Chapter 779 - You, Guilty! Look into My Eyes

Luke didn’t need to think to have a rough idea of this sloppy man’s identity.

He had a rotten temperament and a panicked expression, and his movements were wretched and fierce.

The sloppy man lived his life every day as a tramp, a drug addict, a thief, and a robber. He might even have a criminal record for assault or murder.

Of course, Luke couldn’t be bothered with such scum.

The devil might not be anything good, but this sloppy man could be said to be a little devil on Earth. He was shameless and malicious, and deserved to die.

Luke wanted to see what Ghost Rider would do.

In the end, the skullhead pointed at the sloppy man. “You, guilty.”

Luke was lost for words. Why did that sound so familiar?

Ghost Rider, on the other hand, strode toward the trembling sloppy man and lifted him up in the air so that they were on the same eye level. “Look into my eyes…”

Looking at the black eye sockets in the skull, the sloppy man screamed in fear and recklessly raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Ghost Rider’s neck.

Pu!

With a muffled sound, the knife pierced the leather jacket, but Ghost Rider didn’t move.

Unwilling to give up, the sloppy man pulled out the knife, only to see that the blade was very red. The moment he pulled it out, it melted and dripped down.

Ghost Rider continued, “Your soul has been dyed red by the blood of the innocent. Feel their despair and pain!”

“No!” The sloppy man screamed miserably.

Less than two seconds later, Ghost Rider tossed the sloppy man to the side and let him fall to the ground.

He flung out the chain that was wrapped around his shoulders to wind around the skeleton motorcycle. He whistled, and the bike pulled him up to the bridge.

Then, the skeleton motorcycle drove back and drifted to a stop in front of Ghost Rider. It shot out flames twice, as if urging Ghost Rider on.

Ghost Rider got onto the motorcycle and sped off again.

After he left, Luke walked out of the darkness under the bridge and went over to the sloppy man. He examined him for a moment and was a little surprised.

The man was still breathing and had a heartbeat, but Luke couldn’t detect any fluctuations in his thoughts with Mental Communication. His brain had clearly stopped working, and he was a living dead man.

He recalled what Ghost Rider had done earlier; he had only made the sloppy man look into his eyes for a second or two, before the man turned into a vegetable.

This ability was really creepy!

Thinking that, Luke went back up to the bridge again and chased after Ghost Rider on his motorcycle.

He followed Ghost Rider from the west to the east, then to the north as they left the city, and finally reached… a cemetery.

He saw Ghost Rider rolling over the ground and screaming in the graveyard. The fiery skeleton war chariot had reverted to the original Harley-Davidson.

Soon, the flames on Ghost Rider turned into smoke, and flesh reappeared on the skeleton.

When the smoke cleared, a middle-aged man was still screaming miserably on the ground.

A moment later, the man finally came back to his senses. He crawled to a tombstone and put his hand on it as he whimpered, “Dad, Dad…”

There was a name on the tombstone: Barton Blaze.

Luke didn’t approach him. Instead, he sent out a new, modified drone which flew toward the man.

This type of mini drone was more advanced, less noisy, and performed far better than the original mini drones.

However, it wasn’t suitable for long-range observation. Instead, its advantages were that it made very little noise and could approach the target very closely for information.

It was easier for people to reveal their secrets without anyone else around.

This Ghost Rider had a lot of secrets, and Luke was very interested in them, so he decided to just watch.

However, he wasn’t the only one here.

There was also a church in the cemetery, which was dimly lit.

Ghost Rider’s arrival seemed to have alerted the people in the church. An old man ran out with a shovel in his hand, as if to use it to defend himself.

When the old man reached Ghost Rider, he stuck the shovel in the ground and looked down at the man. “Good evening, skullhead.”

Looking at the image transmitted by the drone, Luke knew that this wasn’t any ordinary old man.

Just now, the old man had probably seen how Ghost Rider returned to his original form, but he wasn’t scared at all.

This calm was either because he had support or he wasn’t right in the head.

After recovering his human form, Ghost Rider turned his head with difficulty to look at the old man before he passed out on the ground.

The old man chuckled and brought over a small handcart to take Ghost Rider into the church. He then pushed the vintage motorcycle into the tool shed.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had fallen asleep after the old man threw him onto the bed, Luke secretly set up several surveillance cameras around the cemetery before he turned his motorcycle around and drove back into the city.

There were now surveillance cameras around the church that the old man and the middle-aged man were in, as well as two mini drones inside.

As long as the drones’ flight function wasn’t in use, they could be used as surveillance cams for two days.

Naturally, Luke wouldn’t hang around here foolishly.

This Ghost Rider had already passed out, and Luke had no plans to kill him for now. It was better for him to go back to the city and get some rest before he decided his next move.

If Ghost Rider went looking for the two blue-skinned guys in the next two days, Luke would find an opportunity to snatch their heads for experience and credit points before going home.

As for Ghost Rider, he didn’t seem like a bad person.

The only bad thing was that his means of transport was too ostentatious and damaged a lot of private property and public facilities.

When he was on the outskirts of the city, Luke put the Big Dipper Armor and the motorcycle back into his inventory. He then took out his bicycle and rode to the location where Ghost Rider had first appeared.

It wasn’t too hard to find; the melted tire tracks on the ground were a clear trail.

At the spot where Ghost Rider had appeared, Luke also detected a trace of the sulfur on Mephisto’s clone.

He frowned. Were these two guys related? Was it an internal conflict between Ghost Rider and the four blue-skinned men? If that was the case, should he kill that skullhead as well?

As he pondered, he found a three-story building dozens of meters away.

The basement was like a maintenance workshop. There were all kinds of motorcycles, many of which were vintage or custom-made.

Before its transformation, Ghost Rider’s motorcycle was also a custom-made vintage Harley motorcycle.

Looking at the person and name on the posters scattered everywhere confirmed this point — Johnny Blaze.

This Johnny Blaze was that stuntman whom Joseph had mentioned before. He was the most famous stunt performer in the country, and known for being able to fly over a football field on a motorcycle.

Robert had brought Luke and Claire to watch Johnny’s performance before when they were young, and most people liked to use his stage name: Flaming Johnny.

It was a slightly pretentious nickname, but very suitable for Johnny, who was fond of playing with his life.