Dressed in a sari with a face mask, Shuba Mirza walked through the alleys between the messy houses in Mumbai's Dahavi slums. Construction waste and large pieces of plastic were piled up next to her. The alleys were filled with recycled waste and household waste, giving off a strong rancid smell. Men were squatting on the rooftops and corridors on both sides of the street, basking in the sun.
When they saw Shuba walk by, they all stared furtively at her beautiful figure.
Under the gaudy and cheap sari, her figure was faintly discernible, but it was difficult for these men, who were blinded by desire, to carefully observe the more detailed details of her beautiful figure — the streamlined muscles, the waistline of her abdomen, and the smooth but firm lines of her muscles on her arms.
These lazy and disgusting Indian men might not be able to withstand a casual punch from this fit and beautiful body.
Shuba ignored the stares on both sides. According to the contract she signed with Mephitos, she had to send the souls of hundreds of sinners to hell every year — not a difficult job in India. In fact, after she moved to the slums, she had to worry about bringing too many souls with her, as it would strengthen Mephitos.
Shuba was a Ghost Rider, and no Ghost Rider wanted Mephitos to be too powerful.
Shuba used to live in the mountains of northern India, where there were remote mountain villages where no outsiders could be seen for years. The biggest trouble she had living in such remote mountain villages was dealing with the locals. She could even raise her own pet war elephant. In northern areas where Buddhism still retained its influence, Shuba could lead the elephant and stroll through the bodhi forest, passing by the ancient temples.
And when she needed to deal with Mephitos, she just had to go to big cities like Mumbai or Bangalore!
Unlike her European and East Asian counterparts, Shuba never had to worry about her performance. India had once lacked everything, but it had no shortage of temples or sinners.
Xiu Ba once met a man in Bodhiyana who came to the Holy Land with a wheelchair-bound master. Through the Trial's Eye, she could see that the man was burdened with countless sins, and his heart was burning with an inextinguishable flame of anger. Under his calm appearance, he was almost like a furious god. He was the most powerful and sinful sinner Xiu Ba had ever seen. He wanted to calm the flame of anger deep in his heart by comprehending the principles passed down by Buddha.
When Xiuba saw him, she had once thought, If I bring such a soul to Mephistos, I might be able to be free forever and be free from the curse!
However, she did not make a move. Firstly, she felt that if she made a move, she would be easily torn apart by the demon in that man's heart. Secondly, although that man was sinful, she could feel that he had no choice but to yearn for kindness and peace.
It wasn't Ghost Rider's tradition to attack such a person.
As Xiuba swayed her hips and relaxed her body, she walked into an even more secluded alley. She was quickly followed by a few sneaky figures. The Hindustanis were different in this aspect. Even when it came to bullying weak women, they liked to do it in a group. Cowardice and putting on a brave front were practically ingrained in their bones.
As Xiuba slowly walked into her temporary residence, if it could still be called a residence, it was a shack made of wooden boards and plastic film. It was built on the beach next to the sea, where the sea breeze could blow away the rancid smell of the slums. Even if she was Indian, Xiuba was still a woman, and she could tolerate simple conditions. In fact, after going through ascetic cultivation, Xiuba did not care about these things and only lived in her own spiritual world. But if she could stay away from the stench, she would do her best.
The men behind her in the alley cursed and cursed as they surrounded her. Two men appeared in front of Xiuba, and they surrounded both ends of the alley. With disgusting, dirty smiles on their faces, the men slowly approached. They seemed to want to enjoy Xiuba's fear and panic, but to their surprise, Xiuba did not react at all.
She stared at them indifferently, which made the Indian men even more angry and violent. They began to curse and swear in noisy Hindi.
These dark-skinned, skinny, and dirty men impatiently rushed forward, ready to grab Xiuba's hair and push her to the ground to ruthlessly ravage her. However, Xiuba used one hand to fiercely hit him in the stomach, while the other hand smoothly grabbed another man's throat like an iron hoop. The men were somewhat flustered, and the rest of them hurriedly rushed over, wanting to rely on their numbers to hold the woman down. However, behind Xiuba, under the sari, there was a squirming movement. The men facing Xiuba suddenly saw two slender, yet well-trained, streamlined hands of a woman stretching out from behind Xiuba.
One of them was holding a trident, and the other was holding a bow and arrow.
