Chapter 663: Vengeful Spirit

God teaches everyone not to kill the same kind, because people with dirty hands cannot be forgiven. He regards everyone as a lamb, and he is an eternal shepherd.
Why do herbivores kill each other?
However, the existence of heaven cannot be confirmed. The patriarchs of the church prefer to sell indulgences. If they kill people, they must donate at least one hundred dollars to the church, right?
In the United States, there are three kinds of people who are very well informed. One is the bartenders and prostitutes in nightclubs. They have a lot of contacts with a wide range of news, and many of them work part-time in mercenary introduction businesses.
The other is the lawyers and mistresses of the rich. The rich have done anything shit, they all know well and conceal everything. Sometimes they are also responsible for contacting mercenaries and doing some scavenger business.
The last type is the church pastor. In the confessional, through the thin carved door panels, people will speak out their mistakes and get spiritual relief.
From small enough to peek at the pregnant women next door to take a bath, to large-scale massacre, people seem to be completely defenseless towards the priest.
No matter what was said in the little cubicle, the pastor’s answer was always the same-"God will forgive you."
When the confessor walked out of the confession room with ease, a nun would tell him that the sales point of indulgence coupons was the small left-turn window at the entrance of the church.
Su Ming doesn't like pastors because they don't cooperate with mercenaries and their mouths are very hard. It is almost impossible to dig out information from their mouths.
God also doesn't like the pastor. Although no one knows where he is and what he has done, he at least created the spirit of revenge.
There is no forgiveness, at least money is not the reason for forgiveness. Blood feuds should be repaid with blood. When the spirit of vengeance is combined with humans, it is the ghost knight, and this is the person who executes the punishment.
Mephisto is not the creator of the evil spirit knight, he is just a handler, a supervisor, the soul burned by the evil spirit knight with hellfire will directly dissipate, and will not fall into the hands of any lord.
"If the Bible tells us that revenge is so wrong, why does it feel so sweet when you think about it? Why does the blood of a murderer flow out like wine as alluring?"
"Huh? Teacher what are you talking about?"
At this time, Su Ming and Mi Ke had returned to Wilson's enterprise, and it was midnight, and Mordo was sent to buy pancakes and fruits by Su Ming again. There were only two Supreme Masters in the dark office.
The death knell of the main dimension and the secret guest of the second dimension.
Mystery’s eyes flashed red, her demonization gave her low-light vision, and Su Ming used the strangulation to'see' things, even if it was pitch black.
"Nothing, I'm not a cross cultist, just remember what the evil spirit rider once said." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, rotating the chair to look out the window, the moon hung high in the sky, but it was not very bright.
The secret guest walked to his desk and supported the back of the chair with both hands: "The teacher knows this person?"
"Yes, this generation of evil spirit knights is a very contradictory person. He has been deeply involved in the logical whirlpool of whether revenge is reasonable." Su Ming quietly leaned on the back of his chair and waited patiently: "He is a believer, deeply taught by the Cross The kind of brainwashing, killing is a crime."
"Thinking about the doctrine of God while killing?" Mike smiled, her big eyes narrowed like cats: "This should be a mental disorder, right?"
"He has PTSD, a veteran of the Civil War, and the Southern Army." Su Ming answered the secret guest's question. This ghost rider can be considered very old, but the demonization made his life almost endless and tortured forever.
This ghost knight was selected by Mephisto in advance. He was shot by a heavy machine gun on the battlefield and ate another howitzer. The whole body flew more than ten meters high. He was not dead, but just fainted. Up.
Afterwards, on the battlefield where the gunpowder dissipated, he was rescued by a black man. The major of the Southern Army, as the representative of the slave owner, was rescued by a slave who had just been liberated.
The blacks helped him heal his injuries. He also helped the blacks to farm at home, which was regarded as repaying the kindness, and gradually the relationship became closer, just like family members with different skin colors.
Two years later, the Civil War was over and the Southern Army was completely defeated. He, a deserter, can also go home and have a look.
So he bid farewell to the black people and went home for a while, but when he returned to visit his friends again, he found that the black family was dead.
The soldiers of the Southern Army were defeated. The former comrades of the major killed the black family. They also raped the black pregnant wife first and then killed them. They killed the corpse, took out the fetus, and inserted the mother on a wooden stake along the roadside. .
So the major picked up the gun again and hunted these people throughout the United States. He wanted to avenge his savior.
But in the process, he gradually discovered that there was a mysterious person covered in black cloth, who was also hunting down these people with extremely cruel lynching.
During the period, he experienced many terrifying and even unreasonable events, and he finally discovered that under the black cloth was a burning skeleton.
It was the black man who had saved him. He died and lived again, because Mephisto disguised as a voodoo and negotiated a condition with his soul.
At first the black only wanted to avenge his wife and children, but gradually, the pleasure of revenge filled his soul, and he planned to avenge the unfair people in the world.
