the Qiansong demon law, he cannot be crushed by the pressure of the soil layer, nor will he suffocate, it is just because he has experienced a "supernatural" event that he has never seen in his entire life today, and the mental pressure is too great. Crazy, Qian Song's earth escape technique is just the last straw to break his fragile nerves.

Why did Qian Song bring him here?

One is on the way, this is exactly the midpoint between the abandoned steel factory and downtown New York;

The second is that the terrain here is high enough, and there are few people at night, so it should be easier to attract the guy on the other end of the chain on Hobio.

That's right, Qian Song is fishing, and the bait is Hobbio.

In fact, the big fish had already set his sights on this bait, and Qian Song just found him a more convenient and comfortable "eating" place.

Qian Song sat on the branch of another big tree not far away and waited. When he got impatient, he took out his mobile phone to play - this mobile phone did not belong to him, it belonged to the councilor, and he just used the fingerprint of the councilor unlocked.

In his previous life, Qian Song was also considered a half-two-dimensional fan. He was an anime fan and had no particular preference.

In other words, he also reads Japanese comics, Hong Kong comics, American comics, and Chinese comics.

Being bored, he searched the Internet, saying that he has not been on the Internet for so long since he came to this world.

Well, the animation culture in this world is also quite developed. Almost all countries have their own animation culture, which can be regarded as a hundred flowers blooming.

Qian Song browsed for a long time, but he didn't see any familiar anime. The animation culture here is so different from Qian Song's previous life on Earth that it has almost nothing to do with it.

Until he switched to the eighth website, on the cover recommendation of the homepage of the website, a character Qian Song was very familiar with—Superman appeared.

DC Comics is also a well-known original animation and publishing company in the United States in this world. It is not the leader, but it is quite popular.

Qian Song continued to browse some information about DC comics in this world. The analysis of its works that can be serialized hotly on the Internet is that the style of DC’s superhero series is very similar to the superheroes in the real world, which can be regarded as real world. similar works.

Seeing this, Qian Song smiled knowingly. People in this world may not have thought that the universe and time and space they live in, from the perspective of other worlds, is the same as DC, which is composed of comics and movies. fantasy world.

The time of swiping the phone always flies quickly. Qian Song downloaded a movie and was watching the critical moment of Superman vs. Batman. Just as Clark said "my mother is Martha", Qian Song heard a motorbike. The roar of the car "beep beep", from far to near.

Looking up, in the distance, the shadow of a flame is like a shooting star, dragging a long "tail", rushing towards this side along the mountain road.

Here comes the big fish that Qian Song was waiting for.

On the canopy tens of meters behind Qian Song, a black cat stared at the approaching flame motorcycle, narrowed its eyes, and muttered in its heart: "The guy who came this time seems to be very strong, can Xiao Qianqian handle it?" ?”

Yes, the Yuan Devouring Beast followed again.

During the day, it watched the battles between Qian Song and Magneto and others. In its eyes, although Qian Song's style of play was a bit wretched, as long as he won, he would be handsome in one word.

"chug chug... chug chug"

The flame motorcycle drove to the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye, and stopped in front of the big tree where Hobio was.

The Ghost Rider got off the Flame Chariot, not in a hurry to make the next move.

He was not a fool, seeing that Hobio was tied up, he immediately guessed that someone deliberately lured him over.

Orange flames burst out from the eye sockets of Ghost Rider's huge skull, and then he looked around. Within a radius of one kilometer, all creatures with souls, their beating soul fires, could not escape the detection of his hell eyes.

However, except for some small animals and Hobio in front of him, he didn't see anyone's soul fire.

The experienced Ghost Rider immediately raised his head and scanned the sky. There was nothing in the sky, and then he bent down to observe the situation underground... There are some underground, but they are all the faint souls of dead animals and a passing ghost. or not.

The black chains wrapped around Ghost Rider's body ignited blue flames. Under his control, he arrested the passing ghost underground in the blink of an eye, and forced the half-headed ghost to look at him. .

The ghost glanced at it, then let out a terrified howl, and was wrapped in a mass of red flames and dissipated.

This is Ghost Rider's signature skill—the eyes of judgment. As long as you have done a lot of evil in your life, these eyes can burn your soul, drag your soul out alive, and send it to hell.

Poor Hobio is actually awake, and he's still pretending to be dizzy, but his lips are trembling enough to sing B-box, even a fool can see he's faking it.

Under the roar of the flaming chariot and the heat wave brought by the flames on the Ghost Rider, he had already woken up. Even when the Ghost Rider was dealing with the undead just now, he sneaked a glance and then peed.

I just bought brand-name suit pants that were less than two days old, and they were completely soaked.

"Lift up your head and look into my eyes!" Ghost Rider's hoarse and deep voice came, and Hobio burst into tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

After the collapse, he burst into tears, and the Ghost Rider shook his head. He had seen too many sinners like this. The next step should be to beg for mercy.

"Why! Why! Why me? You... Why don't you go to my bosses? Every one of them is more damned than me... You go, you go to Jin Bin... Why me? Why?" Hobio burst into tears, and shouted as he stared at the Ghost Rider distortedly.

This time it's not begging for mercy, but using anger to cover up fear.

"If you want to know the reason, just look into my eyes!" Chains and flames flew around the ghost knight's body.

He was still guarding against the lurking person, and he felt that the other party should take action when he tried the congressman.

"I won't watch!" Hobio closed his eyes tightly, full of desire to survive.

　Ask for recommendation, ask for collection
　　


(End of this chapter)