Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 62

At the moment when the fire ignited, whether it was Fugo or Naranja, they really felt that they were going to die.

Unprecedented despair shrouded my heart, and the memories of my life were recalled before my eyes.

They thought of their childhood, their own life, and Bugarati who changed their lives.
The death procedure is almost done, and the next step is to receive the bento directly.

However, just like the toilet paper handed by the cubicle brother from under the baffle when the legs are paralyzed, the favor of fate always arrives unexpectedly in the extreme despair:

Because of a small sewer manhole, they survived.

"Fate is on our side!"

Fugo and Naranja, who had narrowly escaped death, were so excited that they couldn't restrain themselves.

The two of them were stuck face to face in the narrow manhole, with funny expressions but shining eyes.

Because, the balance of victory has been completely tilted to their side:

"Aerosmith!"

Aerosmith, who had just launched a round of attacks, quickly changed his flying posture in the air, and would aim his gun at Giorno's body again in the next moment.

"Purple smoke!"

A terrifying purple monster instantly appeared five meters in front of Fugo.

As Fugo and Naranga crawled out of the manhole together, it also swooped towards Giorno.

The situation went back to the beginning when the two bullied more and less, but they were far more crushing than at the beginning.

After all, leaving aside the serious injury of being hit by a bullet in the shoulder, Giorno had already exhausted most of his strength when he set up the huge trap just now.

Sweat covered his forehead, and his brain was slightly tingling.

Facing Fuge and Naranja who were attacking ferociously, he didn't even have time to breathe and hesitate, so he had to turn around and run away desperately.

"Do you still want to escape?"

"No need, no need!"

Fuge took a step forward and drove Zi Yan to pursue him quickly, with the excitement of the rest of his life in his voice:
"The trap has failed, the stamina is insufficient, and blood is still gushing from the shoulder"

"You are so broken, there is no chance of escaping!"

It sounds a little arrogant, but it is an indisputable fact.

Giorno's escaping speed was far slower than before, and the severe pain from the wound on his shoulder also affected his actions.

When Aerosmith's bullet shot towards his back again, he didn't even have time to do a complete roll to dodge, and was once again grazed by the small but powerful bullet on his thigh.

Blood gushed out from the wound on the thigh, and the superficial muscles were also torn.

Giorno's steps faltered instantly.

But he didn't give up, not even a subconscious cry of pain.

"Hold on a little longer. Hold on a little longer."

Blood soaked half of his body, but Giorno was still running forward desperately regardless of his injuries.

In this way, he was actually strafing with the machine gun of Aerosmith in the sky, and while being pursued by Ziyan, he desperately escaped a distance of tens of meters.

He had already run far away from the fire scene, and he would be able to break through to the intersection where Apache was stationed by running a short distance.

unfortunately
There is a limit to the active role of consciousness, and the golden spirit cannot change the fact that Giorno was seriously injured, physically exhausted, and lost a lot of blood.

He was still being chased after all.

Zi Yan, the humanoid monster that can release a deadly virus, has aimed his iron fist at Giorno's back.

"Egg Roll Head"

"You're already within range of me!"

Fuge's repressed irritability came out under the ups and downs of the situation.

He shouted frantically and happily:
"Under my murderous virus, die a miserable death!"

As soon as the words fell, the virus capsules growing on Ziyan's fist bones burst open.

The murderous virus spewed out from the ruptured capsule, soon polluting the air around Zi Yan's body into a deadly lavender.

With Ziyan's fist swinging, lavender smoke whizzed out along with the biting fist wind.

In the next moment, these murderous viruses will touch Giorno's back, soak into his skin, and multiply rapidly in his body, inactivating his cells, deteriorating his blood, festering his muscles, and rotting his bones. His death is horrible.

But, at this moment.
Giorno seemed to accept his own fate, but he didn't even make a symbolic resistance, so he stopped running away so suddenly.

Not only did he not continue to run forward, he even turned around and faced Zi Yan's fist that was lingering with the deadly poisonous mist.

