Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

With ease, Giorno replaced Mista's damaged internal organs.

Mista managed to survive.

This dying man, who was bleeding from all his orifices and unable to move a minute ago, was now jumping up from the ground alive and kicking.

“Bringing life to dead things, bringing life and hope.”

Even the stand-in ability is completely different from the evil of that man.

Jotaro on the side became even more emotional.

Of course, he was not in a hurry to inquire about Giorno's identity and background, nor was he clinging to it out of prejudice.

After all, blood does not determine a person.

Since it is certain that Giorno's spirit shines like gold, then why bother worrying about his origins.

Jotaro put the matter of Giorno's father behind for the time being.

Giorno, on the other hand, straightened up his remaining body and began to use Golden Experience to perform skin grafting surgery on his traumatized self.

The charred and dead skin was torn off alive, and brand new flesh and blood quickly filled the wound under the shadow of the fist.

The process is of course extremely painful.

But Giorno was able to endure the severe pain while chatting with Jotaro beside him in a cold sweat:

Mr. Jotaro.

When you came here, did you find any trace of a pink-haired middle-aged man?

This is Giorno's biggest concern.

Diavolo had just been poisoned, and Jotaro Kujo, whom he was most worried about, was already on the scene.

There is no doubt that now is the best time to kill Diavolo and solve the problem once and for all.

Middle-aged man with pink hair.

But Jotaro gave a disappointing answer:

I did meet him outside the Colosseum.

It's a pity that I couldn't stop that man from escaping.

He was just too worried about Polnareff's safety, so he didn't think about tracking Diavolo after he disappeared. Instead, he immediately walked into the Colosseum to check the situation.

In this way, Diablo had enough time to escape.

Is this so

Giorno frowned:

This is obviously very bad news.

Diablo is no easy opponent.

The Crimson King's abilities are uncanny, and he himself is as cautious, secretive and deadly as a poisonous snake.

If he were to let him run away like this, there would be endless trouble.

But now that Diavolo has disappeared, it is useless for Giorno to worry:

no solution anymore.

Several minutes have passed. Diavolo may have run away long ago.

He is cautious by nature. If you give him enough time to prepare, I'm afraid it will be useless to let Apache's melancholy blues attack.

In this case, if we want to find Diavolo's whereabouts, we have to find another way.

Giorno muttered to himself, his expression very solemn.

The golden experience is still slowly replacing the burnt skin on his body, and the shocking and bloody scene makes the current atmosphere even more heavy.

Feel sorry.

There was a rare hint of guilt in Jotaro's voice.

Of course, this guilt was not because of Giorno, whom he had just met, but because of Polnareff.

Jotaro was regretting that he didn't notice Polnareff's situation earlier, and he also regretted that he hadn't been able to keep the demon who had hurt Polnareff so much.

Now that Diavolo has disappeared, he doesn't know when he can avenge his best friend.

When he thought of this, Jotaro's clenched fists trembled slightly:

It's okay, Jotaro.

Polnareff once again said such words of comfort.

He was keenly aware that Jotaro fell into a state of depression that was difficult to escape after witnessing the tragic situation of his own broken arms and legs.

This is not what Polnareff wants to see.

This is not what Jotaro Kujo, a man who never wavers, should look like.

There's no need to blame myself for what happened to me.

I am a warrior, a pair of legs cannot affect my will.

Polnareff tried his best to look free and easy.

But it's a pity

Even though Polnareff tried his best to be the unfailing optimist, the hilarious team comedian he once was, he could no longer play that feeling.

After all, ten years have passed.

How Polnareff lived these ten years, only he knows.

The lost legs and feet can never be recovered, and the pain of the past ten years is equally indelible.

Now, he is no longer the young swordsman who showed off his gorgeous sword skills in battle, nor is he the happy-go-lucky young man who still has the heart to make underpants jokes even though he is stuck at the bottom of the sea.

Polnareff has transformed into a mature and stable middle-aged uncle, in a heart-wrenching way.

.

Jotaro didn't say anything more to blame himself.

But the atmosphere at the scene still became more and more dead in silence.

The two looked at each other quietly, their eyes filled with unspeakable complex emotions.

that.

Once again, Giorno interrupted at the wrong time.

He had completed the emergency treatment on himself with great difficulty, and all the horrific wounds on his body had disappeared.

