Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

After understanding the wonderful feature of ‘teammates being invulnerable’ as a substitute ability, Oranto finally understood Li Qing’s explanation.

He instinctively wanted to do something, but it was too late.

Tianyinbo's positioning mark had been firmly imprinted on Giorno long before the conversation began. No, to be precise, it was imprinted on his head.

The moment Olanto realized the danger, Li Qing in front of him had disappeared from the place:

Echo Strike!

There was no air wave, no sound, just a phantom that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

This phantom suddenly drew a straight trajectory in the air, and continued to expand in Olanto's field of vision at a speed that caught people off guard.

Finally, a punch to the brain.

Li Qing's fist, which was powerful enough to break rocks, struck Giorno's head without reservation.

But Giorno, who was hit by this heavy punch, was unharmed.

He stood there motionless, still feeling the impact of the mighty fist power spreading in his brain like a flood and tsunami.

This shock wave continued to wreak havoc inside the brain, the most fragile and critical part of the human body, and Olanto's panicked roar suddenly ceased.

After a brief silence, Giorno asked:

do you died?

died.

Li Qing paid attention to the kill notification sent by the system and confirmed:

It seems this guy is not as 'advanced' as he said.

His brain center is as fragile as a human being, and it cannot withstand the direct bombardment of the echo bomb.

but.

He glanced at Giorno hesitantly:

Are you OK?

Although that thing is dead, his 'body' seems to still be in your body.

It doesn't matter.

Giorno responded calmly.

Olanto's parasitic ability is not to make an extra piece of flesh grow in the host's body, but to make his body and the host become one.

Therefore, even if there is no way to expel the 'corpse', Giorno will not have any foreign matter left in his body, let alone get sick from it.

On the contrary, after being fused with Olanto's flesh and blood, his body became much stronger.

The only thing to note is.

Giorno looked at the human face growing on his arm with disgust:

This thing needs cleaning.

As he spoke, he took out the dagger without hesitation and cleanly sliced ​​off Olanto's face, which was always frozen in fear.

The process was naturally a bit painful, but as a qualified stand-in messenger, Giorno made no unnecessary noise throughout the process.

With a wave of the knife, the flesh was chopped, and then the golden experience was used to help replace it with new flesh and skin. A major surgical operation was completed.

Won?

Bucciarati and others breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Fuge suddenly reacted after being shocked for a long time:

If you win, come here quickly!

He tried hard to move his head, which was on a ball of flesh, and stared at Giorno with extremely resentful eyes:

My head is still on this meat ball.

Hurry up and create a body for me!

clear.

Giorno gave a rare smile.

Although he had to put Fugo's head on the meat ball as a last resort, I have to say that this guy's current appearance is indeed very funny.

He reluctantly suppressed his smile, and ran to the headless body left by Fugo and touched it:

It's still hot.

There is no need to make a new body. If you cut off the face on it, you can still reattach the head and use it again.

With that said, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the golden experience, and concentrated on reshaping Fugo's headless corpse.

Apaki and Nalanjia on the side looked dumbfounded, and Fuge even saw the corners of his eyes twitching. He wanted to curse but couldn't.

Bucciarati didn't waste time watching the show.

He turned around and discussed with Li Qing very seriously the possible consequences of this encounter.

And on the other side.

In the corner that no one noticed.

Mista, who was leaning against the old willow tree, opened his eyes drowsily.

He was thrown on the side of the road by Li Qing from the beginning. He never woke up and was not affected by the battle.

And now, Mista finally regained consciousness slightly:

It hurts so much

Am I still alive?

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his brain splitting in pain.

There is nothing we can do about this.

The piece of meat that Melancholic Blues replayed back then had a weight comparable to that of a truck and a speed that exceeded that of a motorcycle. If an ordinary person was hit head-on by such a thing, it would be a miracle that he could survive.

But Mista only woke up after being unconscious for a few dozen minutes.

He used his still somewhat blurry eyes to look at the surrounding environment vaguely:

Strange roads, strange cars, strange willow trees, strange corpses

ah? !

Mista was suddenly startled: Corpse?!

That's right, as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed a corpse lying on the road a few meters away from him.

The corpse was covered in ulcers and pus, and looked like it had some terrible plague.

What the hell!

Mista instinctively shrank back.

As he shrank, his arm on the ground accidentally pressed something hard:

cell phone?

Who fell here?

Mista picked up the phone curiously and tried to open his eyes to take a look:

Oh, why did you call me? Did I accidentally touch the dial button just now?

Calling the boss?

Who is the boss? Whose phone is this? Where am I?

His consciousness was dizzy in this series of doubts, and his headache became more and more severe.

But at this time, the call had already been dialed:

Hello?

A very oppressive voice came from the other end of the phone:

Fernando?

Fernando is a member of the personal bodyguard directly affiliated with the boss, so he was naturally angry with Diavolo before arriving at the scene.

Therefore, without waiting for Fernando over there to speak, Diablo immediately asked uncontrollably:

The Bucciarati team should have arrived at the scene before you, but they haven't reported to me yet.

Tell me, what's going on?

ah?

Mista's mind was groggy and he subconsciously replied:

Fernando?

Who...oh...by the way, are you the 'boss'?

I just picked up this phone.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the other party's shocked, angry and even slightly manic growl:

You're not Fernando!

who are you?!

I?

Mista answered in a daze: Gedo Mista!

Gedo Mista?

The voice on the other end of the phone became colder: Are you that Li Qing's companion?

Li Qing.

Mista struggled to recall, and then finally remembered why he fainted before:

Oh. It’s the bald guy. I was beaten by terrorists just because I helped this guy.

And before he could say anything, the voice on the other end of the phone became even more terrifying:

Fernando was dealt with so quickly and Bucciarati has not responded yet.

hateful!

The person who killed me actually dared to call me!

You are the first person who dares to humiliate me like this!

Diavolo was extremely angry:

Gedo Mista, right?

Wash your neck and wait for me. I will definitely chop you into human body slices, soak you in formalin, embed it in tempered glass, and then mail it back to your hometown with the world's most rubbish FedEx!!

ah?

Although his mind was not very bright, Mista was still a little angry instinctively:

Why are you shouting so loudly!

Who wouldn't say harsh words!

I xxxx will kill you within three days. If you don't hear xxxx, my ashes will be spread out for you!

He cursed a lot of street gangsters in one sentence, which made Diavolo tremble with anger.

Finally, the call was hung up harshly.

At this time, Li Qing's voice suddenly sounded from the side:

Huh? You've woken up?

Well

Mista put down the phone blankly and looked up again:

Li Qing?!

His head was not working well just now, and his five senses were also very confused. He actually didn't notice that Li Qing and others were standing brightly not far away.

Li Qing was just discussing things with Bucciarati, and he also didn't notice Mista here.

It's okay to wake up and go to the hospital by yourself.

It's too dangerous here, please don't get involved again.

Li Qing gave a few casual instructions and prepared to send Mista away directly.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong:

etc.

Boy, who were you talking to on the phone just now?