Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 219 Healing
With ease, Giorno replaced Mista's damaged internal organs.

Mista managed to survive.

This dying person who was bleeding from all seven orifices and unable to move a minute ago, unexpectedly climbed up from the ground alive and kicking at this moment.

"Animating the dead brings life and hope."

"Even the stand-in ability is very different from that man's evil."

Jotaro on the side became more and more emotional.

Of course, he was not in a hurry to inquire about Giorno's identity and background, nor did he hold on to it with prejudice.

After all, blood does not determine a person.

Since it is certain that Giorno's spirit shines like gold, why worry about his origin.

Jotaro forgot about Giorno's father for now.

Giorno, on the other hand, stiffened his remnant body and began to use the golden experience to perform skin grafting on his traumatized self.

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

The process was of course extremely painful.

But Giorno was able to hold on to the severe pain while chatting with Jotaro beside him in cold sweat:
"Mr. Jotaro."

"When you came, did you find any trace of a middle-aged man with pink hair?"

This is what Giorno is most concerned about.

Diablo had just been poisoned, and Jotaro Kujo, who he was most worried about, was already there.

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

"A middle-aged man with pink hair."

But Jotaro gave a disappointing answer:

"I did meet outside the Colosseum."

"Unfortunately, I failed to prevent that man from escaping."

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

In this way, Diablo has enough time to escape.

"Is that so"

Giorno frowned:

This is obviously very bad news.

Diablo is not an easy opponent.

The Crimson King's ability is elusive, and he himself is as cautious, stealthy and deadly as a poisonous snake.

If he was allowed to run away like this, there would be endless troubles.

But now that Diablo has disappeared, Giorno's worries are useless:
"no solution anymore."

"Several minutes have passed, Diablo may have run away long ago."

"He is cautious by nature. If you give him enough time to prepare, I am afraid that Apache's melancholy blues will be useless."

"In this way, if we want to find Diablo's whereabouts, we can only find another way."

Giorno muttered to himself, with a serious expression on his face.

The golden experience is still slowly replacing the scorched skin on his body, and the shocking scene of blood dripping makes the current atmosphere even more heavy.

"Feel sorry."

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

Of course, this kind of guilt is not because of Giorno who just met, but because of Polnareff.

Jotaro was regretting, regretting that he hadn't noticed Polnareff's situation earlier, and regretting that he hadn't been able to keep the demon that hurt Polnareff so far just now.

Now that Diablo has disappeared, he doesn't know when he will be able to avenge his best friend.

Thinking of this, Jotaro's clenched fists trembled slightly:
"It's okay, Jotaro."

Polnareff once again uttered such words of comfort.

He was keenly aware that Jotaro had fallen into a state of depression that was difficult to escape after witnessing the tragedy of his severed arms and legs.

This is not what Polnareff wants to see.

This is not what Kujo Jotaro, the unwavering man, should be.

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

"I'm a fighter, and a pair of legs can't affect my will."

Polnareff tried his best to look carefree.

but unfortunately
As much as Polnareff tried to be the unflappable optimist, the hilarious team comedian, Polnareff couldn't play that feeling again.

After all, ten years have passed.

How Polnareff has lived these ten years, only he knows.

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

Now, he is no longer that youthful swordsman who shows off his gorgeous sword skills in battle, nor is he the optimistic young man who still wants to make jokes about "underpants" when he is trapped in the bottom of the sea.

Polnareff has morphed into a grown-up middle-aged uncle, in a heart-wrenching way.

"."

Jotaro didn't say anything more about remorse.

But the atmosphere at the scene 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 interjected "not the time".

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

Although the huge consumption of mental power made him almost helpless, with the support of a healthy body, Giorno's pale face was gradually returning to rosy.

"Mr. Jotaro."

Giorno slumped on the ground, exhaling slowly to recover his strength:

"If you can, please bring Mr. Polnareff before me."

"Ok?"

Jotaro shuddered.

He heard something from Giorno's words: "Could it be, Polnareff's injury."

"I can cure it."

Giorno nodded solemnly.

"Old, old injuries are okay?"

Polnareff's voice faltered suddenly.

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

"also."

Giorno smiled slightly.

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 is missing."

Outside the Colosseum.

Under the manhole cover, in the sewage.

A pair of sharp eyes suddenly opened from the darkness.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Diablo woke up from a brief coma, and he spat out a mouthful of feces with thick oil and red sauce:

"My head hurts so much."

He held his head that was about to split from the pain, and it took a long time before he woke up:
"sewer"

"I, why am I here?"

The poisons that were poisoned before were so strong that Diablo even messed up his own memory.

He couldn't even remember how he escaped from the Colosseum, and he didn't know why he was soaked in the dung pile of the sewer as soon as he opened his eyes.

Rats and cockroaches scrambled together, and the foul-smelling dirty liquid soaked half of his body.

It was pathetic.

Diablo suddenly felt a burst of humiliation, but quickly sobered up:

No matter what, it's okay if people don't die.

Did he escape to a safe place before he completely lost consciousness and saved his life with difficulty.

"So sad"

Diablo was still immersed in that strong stamina.

After struggling for a long time, he barely stood up while supporting the wall of the sewer.

It is said that the sewer is the conscience of a city, but the conscience of Rome is really good.

At least, the sewer was as wide as a small river, enough for Diablo to hide, stop, and move safely underground.

"Got, gotta get out of here."

"This kind of place is not safe enough."

Diablo was keenly aware of his situation.

He began to move along the sewer to a farther and safer place.

But as he walked, he felt that his life was safe, and suddenly he felt a burst of sadness from his heart:
"Damn."

"Where should I go?"

"What's the point of surviving and being completely destroyed with insect arrows? I've already lost the chance to come back."

"Li Qing, Giorno, Bugarati and that damn Jotaro Kujo."

"It's just me now, there is no way to fight against so many powerful enemies!"

Diablo 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 nowhere to live.

"Strength. Power"

"Damn, where should I find strength?!"

Thinking of the fate that seemed irreversible, Diablo was depressed almost madly.

He just walked aimlessly in the sewer, thinking, like a walking dead who lost his vitality.

"I fell into such a field, can I really change my fate?"

"In the end I'm going to be just like the Rolling Stones predicted."

"Death in 'indescribable misery'?"

Diablo thought so desperately.

At this time, he didn't know where he had gone in the sewer, 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 poured down from the ventilation hole, and in front of the desperate Diablo, it condensed into a straight beam of light in the dark sewer.

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

It suddenly appeared in front of Diablo, like a miracle descended from the sky, just like.
A long golden arrow.

"arrow"

"By the way, it's an arrow!"

Diablo's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly remembered that his life is actually closely related to the arrow.

It is precisely because of the arrows dug up in Egypt that Diablo was able to rely on his invincible stand-in ability and the means of mass-producing stand-in messengers to build such a huge family business with profit.

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

But
"There is not only one arrow!"

Diablo's heart was beating.

This long-lost heart surge made him who was on the road to despair suddenly feel like a new life:
"My arrow was destroyed along with Borbo, and the worm arrow was just destroyed by bullets, but apart from these two, there should be four more arrows in the world."

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

"There's an arrow, right now."

A strange place name located on the other side of the earth, like a life-saving straw, appeared in Diablo's mind:
"Douwang Town!"

(End of this chapter)