Shba Mirza wore a masked sari and walked past the alleys of the messy houses in the Dahavi slums in Mumbai. Next to it was piled with construction waste and large pieces of plastic. The alley was piled with recycled waste and domestic waste, emitting a strong smell of rotten smell. The men squatted in groups of three or three on the rooftops and corridors of the houses on both sides to bask in the sun.

When I saw Xiuba walking by, my eyes were staring at Xiuba’s beautiful figure.

Under the gorgeous and cheap sari, the looming figure curves are fascinating, but it is difficult for these men who are blinded to observe carefully. The finer figure and more detailed details are streamlined muscles, the smooth vest lines on the abdomen and arms, but the tough muscle lines.

These lazy and disgusting Indian men may not be able to withstand this toned body and punch it casually.

Xiuba turned a blind eye to the eyes of both sides. According to the contract she signed with Murphytos, she sent hundreds of sinners' souls to hell every year. This is really not a difficult job in India. In fact, after she moved to the slum, what she had to worry about was whether taking too many souls would enhance Murphytos' power.

Xiuba is a ghost rider, and all ghost riders will not want Murphytos to be too powerful.

Xiuba used to live in the mountainous areas of northern India, where there were remote mountain villages where there were no outsiders for several years. She lived in such remote mountain villages. The biggest trouble was to deal with locals. She could even feed her pet war elephants herself. In an influential area in northern Buddhism, Xiuba could lead elephants and stroll through the Bodhi forests and pass by those ancient temples.

And when she needs to deal with Murphytos, she just needs to go to a big city like Mumbai and Bangalore!

Unlike those European and East Asian counterparts, India's sauba never needs to worry about performance. India once lacked everything, but it was just that there was no shortage of temples and sinners.

Xiuba once met a man who came to the holy land to practice in Bodhiyana with a master in a wheelchair. Through the Eye of Judgment, you can see that the man was carrying countless sins, and the flame of anger that never extinguished deep in his heart was burning. Under his calm appearance, he was almost an angry god. He was the most powerful and sinful sinner Xiuba had ever seen. He wanted to calm the flame of anger deep in his heart by comprehending the principles passed down by the Buddha.

When Xiuba saw him, she thought: "Bringing such a soul to Murphytos may lead to eternal freedom and get rid of the curse!"

But she still didn't do it, because she felt that if she did it, she would easily be torn apart by the demon in the man's heart, and because although the man was seriously sinful, she could feel that he could not help but yearn for kindness and peace.

Taking action against such people is not in line with the tradition of the Ghost Rider.

As Xiuba swayed her waist, stretched her body easily, and walked into a more remote alley, she quickly decorated several sneaky figures behind her. A San was different in this regard. Even if she bullies the weak women, they liked to go together. Cowardice and harshness on the outside were almost engraved into their bones.

As Xiuba slowly walked into her temporary residence, if it could still be called a residence, it was a shed made of wooden boards and plastic film, built on the beach near the sea, and the sea breeze could blow away the rotten smell of the slums... Even an Indian, Xiuba was still a woman, and she could tolerate the simplicity of the conditions. In fact, Xiuba, who had been practicing asceticism, could not care about these things and live only in her own spiritual world, but if you can stay away from the stench, try to stay away from some.

The man following behind the alley was cursing and chattering, and surrounded the two men. The figures of the two men appeared opposite Xiuba, and they surrounded the head and end of the alley. The men showed disgusting and dirty smiles and slowly approached. They seemed to want to appreciate Xiuba's fear and panic, but unexpectedly, Xiuba did not respond at all.

She stared at them indifferently, which made the Indian men even more angry and violent. They began to curse, and the noisy Hindi swear words were swearing.

While these dark-skinned, thin and dirty men rushed forward in a hurry, preparing to grab Xiuba's hair and press her to the ground. When they were ravaging her, Xiuba hit his stomach with one hand, and grabbed the throat of another man like an iron hoop. The men were a little panicked, and the rest rushed over quickly, wanting to hold the woman more with the people, but behind Xiuba, there was a squirming under the sari. The man facing Xiuba suddenly saw two slender but strong streamlined muscles, stretching out from behind Xiuba.

They hold the small three forks in one hand and the bow and arrow in the other.

