On the other side, Carter Slade didn't urge the black horse under him to stroll back.
The Ghost Rider ability in his body could no longer support his transformation, but the old man under him had much better stamina than he did, so it could still take him back to the cemetery.
After that, he would wait quietly in the chapel in the cemetery for the day he would be completely liberated.
He didn't know when exactly it would be, but he would feel it the moment the time came.
As for whether Johnny could defeat Blackheart and prevent the San Venganza contract from falling into the devil's clutches, Carter Slade didn't care too much.
He had done everything he could. If he still failed, it could only be said that it was God's will.
Suddenly, the black horse stopped and neighed uneasily.
Looking at a person standing not far away, Carter Slade frowned and didn't say anything.
Luke looked at Carter Slade with a smile as he calculated in his mind.
This guy was a little old, but he was still Ghost Rider — alive!
Even if he couldn't transform anymore, he still wasn't an ordinary person.
Besides, this old guy had lived for more than 150 years. His understanding of Hell's demons and Mephisto wasn't something a young man in his thirties like Johnny could compare to.
Luke needed his knowledge.
"Let's make a deal, Carter Slade," he said.
Carter Slade's expression was calm. "I'm already dying. I won't make a deal with anyone."
Luke smiled. "I'm sorry, but you can't refuse this deal. Why don't you tell me everything you know about Hell and Mephisto? Otherwise, I'll have to trouble you. "
Carter Slade looked at him strangely. "You're not a demon?"
Of course, real demons didn't need him to obtain information about Hell. That was their home.
Luke gestured at the Big Dipper Armor on him. "Have you seen any demon who's so up-to-date?"
Carter Slade shook his head. "They're all old antiques. Your outfit is too … fancy."
Luke: This is called fashion, understand? You've lived for more than a hundred years, you're really outdated.
Cursing inwardly, he continued, "Can you tell me everything now?"
Carter Slade shook his head decisively. "No, even if you're not a demon, I refuse any deal. You can go now. "
Luke nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, that's great."
Carter: "Huh?"
A moment later, a series of hissing sounds reverberated in the air above the wilderness.
Looking at the two dumplings on the ground, one big and one small, Luke was slightly embarrassed.
Fortunately, the helmet covered his face, so he did not reveal his true emotions.
The little dumpling was, of course, Carter Slade, and the big dumpling was … the dark horse.
He had only been targeting Carter, but the black horse was very smart. When it saw him attack the old man, it kicked him.
He had no choice but to tie up this hot-tempered big fellow as well.
"Actually, I wanted to be more peaceful. After all, you're already so old." Even though he apologized, he didn't forget to check the system notification that he had just received.
System: You have defeated Carter Slade (Ghost Rider) and received a list of his abilities.
Carter Slade's abilities: Basic Firearms … Basic Theology, Basic Demonology, Hellfire (bestowed by an evil spirit, unlearnable), Penance Eye (bestowed by an angel, unlearnable).
Luke read the description of the Penance Eye with a strange expression.
Ghost Rider was something that Mephisto had created, but where did angels come from?
Although Carter had been tied up after Luke punched him, his expression remained calm and he didn't say a word.
After living in pain and repentance for more than a hundred years, he was already tired of it.
If this strange man really wanted to kill him, Carter would only thank him for freeing him.
It was only when he saw Luke tie up the black horse that he hesitated.
But he immediately realized that Luke had held back. The rope that had suddenly appeared only bound the black horse, and didn't hurt it.
He regained his composure.
After learning Basic Theology and Basic Demonology, Luke hesitated for a moment before he finally took out two syringes.
There was only ten milliliters of ruby-red liquid in each syringe.
He said, "Although you're unwilling to trade, I don't like to take advantage of others. Consider this your reward."
As he spoke, he gave Carter and the black horse a shot in the butt.
A moment later, Carter, who had been indifferent, suddenly had a strange expression on his face.
Luke untied the rope that bound the man and the horse. "Alright, the deal is done. Help yourselves."
Carter slowly stood up and sensed the strange changes in his body. He had mixed feelings.
Watching Luke jog toward San Venganza, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you inject me with?"
"I don't know." Luke's voice rang out from afar. "I was just giving it a try. It might let you live for a few more years."
Carter was lost for words. So, I'm just a test subject?
At that moment, Luke praised himself inwardly for his wits.
The thing that he had injected into Carter and the black horse was the spoils of war he had gotten from saving Robert and Catherine on the cruise ship — the unknown ruby-red liquid.
The eight milk buckets he had snatched back then hadn't all contained this unknown liquid.
Two of them had been thrown out as bait. One of them was really just milk, and the other had been licked clean by the mutant octopus.
Of the remaining six buckets, four were real milk, and only two were the unknown liquid.
Thankfully, the milk buckets weren't small. They were a standard gallon, which was 3,785 milliliters. The total amount was considerable.
But Luke hadn't used it since he got it.
He didn't want to use ordinary people and animals to test this mysterious unknown liquid. It was too low of a price-performance ratio, and went against his principles.
Use it on the bad guys? He wasn't that kind.
If the unknown liquid cured these bad guys, he would have to kill them again. That would be too wasteful.
It wasn't until he met Carter today that he suddenly remembered this.
This old guy was a good person, and was on the verge of death. It was the same for his black horse. Living one more day was worth it, and a small injection wouldn't result in anything too strange.
Ghost Rider was also a special existence. After using this mysterious unknown liquid, the two of them might produce some miraculous results.
This kind of experiment had the highest price-performance ratio.
Besides, as a former Ghost Rider, there was no way the old man would go to the press or call the police and say that someone was using him as a live experiment.
Everything was perfect, and Luke had accomplished a small goal in passing.
Watching him leave, Carter finally couldn't help but raise his voice and ask, "Who are you?"
Luke said, "Big Dipper."
As he spoke, he had already disappeared into the night.
The old man was silent for a moment before he shook his head with a bitter smile.
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