The major was a cross, and he advised the blacks not to become a tool of the devil if their enemies were dead.
But the black man couldn't hear anything anymore. The flames of vengeance swept over him. He lost his mind and became a spirit of vengeance.
The major had killed many people on the battlefield, and he was also guilty, so the black target became him.
After being burned with a hand by the fire of hell, Mephisto appeared at the right time, using "Let your black friend rest in peace" as a bargaining chip, and the major was forced to become a ghost rider.
This is the past story of Travis Palem, the ghost rider today.
From the end of the Civil War in 1865 to the end of World War II, more than eighty years have passed, and he still looks like a mature man.
He has strong self-control, and the skeleton state can still think normally and make rational judgments, instead of seeing whom to burn.
But after all, after such a long time, how many people he killed and how many people he took revenge during that time, it is estimated that he himself could not remember.
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Under the dim moonlight, Su Ming could see a flame approaching quickly on the highway along the sea.
It is a figure riding on a horse, wearing a windbreaker often worn by cowboys. The horse is also shrouded in flames, and sparks are constantly spraying from its nostrils.
The high-speed running caused them to drag the flame tail behind them, and the asphalt on the road was ignited by horses' hooves, leaving a long string of burning hoof marks.
Seeing this kind of scene at night, it is estimated that ordinary people will be frightened and fainted immediately.
"Come on, Mephisto's work efficiency is really good." Su Ming touched his beard. Just after he left hell, the evil spirit knight came over to wait for dispatch.
"Running over from the road on horseback?" The secret guest reluctantly spread his hands, despising such a swaggering way of appearance: "What age is this, how many witnesses should there be?"
"So I have to go and see him. I can't let him get close to the Wilson Building to attract other people's attention." Su Ming stood up, black mucus spreading over his body, instantly solidified and turned into yellow-black metal: "Go ahead. Let's play with Xili in the academy, and don't let the Ghost Rider see you."
"I have to go back to the border of hell, next time, pay attention to safety in your actions."
"I have a plan."
The secret guest hugged Su Ming as a farewell, and a hole full of tentacles suddenly appeared on the floor. She blinked at him with a smile, pinched her nose and jumped in like a child diving.
Su Ming called the secret guest just to negotiate with Mephisto, and to deal with foreigners and blood races, Mordor and the Ghost Knight were enough.
He came to the rooftop through the stairs, the cloak led him out, and quickly blocked the horse on the road. The evil spirit knight pulled on the reins, and the front hoofs of the burning horse raised high and braked sharply.
"Mr. Palem." Su Ming floated in midair and talked to him.
The knight grabbed his hat with his right hand made of flames, and lifted it up slightly as a salute: "Sovereign Mage, is a guilty person in need of trial?"
"Everyone in the world is guilty, you know."
Su Ming walked towards him on the ground, and Mordo, who was holding the pancake fruit, just got out of the portal with sweat.
The Supreme Master wanted to eat pancakes with a hundred eggs. He had to buy them. At that time, the chef looked at Mordu in his eyes like he was mentally ill.
If you love eggs so much, you buy chicken cakes. Pancakes with a hundred eggs are thicker than carpets. How to eat them?
If it wasn't for Mordu to look at it as a foreigner, and if he paid normally, it was not a joke. You would call the police if you sell it earlier.
Su Ming put up a finger and shook it, signaling the evil spirit knight to wait a moment. He wants to have a supper, and naturally he has to teach Mordu a few more words.
"Why didn't I buy soy milk? How can I eat it like this? Well, you can't even buy rice. How can I rest assured that I will leave the heavy task to you..."
Mordu's heart moved, what important task? For a moment he thought about it.
The death knell is almost nothing to do as a supreme mage. The daily work of the magical world has been thrown away to Master Hamill and Master Monak. Does that mean...?
"I'm sorry, master, it's my disadvantage." Mordo immediately began to circle with the ring, planning to buy soy milk back again, no, this time I will buy it with tofu brain.
"Forget it this time~EbookFREE.me~ Alas, it seems that I have a lot to teach you." Su Ming waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to go, and he broke a piece of pancake with his hand and delivered it to his mouth. , Like eating a cake, but the taste is a bit fishy.
Mordu lowered his head: "Thank you, Master."
Su Ming ignored him, but moved the pancake fruit close to Parham and shook it: "Have some?"
Palem's shoulders shrugged and noted, the skull's jaws kept colliding, as if laughing, then he raised his fingers and pointed at the bones under his windbreaker: "No stomach."
"It's just after the change. I don't want to take a torch action in the middle of the night. You have all the vampires running away." Su Ming did not retract his hand, but stared at the evil spirit knight with one eye.
Palem seemed to think for a while, then he rolled over and got off his horse, and the flame on his body instantly went out.
A haggard-faced man appeared in front of them, his right sleeve was empty, and the dark horse next to him was gasping for breath.
"Then I will taste a little."