The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

In terms of painting style, because Araki's own painting style is actually a little different from that of Kishibe Rohan, this time JOJO's painting style is not so muscular, but follows the painting style of Kishibe Rohan's pink and black boy.

But Jonson is quite interesting to watch, and although the plot is the same, the storyboard design and lines of each frame are different from the original, and there are even more exciting places.

It shows that Kishibe Rohan is still different from Bunshoko in his previous life, and he is really an excellent manga artist.

"Not bad." Johnson said suddenly.

Kishibe Rohan smiled.

"I'm going to draw the fourth part now." Kishibe Rohan said with a smile, "The first part has already been serialized, and the results have far surpassed my "Pink and Black Boy"."

This time Jonson ridiculed Kishibe Rohan more than once, but he never became angry, but talked to me in a pleasant manner. Kishibe Rohan like this is very strange, unless...

"That's right, Jonson, you must have guessed it, right? For the next one, I'm drawing a new story with you PASSION as the main character, and I've also discussed it with Mr. Prosciutto."

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"That's why I came here today to listen to your story... Oh, don't go!"

"Hey, Giorno, why are you just like your brother?"

Chapter 273 White snake (White snake)

Manchester, New Hampshire, United States

The flying wind blows Fuika's fluffy fur, and the snow in Manchester this year comes very early, and the white snow is like flying goose feathers.

All you can see is clear land.

She was wearing white fur and black boots, her skin was also brightened by the white snow, and braids in intricate patterns protruded from the bottom of her hat.Wrapped in a good-looking long coat with ethnic style.

A pair of bright blue eyes reflected the white snow like a clouded sky.

Standing beside her was a silent man, wrapped in a thick scarf, about [-] meters tall, without a hat, showing short white hair, his face was also wrapped in a scarf, and only a pair of light blue eyes were exposed Eyes, sunken eye sockets.

Fuika heard the sound of uniform prayers coming from the somewhat Gothic but very simple church, and the fine white snow like catkins was blown up by the wind.

"Thank you my Lord. Amen."

A very neat prayer resounded within, and thus the Sunday prayers ended.

Fuika heard the sound of the end, and saw believers with different looks coming out of it. Fuika's clothes were a bit quaint, and she was very beautiful, so she was always watched by many people.

When the people were almost gone, Fuika led the tall man in from the outside.

Fuika looked up, and the priest was sorting out the materials for his sermon. There was a cross-shaped window on the wall behind him, which was covered with snow.

"Father Puqi." Fuika said with a smile.

Puqi raised his eyes, smiled, stepped down from the podium, and said, "Sorry, I neglected you, Miss Fuika."

"It's okay, I'm outside listening to the grace of the Lord."

"It's still cold here, come with me into the house." Puqi glanced at Fuika, and then at a strong man behind him, "Who is this?"

"My disciple is just a predestined person."

Pucci nodded and smiled at him, and the tall, gray-haired man also politely returned the gift.

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Pucci's living room looks very narrow, although Pucci is actually a quite famous priest, cathedrals all over the United States invited him to be a priest, but he refused.

Instead, he came to be an ordinary priest in the most remote town here in Manchester.

"I actually didn't expect you to come here in person," said Father Puqi.

"I happen to be in Greenland, so it's more convenient to come here. I'm also a rootless person. No matter where I go, it's my goal." Fuyka smiled with squinted eyes, and her eyes were bent into beautiful arcs because of the smile. .

She looked as if she had just turned twenty, a middle age between a woman and a girl.

"If I'm looking for you, there's something important." Puqi said without saying a word.

Then Fuika quickly understood what he meant, and signaled the white-haired man behind her to go outside.

The white-haired man was wearing long black boots, his eyebrows were also dyed white by the wind and snow, and he walked out in silence.

Sure enough, Pucci took out a dozen pages of paper from a box.

Fuika's eyes were bright, revealing a curious expression.

"You must already know about this, right? Miss Fuika." Puqi handed him the paper.

Fuika took the papers with some doubts——

"I've seen it, although it's only a few times, I didn't expect Father Pucci to have it too."

"I got it from a few old friends." Pucci said.

Fuika thought for a moment calmly, and felt that it should be given to him by DIO's subordinates. After all, the notebook was scattered by several DIO's subordinates in the hands of the woman who claimed to be the Virgin.

Father Puqi is indeed related to DIO.

"These things were called [God's Whispers] by a person named the Fool, and they have already been partially interpreted, and it turns out that what he interpreted is indeed correct."

"Because of his interpretation, the value of these papers doubled overnight and became something that everyone wanted."

"I was lucky enough to get a few, and I think it is the grace of the Lord." Puqi said lightly: "I want to interpret, but I can't interpret them after exhausting all kinds of methods. In the end, I can only put them on hold."