Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

In the evening, the sun is setting.

Dracula wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and threw the bone of the chicken leg into the trash can.

Even though it was fast food, he still ate it with gusto.

To be honest, not only does he not hate Qian Song now, but he is very grateful to him.

I am grateful that he gave me a chance to be a new man. Although it was only a short day, he was satisfied.

He is well versed in human nature and understands that one day is just enough - if you give him a lot more time and let his human desires rise, he might be reluctant to die and return to the crossroads thousands of years ago. :

[Life, or death, is a question. 】

He doesn't want to repeat the tragedies of the past, and he doesn't want to lose the beauty of being a human being in order to prolong his life. The price is too heavy, and he doesn't want to bear it anymore.

He has never envied the ancient god Sissos described in the Dark God Book, never.

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After a hearty meal, Dracula sat on a bench by the side of the road, watching the sunset sinking into the horizon little by little with a calm face, waiting for death to come.

I don't know if it's because he is too sensitive, but Dracula has felt that someone is staring at him from a corner not far away from just now.

"Is it a killer? Or just a thug?" Dracula was not panicked at all. He felt that as a human being, there are too many ways to die. There are definitely no less than 1 ways to die. Being beaten to death by a thug would also It's one of them.

Perhaps what Qian Song meant by "die at sunset" was that after the sun set, a thug rushed over and gave him a knife, killing him on the spot.

Dracula did not run away. He sat there quietly, watching the last rays of the sun sink into the horizon. The birds in the sky flew to their distant habitats one after another, and the tired birds returned to the forest.

"Buzz~buzz~"

A violent motorcycle engine sound came from far away. Dracula turned his head and saw a windy motorcycle coming from far and near.

Strangely, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the people on the street didn't know where they went.

The motorcycle rider looked very tall. After a beautiful flick, the motorcycle stopped in front of Dracula. The light gray exhaust gas coming out of the exhaust pipe sprayed Dracula in the face.

Dracula took out his handkerchief again, wiped his face carefully, and did not get angry.

The motorcyclist stepped off and walked towards Dracula.

Starting from his leather shoes, with every step he took, another part of his body was ignited with flames, until he stood still in front of Dracula, this tall knight had turned into a head with a head on fire Skeleton Man.

"Tsk...Ghost Rider?" A look of surprise flashed in Dracula's eyes: "So this is how I die?"

He also thought that he would die in some ordinary way.

There are many generations of Ghost Riders. Thousands of years ago, Dracula encountered one and was tried, but he was resurrected later.

Therefore, he was quite familiar with the Ghost Rider, but he didn't know which generation the Ghost Rider in front of him was.

Ghost Rider stared at Dracula condescendingly, and had expected his calm expression. After all, he was a vampire who had lived for thousands of years, so it was only natural to rely on him.

In recent days, Ghost Rider (Johnny) has a high "attendance rate" at night. After all, the riots in this city have lasted for a week or two, and countless old evils have given birth to new evils, so Johnny will So busy.

It has become Johnny's instinct to judge crimes.

It is precisely because of the long-term overload transformation that Johnny, who returned to his human body during the day, was a little weak, and he became sleepy when he was weak. No, he slept from morning to afternoon today, and he did not wake up in middle age.

Then, he actually dreamed.

What a long life, since he became a ghost rider, how many years has he not dreamed?

In short, let’s not talk about the reason of the dream, the content of the dream is more important—the king of vampires, Dracula, has come to New York!

Well, a mysterious man in a white robe with a tongue so long that it can be used as a belt, Tuomeng told him the news.

Johnny didn't know the king of vampires at all, and the two of them hadn't had much contact with each other for a long time. He had heard of the name "Dracula", but he had only seen it in some film and television works.

Anyway, in the dream, the mysterious man told Johnny that Dracula, as described in the film and television works, created many descendants of vampires and killed countless human beings.

How can this be tolerated?

As soon as Ghost Rider woke up, he rushed over without stopping.

According to the precise address given by the mysterious man in the dream, he really saw the goal of this trip in this place.

From the fact that the other party recognized his identity at a glance and didn't panic at all, it seemed that this guy... must be Dracula.

But, don't the rumors say that all vampires are afraid of the sun?

This guy seems to have been sitting on this bench since the sun went down, why isn't he afraid of the sun?

Could it be... because he is the king of vampires and his level is too high, so he is no longer afraid of the sun?

Johnny is not a person who likes to talk nonsense. Now that he has transformed and confirmed the identity of the other party, let's do it.

He took a step forward, grasped Dracula's forearm with hands that had turned into bones, lifted Dracula's feet off the ground with a strong lift, and said in a low voice, "Look into my eyes!"

Dracula stared cooperatively into Johnny's eyes filled with hellfire, waiting for the burning pain of the soul, and finally death.

10 seconds later.

Dracula's eyes were dry and he couldn't help blinking.

20 seconds later.

Dracula complained in his heart, why the Ghost Rider's [Eye of Judgment] is so weak and has not taken effect yet.

30 seconds later.

Even Johnny himself was a little confused: "Huh? Could it be... I found the wrong person?"

Under normal circumstances, [Eye of Judgment] is only effective against innocent people, or those who have a clear conscience about what they have done, and have no effect.

And for a person like the Vampire King who is full of evil, how could it be ineffective?

Johnny didn't know that even yesterday, his 【Eye of Judgment】was effective for Dracula.

But now, Dracula's soul dust has been reorganized by the underworld, and his soul has been owned by Qian Song (the underworld).

The Eye of Judgment of the Ghost Rider cannot take effect on the exclusive ghosts of the underworld.

This is the same as the laws of the people on earth, which cannot be controlled by the Kree people.

"What's your name?" Ghost Rider asked loudly.

"Dracula." Dracula replied honestly, wondering if this Ghost Rider is stubborn?If the eyes of judgment don't work, then use another method, such as strangling me with the iron chain on your chest.

Ghost Rider:"……"

Could it be a human with the same name as the Vampire King?

"Sorry, can you hurry up?" Dracula said, "I'm in a rush to reincarnate... Huh? What does reincarnation mean? Why did I say that word?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sentence "reincarnation" was like a voice command, opening a certain channel. In an instant, Dracula's eyes turned green, and an extremely rich green light beam came from Dracula's eyes. His eyes popped out and penetrated into the eyes of the Ghost Rider who was looking at him!