There were also two more hands on Xiuba's shoulders, grabbing two men. When the men who wanted to attack from behind saw Xiuba's four arms, they were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground and wailed, "Great Shiva! Forgive me! "
Xiuba looked down at the two men in her hands. The two men struggled for a while before suddenly collapsing to the ground. It was as if their bodies had suddenly lost their vitality, and their hands and feet hung powerlessly on the ground. Xiuba slowly turned her head, and the other two men behind her peed in their pants in fright. They saw that Xiuba's skin had turned blue with a bit of ash, as if she had been smeared with a layer of pot ash.
This was what Buddhism called the Outer Path of Smearing Ash!
An eye grew out of her forehead, and her head burned with hellfire. Her half-burnt face revealed traces of the deep white color of bones. The eyes of the two men in her hands had already been burnt into charcoal, and the eyeballs had turned into ashes that were half black and half gray, with traces of the dark red of burning embers.
Xiuba said softly, "Look at my eyes!"
The two men, who were scared out of their wits and trembling with fear, subconsciously looked at Xiuba's vertical eye. In their daze, they saw the world burning with a huge flame. The hellfire burned the entire world, and Shiva danced in the flames. Shiva's hair fluttered wildly as he danced, fusing with the burning flames.
God Shiva held a hellfire in his left hand, and through his dance, he brought destruction to the world.
The burning world slowly extinguished, revealing the man's eyes that had already turned to ash … His mouth was wide open, and his expression was one of extreme horror and fear. His corpse was slightly shriveled, and he screamed before his death, "Shiva! You dance in the destruction of the world … "His voice echoed in the alleys of the slums.
Xiuba turned into Ghost Rider, with four arms and three eyes, holding a trident, a bow, and a sword unique to India. This form was almost identical to Shiva's form of destruction. However, Shiva was the god of creation and destruction, and he often held a drum and conch that symbolized creation. Legend had it that the world was born from the drum in Shiva's right hand and destroyed by the flames in his left hand. As Shiva destroyed, he created the world, creating an endless cycle of creation and destruction.
However, Xiuba did not have a drum that symbolized creation!
Ghost Rider was an angel's spirit of vengeance that coexisted with humans, and the spirit of angels was born from plagues.
Therefore, Ghost Rider had the potential to be infected by memes, which allowed Ghost Rider's power to be displayed in accordance with the myths and legends of various civilizations in the world. The Japanese Ghost Rider Bian Xiong's Trial's Eye would appear as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, while the Tibetan Ghost Rider's Trial's Eye was called the Angry Stare of a Thousand Buddhas. Xiuba's Trial's Eye was Shiva's dance with Indian characteristics.
Xiuba returned to the shack she lived in, quickly packed her luggage, and walked out of the shack. Miraculously, an elephant walked out of the narrow shack and slowly moved forward under Xiuba's lead …
A person strolled along the beach with an elephant in tow. In the dusk, the elephant's body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold. The gold reflected off the surface of the sea swayed as if it was burning. The war elephant, burning with hellfire, knelt down and used its trunk to guide Xiuba, carrying her on its back. Under the setting sun, the war elephant took large strides, the hellfire on its body burning into a ring of fire, opening a door that had always been unknown.
This was a door that Ghost Rider had opened to the dimension of Hell with the help of hellfire, using the power of Hell to travel through different times and spaces.
When Xiuba reappeared, she was surprised to find that she had not come to Africa's Wakanda.
Instead, she appeared in a huge glass cylinder, surrounded by people in white coats and uniforms running back and forth. The people in white coats shouted, "Space guidance coordinates correct … The target has been taken to the collection point!"
"Unlock the space lock on the Indian subcontinent … Unlock the information suppression on Mephithos!"
"The target, Indian Ghost Rider Xiuba, has been taken in!"
This glass cylinder was located in a huge laboratory, and this laboratory was full of transparent containment tanks. Xiuba saw an acquaintance, Bian Xiong, not far from her, explaining something to the people in white coats. "I have no intention of obeying Mephithos' orders. I only went to Wakanda to secretly ruin Mephithos' plan!"
Not far away, there was a Ghost Rider dressed as a native Indian and a staff member looking at each other through the transparent cell.
A black Ghost Rider, who looked like he had not been locked up for long, was calmly feeding the bone vulture on his shoulder. Next to him, a skeleton horse was uneasily digging its hooves.
Further away, in a huge cube several times the size of the transparent cylinder Xiuba was in, there was actually an old biplane from the First World War. Its pilot, the Ghost Rider, was carefully maintaining its mount.
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