Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 80 The Boss' Call

After understanding the wonderful feature of 'teammates without injury' 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 started, no, to be precise, it was imprinted on his head.

And the moment Oranto realized the danger, Li Qing in front of his eyes had already disappeared from the spot:

"Echo Strike!"

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

This phantom suddenly drew a straight trajectory in the air, and it was continuously enlarged in Oranto's field of vision at an unprepared speed.

Ultimately, a punch straight to the brain.

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

But Giorno, who was bombarded by this heavy punch, was safe and sound.

He stood there motionless, still spreading the impact in his brain from the fist force as vast as a flood and tsunami.

This shock wave continued to wreak havoc in the most fragile and critical brain of the human body, and Oranto's panicked roar was immediately silenced.

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 that this guy is not as 'advanced' as he said."

"His brain center is as fragile as that of a human being, and he can't withstand the direct bombardment of Echo Slam."

"but."

He glanced at Giorno with some hesitation:

"Are you OK?"

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

"It doesn't matter."

Giorno responded calmly.

Oranto's parasitic ability is not to make the host grow a piece of meat, but to make his body and the host merge into one.

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

On the contrary, after merging with the flesh and blood of Oranto, his body became much stronger.

The only caveat is that .
Giorno looked at the human face growing on his arm with some disgust:

"This thing needs to be cleaned up."

As he said that, he took out the dagger without hesitation, and cleanly cut off Oranto's face that was always frozen in fear.

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

With a swipe of the knife, the meat is chopped, and then the golden experience helps to replenish new flesh and skin, a major surgical operation is over.

"Won?"

Bugarati and the others heaved a long sigh of relief.

And Fuge suddenly reacted from the long shock:

"Hurry up if you win!"

He tried his best to move his head that grew on the meat ball, and stared at Giorno with extremely resentful eyes:
"My head is still growing on this meatball."

"Hurry up and create a body for me!"

"clear."

Giorno gave a rare smile.

Although he had no choice but to put Fugo's head on the meat ball, but I have to say that the current appearance of this guy is indeed very funny.

He barely suppressed his smile, and ran to the headless "corpse" left by Fuge and touched it:
"It's still hot."

"There's no need to make a new body, the human face can be cut off and the head can be used again."

As he said that, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the golden experience, and concentrated on making up Fugo's headless "corpse".

Apaki and Nalanja on the side were stunned, and Fugo's eyes twitched, wanting to scold but couldn't.

Bugarati didn't waste his time watching the theater.

He turned his head, and seriously discussed with Li Qing the possible follow-up effects of this encounter.

And on the other side.
In a 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 very beginning, and he never woke up, nor was he 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 ached with pain.

This is also impossible.

Back then, the piece of meat that was replayed on the melancholy blues was as heavy as a truck and faster than a motorcycle. It was a miracle that ordinary people survived a head-on collision with this kind of thing.

And Mista just woke up after being unconscious for 10 minutes.

He looked at the surrounding environment in a daze with his still blurred eyes:

Strange roads, strange cars, strange willows, strange corpses
what? !

Mista was startled suddenly: "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 festered and pus was all over its body, and it looked like it had some terrible plague.

"What, what are you doing!"

Mista shrank back instinctively.

With this shrinking, 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 wide:
"Oh, why did I call over? Did I accidentally touch the dial key just now?"

"Calling. 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 phone has already been dialed:

"Hey?"

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

"Fernando?"

Fernando is directly under the boss's personal guards, so he naturally communicated with Diablo before arriving at the scene.

So, without waiting for "Fernando" over there to speak, Diablo immediately couldn't hold back and asked:

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

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"what?"

Mista was in a daze, subconsciously replied:
"Fernando?"

"Who. Oh.. By the way, you are the 'boss'?"

"I just picked up this phone"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party's shocked, angry, and even faintly manic growl:
"You are not Fernando!"

"who are you?!"

"I?"

Mista replied in a trance: "Gaido Mista!"

"Guedo Mista?"

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

"Li Qing."

Mista recalled it with difficulty, and finally remembered why he fainted earlier:
Oh. It's that bald head. I got beat up by terrorists for helping this guy

And before he could speak, the voice on the other end of the phone became even more frightening:
"Fernando was dealt with so quickly and Bugarati has not responded yet."

"hateful!"

"The person who killed me dared to take the initiative to call!"

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

Diablo was already furious to the extreme:
"Guedo Mista, isn't it?"

"Wash my neck and wait, I will definitely chop you into human body slices, soak them in formalin, embed them in tempered glass, and then mail them back to your hometown with the world's most trashy FedEx!!"

"what?"

Although his mind was not bright enough, Mista was still instinctively angry:
"Why are you yelling so loudly!"

"Who wouldn't say harsh words!"

"I xxxx raped you within three days, if you hear xxxx, I will give you the ashes!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he cursed a lot of dirty words about street gangsters, which made Diablo tremble with anger.

Finally, the phone was hung up harshly.

But at this time, Li Qing's voice suddenly sounded from the side:
"Huh? Are you awake already?"

"Well"

Mista put down the phone in a daze, then looked up again:
"Li Qing?!"

Just now, his head was not bright, and his five senses were also very confused. He didn't notice that Li Qing and others were standing brightly not far away.

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

"It's good to wake up, you go to the hospital by yourself."

"Our side is too dangerous, don't get involved any more."

Li Qing casually ordered a few words, ready to send Mista away directly.

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

"and many more."

"Boy, who were you calling just now?"

(End of this chapter)