What surprised Fugo and Naranja, who had chased him so far, was that
There was no trace of fear on Giorno's face, but calmness:

"You guys really think that"

Facing the rushing purple, his voice remained calm.

At this moment, time seems to stand still:

"Haven't I considered the possibility that the trap might fail?"

"What, what?"

Fuge and Nalan Gaqiqi's expressions changed.

They sensed something was wrong from Giorno's indifferent tone, but the most frightening thing was that they couldn't see what was wrong at all:
How did Zi Yan lose by riding on her face?
Your face is only 17 centimeters away from the killer virus, can you still second me?
In this way, under the tense and puzzled eyes of Fugo and Naranjana, Giorno started his explanation:

“I was a little concerned from the beginning”

"Your purple stand-in has a range of five meters. Logically speaking, you can stand anywhere within five meters of you."

"But no matter when you are chasing me or when you are under attack, you unconsciously let your avatar stand at the maximum distance of five meters away, as far away from your companion and main body as possible."

"I guess."

Giorno looked at Fugo playfully:

"I'm afraid you did this to prevent yourself from being hurt—that lavender poisonous gas is also effective on you!"

"So, so what?"

Fuge still didn't understand where he had a flaw:

"Do you still want to use my poisonous gas to defeat me?"

"This is impossible!"

Even though he said so, Fugo still couldn't help feeling terrified because of the unknown.

He can only use words to imply that he is calm:

"Impossible. Impossible!"

"Ziyan's poisonous gas will lose its activity in the sun when it spreads out to a range of two meters at most. As long as you keep a distance, how can I be involved when I am five meters away!"

"It's you. You egg roll head"

"Your face is only so far away from the poisonous gas, can you still return the poisonous gas to me?"

"OK."

Giorno replied lightly:

"You should know it yourself, right?"

"The killing range of the purple poison gas is only two meters, not because they are limited to this distance by some rules, but because the short effective time before they lose their activity is only enough for them to diffuse to two meters away."

"So."

"In the same 3 minutes, some people can run a complete 1000 meters on the track and field, but some people can only gasp for breath in the second lap."

"The time is fixed, but it doesn't mean that the distance they run will be fixed."

"That is to say."

His cold eyes pierced through the purple smoke, and firmly fixed on Fugo's face:

"I just need to find a way to speed up the diffusion of poisonous gas so that they can run the five meters before they fail, and they will be able to attack your body!"

"And this method of accelerating poison gas is"

"wind?"

Fugo answered this way.

As the owner of Ziyan, he certainly knows the characteristics of his substitute ability:
"Indeed, as long as there is a strong wind blowing, the poisonous gas can spread to farther places with the help of the wind."

"But how could I not be clear about this?"

"In order to prevent the strong wind from blowing the poisonous gas on me, every time I fight, I carefully observe the wind direction on the battlefield!"

"Now."

"You and Ziyan are both five meters to the east of me, and the road is blowing with a slight westerly wind blowing from west to east—"

"This wind direction will only help me blow the poisonous gas towards you!"

Fugo roared hysterically, as if a louder voice could make him forget the extremely bad feeling in his heart.

However, Giorno completely shattered his self-deception:

"is it?"

"Are you really sure that the next blow will also be the west wind?"

"Of course!"

Fuge gritted his teeth and said:
"This is not a special area, how can the wind direction change?"

"and many more."

His expression froze for a moment.

At this moment, he thought everything through.

The unburned fire field behind him was still spreading scorching heat waves to the surroundings.

However, the heat wave blowing on Fugo's body was like the freezing wind from the North Pole, chilling his back.

"BIG FIRE. HEATING THE AIR"

Naranja still maintained a dazed expression.

But Ba Fuge, who was admitted to university at the age of 13, muttered to himself with a startled expression:

"Hot air expands and rises, forming a chimney effect. Then according to the principle of thermal convection, the surface of the fire will be generated."

"Strong centripetal gust!"

His face was as pale as paper.

And Giorno raised his hand and snapped his fingers calmly:

"Dongfeng, get up!"

(End of this chapter)