Here, Cartersley didn't push the black horse under his crotch, but let it walk back slowly.
The ability of the ghost knight in his body can no longer support the transformation, but the physical strength of the old man under his crotch is much better than his own, so it is still possible for him to take him back to the cemetery.
After that, he will quietly wait for the day of complete liberation in the chapel of the cemetery.
He doesn't know the exact day, but when the time comes, he will feel it.
As for whether Johnny can defeat the Black Heart Demon and prevent the St. Van Gonza contract from falling into the clutches of the devil, Cartersley didn't care too much.
He did everything he could, and if he still fails, it can only be said to be God's will.
Suddenly, the black horse stopped and groaned uneasily.
Cartersley looked at a person standing not far away, frowned and said nothing.
Luke looked at Cartersley with a smile, and the little abacus in his heart was crackling.
This guy is always a bit old, but he is still alive as a ghost rider!
Even if he can no longer transform, he is still not an ordinary person.
Besides, this old guy has lived for more than 150 years, and his understanding of hell demons and Mephisto is not comparable to that of a young man in his thirties like Johnny.
Luke needed his knowledge.
"Let's make a deal, Cartersley," he began.
Cartersley's face was calm: "I'm already dying, and I won't make deals with anyone again."
Luke smiled: "Sorry, you can't refuse this deal. Either you tell me everything you know about Hell and Mephisto, or I can only wrong you."
Cartersley looked at him strangely: "Aren't you a demon?"
Real demons certainly don't need to go through him to get information about hell, which is their old home.
Luke gestured to the Beidou armor on his body: "Have you ever seen any demon that keeps pace with the times?"
Cartersley shook his head: "They are all antiques, your dress is too...fancy."
Luke: This is called fashion, understand! You, an old antique that has lived for more than a hundred years, is really outdated.
Cursing in his heart, he continued to ask: "Can that tell me everything?"
Cartersley shook his head resolutely: "No, even if you are not a devil, I will refuse any deal. You can go."
Luke nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that would be great."
Cartersley: "Huh?"
A moment later, a whistling sound echoed over the wilderness.
Seeing two zongzi-shaped objects, one large and one small, appear on the ground, Luke was a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, the helmet covered his face so that his true emotions were not exposed.
Little Zongzi is, of course, Cartersley, and Big Zongzi is... the dark horse.
He was only aiming at Carter Sley, but the dark horse was very spiritual. Seeing him make a move on the old man, he kicked over with one hoof.
As a last resort, he could only tie up this fiery big guy.
"Actually, I wanted to be more peaceful. After all, you are so old." He said sorry, but he didn't forget to check the system notification just arrived.
System: You defeated Kattersley (Ghost Rider) and got his ability list.
Cartersley's abilities: basic guns... basic theology, basic demonology, hellfire (given by evil spirits, cannot be learned), eyes of repentance (given by angels, cannot be learned).
Luke looked strange, looking at the instructions of the eye of repentance.
The Ghost Rider was created by Mephisto, but where did the angel come from
Although Cartersley was tied up after being punched down by Luke, his expression remained calm and he didn't even say a word.
After living in pain and repentance for more than a hundred years, he was tired of it long ago.
The weirdo in front of him really wanted to kill him, and Cartersley could only thank him for letting him go.
Only when he saw Luke tying up the black horse, he hesitated.
But he immediately found that Luke was very measured in his actions. The rope that suddenly appeared only restrained the black horse, and did not intend to hurt it.
He regained his composure.
After studying basic theology and demonology, Luke hesitated for a moment, and finally took out two syringes.
In each syringe, there is only ten milliliters of ruby red liquid
He said, "Although you don't want to trade, I never like to take advantage of others, so let's take this as a reward."
As he spoke, he gave Cartersley and Dark Horse an injection in each of their buttocks.
After a while, Cartersley, who was originally indifferent, suddenly looked strange.
Luke raised his hand and untied the ropes that bound one person and one horse: "Okay, the transaction is completed, you can do what you want."
Cartersley stood up slowly, feeling the strange changes in his body, feeling inexplicably complicated.
Watching Luke trot towards San Van Gonzale, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you inject me with?"
"I don't know either." Luke's voice came from a distance: "I'll just try it casually, maybe it can make you live for a few more years."
Cartersley: ... I'm a guinea pig as the co-author
At this moment, Luke also praised his wit in his heart.
The thing he injected into Cartersley and the dark horse was the unknown ruby red liquid substance that he got from the spoils of war when he rescued Robert and Catherine on a cruise ship last time.
Not all of the eight milk buckets he grabbed at that time were filled with this unknown liquid substance.
Two of the buckets were thrown out as bait, one bucket was really just milk, and the other bucket of unknown liquid was basically licked clean by the strange giant octopus.
Of the remaining six buckets, four were genuine milk, and only two were the unknown liquid.
Fortunately, the milk bucket is not small, it is a standard gallon, which is 3785 ml, and the total amount is quite considerable.
But after getting this thing, Luke never used it.
He didn't want to use ordinary people and animals to experiment with this miraculous unknown liquid. It would be too cost-effective to do so, and it violated his principles of life.
For bad guys? He wasn't that kind.
In case the unknown liquid cured these villains, he would have to beat them to death again, which was too wasteful.
It wasn't until he met Cartersley today that he suddenly remembered this.
This old guy is a good man, but he is also dying, and so is his dark horse, he earns money by living an extra day, and a small amount of injections will not produce too weird things.
Ghost Rider itself is a special existence. After using this magical unknown liquid, the two may produce some wonderful results.
The price-performance ratio of this kind of experiment is the highest.
Besides, as a former Ghost Rider, the old man would never go to the newspaper or call the police, saying that someone used him for live experiments.
Everything fit so well, Luke also accomplished a small goal by the way.
Watching him go away, Cartersley finally couldn't help it, raised his volume slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"
Luke: "Beidou."
With the sound of words, he has disappeared into the night.
The old man stood silently for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.