Started in American comics

Death is a special being in hell, similar to Ghost Rider, but different.

The Ghost Rider expels the demons who have come to the world and punishes the sinful people to hell.

The God of Death drives away the evil spirits lingering in the world, and leads the souls of good people to heaven, wearing a sinful body but doing good deeds.

People are always afraid because their appearance will inevitably bring death, but the reality is often the opposite. Death will appear first before they appear.

"Stop!" ** shouted, interrupting Constantine's storytelling mode: "What does this have to do with the mark of death on my body?"

"Of course, just listen to what I have to say."

"I'll be asleep by the time you finish talking, Johnny, come on."

The Ghost Rider sitting on the side pointed to his nose in surprise: "Me? I don't know what he is talking about."

"Aren't you colleagues? How could you not know?"

"Who told you that they are colleagues?" Constantine screamed: "They are almost mortal enemies. When they meet, it is life and death. How can they be colleagues?"

"Huh? Why?"

"It's very simple. The system is different, or the hell they live in is different." Van Helsing took over the conversation and took a sip of wine.

"The God of Death is a subordinate of Hades, the king of Hades, originating from the underworld in Greek mythology, while the Ghost Rider is said to be a law enforcer created by God using the spirit of vengeance from hell to punish sins in the world. They are basically two concepts."

"Am I a law enforcer sent by God to the world?"

Johnny was a little unbelievable. He had always felt that this power was Mephisto's curse on him. How could he become a law enforcer now?

** Scratching his head, he seemed to understand something, and he came to a conclusion based on his previous experience of watching movies.

"Mythological opposition, the only true God?"

"almost."

Well, it turns out that religious struggles can also lead to real confrontation between mythical creatures. How can I put it, this is really Marvel.

"Wait a minute, we seem to have gone off topic!" ** suddenly shouted: "The mark, my death mark!"

Constantine lit another cigarette for himself: "According to ancient records, I think this mark is similar to Johnny's Hellfire. It will slowly turn you into a real Death!"

"Ah?" **'s eyes fell on Johnny: "Is this what you call life worse than death?"

Johnny nodded: "I have a feeling that this mark is eroding your body and soul all the time. If you fail to fulfill the death wish in 3 years, at most 3 years, you will become the next death."

"Will that affect me driving a Ferrari with one hand?"

Van Helsing: ""

Johnny: ""

Constantine: "You have a Ferrari?"

"No, but I can make it myself."

Johnny clenched his fists and his joints cracked: "I have something to tell you."

"Listen."

"You'd better stay away from me. The smell on your body makes me want to beat you."

"Well, okay." ** moved her butt to the side: "It's not a bad thing to become a god of death. It's powerful and protects the world."

"But you don't have a little Chirp."

"what?"

"The flesh and blood all over his body fell off and turned into a skeleton. Not only did he have no chirping, his sense of smell, taste, and vision were all out of balance. He couldn't smell flowers and couldn't eat delicious food. The world he saw was only black and white."

The scene described by Van Helsing appeared in his mind, and ** couldn't help but shuddered: "Isn't there something as scary as little Chirp?"

Then he looked at Johnny: "You were also a skeleton when you became Ghost Rider. Do you have a little Chirp?"

"I have a flamethrower, and girls can't stand it." Johnny raised his chin with a hint of arrogance.

"Why don't you show off like this?"

"By the way" ** scratched his head and looked at Van Helsing: "Why do you know so clearly?"

"Most of them are guesses, and some of them are written in novels."

"Do you still read novels?"

Van Helsing turned his hands: "In a hundred years, you have to find something to do."

To be honest, ** is not afraid of becoming a god of death. He still has a god-level bloodline that is sealed, and he doesn't know what sparks will come from the collision with the god of death.

And I don’t know how the system has been upgraded in the past three years. It shouldn’t be difficult to take a tour of the underworld, right?

The heavy topic of death was taken away by ** and led to other occult knowledge.

Seeing that he didn't want to mention it, other people didn't have any objections. They were not familiar with each other, and warning him in advance was already the most righteous thing to do.

The two senior demon hunters are both experts in mysticism, and Johnny is considered a half-expert, allowing him to gain a lot of knowledge that he originally didn't know.

For example, the blood clan of the Eagle Kingdom is powerful, and almost half of the royal family members are vampires. It is best not to bother with them unless necessary.

For example, there are several powerful wraiths in the Kingdom of the Sun, and prerequisites are required to trigger them. Just be careful and you'll be fine.

Another example is that the great eastern country is a forbidden area for people like them. Even if they go there, they must treat themselves as ordinary people. If their power is exposed, they will die and they will shed their skin.

He got excited when talking about the Oriental **. He wanted to ask more about it, but found that except for Johnny, the other two people were unwilling to say more.

"The East is a beautiful country. I climbed the Great Wall and ate roast duck when I was on tour recently. It tasted really good."

**Head full of black lines: "What else?"

"I'm going to stay up late on an international flight. I don't want to crash."

Okay, the scene of the Ghost Rider suddenly transforming on the plane has appeared in **’s mind. Is there a hole in the floor and the plane crashes, or is it better to open a skylight on the side for ventilation?

After much deliberation, hellfire enchants the airliner or the evil fighter jet?

The picture is too beautiful to imagine, but it’s a pity that everyone on the plane has to be turned into kebabs.

Driving into a relatively large town, Johnny handed Johnny's motorcycle to a garage. Van Helsing and Constantine sent the three girls they rescued to the police station, and received an unexpected reward of $1.

The girl's family has been offering a reward to find the person, which happened to make them a fortune.

Sitting in the bar drinking with Johnny, the two demon hunters threw a wad of money to the policeman, and everything was here.

** glanced at it: "You can take it and share it. I said before, I just want to see the wonders of the mysterious world."

The two demon hunters didn't hesitate and divided the money in front of him.

Johnny kept drinking without talking. Constantine touched his bulging wallet and was very happy. He raised his glass and clinked it with everyone: "It's rare to make a big fortune, how about having fun?"

As he spoke, showing a vulgar expression that all men understand, Van Helsing stood up and put on his hat: "Let's go."

Johnny: "Not interested."

**:"dirty."

"Tsk, prude."

Constantine looked disdainful, and he and Van Helsing went to the bar owner to find out where they were.

** and Johnny were drinking beer and chatting. Johnny was still thinking about what they just said in the car.

"Do you think my skull was really created by God?"

"Very handsome, don't you think?"

"No Chirp."

"Um, don't you still have a flamethrower?"

"For barbecue?"

The two fell into silence, drinking beer one bottle after another, and the wine table was slowly filled with empty bottles.

**I don’t know why, but he suddenly said: "You are in pain, then do you want to understand the true meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?"

Their eyes met, Johnny's eyes flashed with confusion and entanglement, his face was red with drunkenness and his eyes were blurred.

What I, I, said seems to be a line from a novel. What is it called horror?

I feel a little dizzy, I drank too much, and I feel thirsty again.

My mind was in a mess, and I poured myself a big sip of dark beer: "Hi~ It feels good!"

boom!

The disheveled Constantine kicked open the bar door and rushed to the wine table with eyes wide open: "I received news that there is a big deal!"

Boom!

** fell down on the wine table, flushed and snoring.