Although the huge consumption of mental energy made him almost empty, with the support of a healthy body, Giorno's pale and paper-like face was gradually returning to rosy.

Mr. Jotaro.

Giorno collapsed on the ground, breathing slowly to regain his strength:

If possible, please bring Mr. Polnareff to me as well.

Um?

Jotaro trembled.

He heard something from Giorno's words: Could it be Polnareff's injury?

I can cure it.

Giorno nodded solemnly.

Old, old wounds are also okay?

Polnareff's voice suddenly stuttered.

Obviously, he didn't care as much about the lost legs as he just said.

also.

Giorno smiled softly.

That smile is as warm as the sun that can revive all things:

As long as the head is still there, it doesn't matter where it's missing.

Outside the Colosseum.

Under the manhole cover, in the sewage.

A pair of sharp eyes suddenly opened from the darkness.

Cough cough cough cough.

Diavolo woke up from a brief coma and spit out a mouthful of thick oily red sauce:

Boss. It hurts.

He covered his head, which was almost split in pain, and took a long time to wake up:

sewer

Why, why am I here?

The poison he had inflicted before was so powerful that even Diavolo's own memory was disrupted.

He couldn't even remember how he ran out of the Colosseum, and he didn't know why he was soaked in the dunghill of the sewer as soon as he opened his eyes.

Rats and cockroaches crawled together, and half of the body was soaked in the foul smelling liquid.

It's really pitiful.

Diavolo suddenly felt humiliated, but he quickly came to his senses:

No matter what, as long as the person is not dead.

In the end, he managed to escape to a safe area before he completely lost consciousness, struggling to save his life.

So sad

Diavolo was still immersed in that strong staying power.

After struggling for a long time, he managed to stand up by holding on to the wall of the sewer.

It is said that sewers are the conscience of a city, but Rome’s conscience is really great.

At least, this sewer is as wide as a small river, which is completely enough for Diavolo to hide, stop, and move safely underground.

Go, have to get out of here quickly.

This kind of place is still not safe enough.

Diavolo was keenly aware of his situation.

He began to move further and safer along the sewer.

But as he walked, he felt that his life was safe, and he suddenly felt sad again:

Damn.

Where should I go?

How can I survive and be completely destroyed by someone using insect arrows? I have lost the chance to make a comeback.

Lee Sin, Giorno, Bucciarati and that damn Jotaro Kujo.

Just as I am now, there is no way I can fight against so many powerful enemies!

Diavolo suddenly found his future bleak.

He had fallen into the dark and smelly sewer. No matter how hard he tried to move forward, he would only step on shit.

The world is so big that there is no place for it.

Strength. Strength

Damn it, where should I find strength?!

Thinking of the fate that seemed irreversible, Diavolo was so suppressed that he almost went crazy.

He just walked aimlessly in the sewer, thinking, like a walking zombie that had lost its life.

I am trapped in this situation, can I really change my destiny?

In the end I will be like the Rolling Stones predicted.

Death in an 'indescribable tragedy'?

Diavolo thought desperately.

He didn't know where he was in the sewer at this time, but he just happened to walk under a manhole cover.

The manhole cover is just an ordinary manhole cover with a small ventilation hole on it.

The light on the ground fell from the ventilation hole, condensing into a straight beam of light in the dark sewer in front of the desperate Diavolo.

The beam of light was small and weak, but sacred and bright.

It suddenly appeared in front of Diavolo, like a sudden miracle from heaven, like...

A long golden arrow.

arrow

Yes, it's an arrow!

Diavolo's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly remembered that his life was actually closely related to arrows.

It was precisely because he dug up arrows in Egypt that Diavolo was able to build such a huge family business with profit and by relying on his invincible stand-in ability and mass-production of stand-ins.

Later, when the arrow was destroyed, his life was also destroyed.

but

There's not just one arrow!

Diavolo's heart was beating.

This long-lost surge of heart suddenly gave him a new lease of life:

My arrows were destroyed along with Bolbo, and the insect arrows were just destroyed by bullets, but besides these two, there should be four more arrows in the world.

I don't know the whereabouts of the other three yet, but Jotaro Kujo, that guy said it on the phone.

There is an arrow, and it's here now.

A strange place name on the other side of the world appeared in Diablo's mind like a life-saving straw:

Morio Town!