Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

The sacred tree is the tradition of this town and the source of myth. Half a century ago, various accidents often occurred here, resulting in reduced farm production.

With the guidance of a wizard who didn't know where they came from, the residents of the local town began to worship the sacred tree and select a man and woman as sacrifices every year. From then on, there was a bumper harvest every year.

"So what we need to find is the sacred tree and burn it, right?" Roger asked.

"Yes, this is what I found. Let's go. The sacred tree should be in this direction." Dean took the lead and walked in front.

Behind them were Sam and the rescued girl. In the dark forest, the strange evil scarecrow made her look like a frightened deer, following behind everyone.

The four of them moved forward slandering each other. Fortunately, Dean had already come here once during the day. This energetic guy had no other abilities but his memory and analysis skills were particularly good.

"It should be right in front. The biggest tree is what they call the sacred tree. The scarecrow is just the patron saint of the farm, and the sacred tree is the evil spirit they worship."

Looking at Dean walking in front, Roger had an ominous premonition for some reason.

Because he had just added a touch of evil spirit fire to the cigarette to burn the scarecrow to death, and he felt that he could not harvest much evil power.

In other words, the immortal scarecrow may be just a clone, and the sacred tree that Dean plans to burn is the real BOOS. . . . . .

"Sorry, we can't let you go over and hurt the sacred tree." In the darkness, several old men holding guns walked out slowly.

Everybody had a gun, and these were the small-town capitalists, the farmers, the men and women who were sacrificed to the scarecrow every year, and they were the ones who did it.

As long as two people live, they can have a bumper harvest every year. The greed of capital has penetrated into their bones, so they take desperate risks.

But later on, they slowly changed their methods. For example, the couple yesterday just tampered with their car, and the car naturally stalled in the middle of driving. It happened to be night again, and the evil scarecrow would naturally come out to ask for help. Life.

If Dean hadn't saved them with his car, the memorial would have been completed.

"Put the gun down, kid, I don't want to hurt you," one of the old men said.

"Aunt, why are you doing this?"

The girl who was tied up as a sacrifice looked at one of the old men sadly.

"Don't shoot, we listen to you -" Sam raised his hands and slowly put down the gun in accordance with the instructions of the other party, including Dean.

In this country, when someone points a gun at you, you must obey because the other person may actually give you a peanut.

"What now, Mr. Roger?"

Sam asked Roger in a low voice, because Roger was an exorcist and considered a senior, so he expected him to have some special skills.

Roger can transform and is not afraid of bullets after transformation, but Dean and the others are in trouble.

"Just call me Brother Jie. Just do as they say. Support is here."

"support?"

I don't know when, but the pupils of Roger's eyes were no longer black, but showed a light yellow color, the color of flames.

This is Roger's fine control after long-term training. He only transforms into part of the Ghost Rider's ability to use it. Firstly, it saves energy. Secondly, it can be used for daily use. There is no need to exorcise demons every time. Come out as a scary skull.

The Eye of Judgment, even if it has not completely transformed, can still see those evil spirits and the like using part of its vision ability.

In Roger's eyes, behind the farmers, there were densely packed scarecrows, and they were even increasing in number.

On a farm not far away, some dry straw was slowly turning into scarecrows under the power of an invisible black mist.

Roger said, "You'd better look behind you. The god you worship is coming over."

Hearing what Roger said, the farmers holding guns felt a little scared, because at some point, the sounds of insects and birds all around them stopped.

Wherever the evil spirits went, living things stopped being born, and there was silence all around.

rustle--

rustling-

Slowly, a rustling sound came, and the faces of several farmers changed, because the sound was a bit like the friction of straw.

Seven or eight old men held guns and looked around uneasily because the sound was getting closer.

Finally, one of the old men's flashlight shone on a scarecrow, followed by many more.

"Ray, scarecrow——"

One of the farmers began to chatter his teeth and his body was shaking.

Although they had known about the evil spirit they worshiped for a long time, they couldn't help but be afraid when they saw it.

The scarecrow didn't care whether these farmers were the ones feeding them, he just walked over, raised his hook and started killing.

Boom!One of the farmers couldn't help but shoot in space, and this seemed to be an introduction, and the others followed suit.

The hit scarecrow flew away part of the straw, revealing the bones wrapped in the straw, which were the human bones left behind after being sacrificed to death.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire. These farmers who like to sacrifice humans to scarecrows are no longer respectful to the evil spirits they worship.

However, these scarecrows are not afraid of human firearms at all. The powerful kinetic energy bullets can only make them stop or fall down, but they will get up immediately the next second.

There was great fear between life and death. They just wanted to survive at the moment. Finally, there was a clicking sound from the barrel of one of the farmers' guns, and the bullets were empty.

A scarecrow stepped forward, inserted a hook directly into his neck, and then walked into the darkness like dragging a piece of meat.

"Ahhh-" A farmer who had finished shooting his bullets dropped his gun and ran in the direction they came from.

When the others saw this, they also ran away, no longer thinking about catching Dean and the others as sacrifices.

In the end, there were only four of them left on the scene. Sam swallowed and picked up the salt block shotgun on the ground.

"Mr. Roger, Brother Jack, what should we do now?"

"Don't worry, the number of scarecrows continues to increase. Several of them have been surrounded and cannot escape."

Dean staggered and almost fell. Who cares whether those people are dead or alive now? Sam asked them, okay.

"Oh, that's what you're asking about. As long as we go over and cut down the sacred tree, it should be fine. Dean, can you tell me where it is?"

"The sacred tree is right in front -" Dean roared loudly and pointed in front of him.

"Leave it to me, you guys protect yourselves." Roger took out his Arnold-specific shotgun, and the next second, it was enchanted with evil spirit fire.

Bah!

Roger shot over, and when the fire met the straw, a large number of scarecrows fell down like mowing grass, and each scarecrow ignited a fire——