And there were two hands on Xiuba's shoulders, holding two men. He wanted to attack from behind to see Xiuba with four arms stretched out from the man behind. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and wailed: "Great Lord Shiva! Forgive me!"

Xiuba looked down at the two men in her hand. The two men she was holding struggled for a while, and then suddenly fell down. Her whole body seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality, and her hands and feet were hanging weakly on the ground. Xiuba slowly turned around, and the other two men behind her urinated in horror. Xiuba's skin turned blue, with a little gray, as if she was coated with a layer of gray at the bottom of the pot.

This is what Buddhism calls the ashes heretics!

An eye grew on her forehead, and her head was burning with the hellfire, and the deep white luster of bones appeared on her half-charred face. The eyes of the two men in her hands had been burned to charcoal, and their eyes turned into half-black and half-ash ashes, and the dark red burning of embers.

Xiuba whispered: "Look into my eyes!"

The two men who were frightened and trembling and trembling subconsciously looked at Xiuba's vertical eye. In a trance, they saw the world burning huge flames, and the fire of hell burned the whole world, while Shiva, dancing in the flames, Shiva's hair drifted wildly with his dancing, blending into the flames and burning.

Lord Shiva holds a hellfire in his left hand and brings destruction to the world through dance.

The burning world slowly faded, revealing the man's eyes that had become ashes... He opened his mouth wide, with an expression of extreme fear and fear. His body dried up slightly, and he shouted before his death: "Shiva! You are dancing in the destruction of the world..." The voice was still echoing in the middle of the slum alley.

Xiuba turned into a ghost knight with four arms and three eyes, holding three forks, bows and arrows on her arms, and the Kanda sword unique to India. This form is almost exactly the same as the destruction of Shiva. But Shiva is the god of creation and destruction, and there are drums and snails symbolizing creation in her hands. It is said that the world was born in the sound of the drums in Shiva's right hand and was destroyed in the flames of the left hand. Shiva created the world while destroying, allowing creation and destruction to cycle.

But there is no drum symbolizing creation in Xiuba’s hands!

The Ghost Rider is a form of symbiotic relationship with humans as the angel's vengeful spirit, and the angel spirit was born from the plague.

Therefore, the Ghost Rider has the potential to be infected by memes, which makes the Ghost Rider's power unfold in a face that conforms to the myths and legends of various civilizations in the world. The Japanese Ghost Rider's Eye of Judgment will appear Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the Tibetan Ghost Rider's Word of Judgment is called Thousand Buddhas Glimps. Xiuba's Eye of Judgment is the Shiva Dance with Indian characteristics.

Xiuba returned to the shed where she lived. She quickly packed her luggage and walked out of the shed door. An elephant miraculously walked out of the small shed, and walked slowly under Xiuba's guidance...

One person was walking by the sea, and at dusk, the elephant's body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, and the gold reflected on the sea was shaking, as if flames were burning. The war elephant burning with hellfire knelt down, pulled Xiuba with its nose, and camel up. In the sunset, the war elephant ran wildly, and the hellfire on its body burned into a circle of fire, opening the door that had always been unknown.

This is the Ghost Rider using the help of hellfire to open the door to the dimension of hell, and uses the power of hell to shuttle through different times and spaces.

Xiuba, who appeared again, was surprised to find that she had not come to Wakanda, Africa.

Instead, it appeared in a huge glass cylinder surrounded by white coats and uniformed personnel running back and forth. The white coats shouted: "The space guidance coordinates are correct... the target has been contained in the collection point!"

"Unlock the space blockade in the Indian subcontinent...Unlock the information suppression of Murphytos!"

"The target Indian Ghost Rider Xiuba has been sheltered!"

This glass cylinder is located in a huge laboratory, and this laboratory full of transparent storage tanks, Xiuba saw her acquaintance Bian Xiong explaining something to the white coat: "I have no intention of obeying Murphytos' orders. I went to Wakanda just to secretly destroy Murphytos' plan!"

Not far away, there was a ghost rider dressed in an Indian native who was watching each other through a transparent prison.

A black ghost knight seemed to have been locked up for a while. He was calmly feeding the skeleton vulture on his shoulders, and a skeleton horse next to him was digging his hooves uneasily.

Further away, in a huge cube several times larger than Xiuba's transparent cylinder, there was an old-fashioned biplane from World War I. His pilot, the evil spirit flyingman, was carefully maintaining his mount.
Chapter completed!