After understanding the wonderful characteristic of 'teammates are not injured' as a stand-in ability, Orlanto finally understood Li Qing's explanation.

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

The location marker of the Sky Wave had been firmly imprinted on Giorno long before the conversation began, nay, to be precise, on his head.

And the moment Orlanto realized the danger, Li Qing in front of him had already disappeared from the spot:

"Echo Strike!"

There were no waves, no sounds, just an illusion that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The apparition struck a straight trail through the air, magnifying in Orlanto's field of vision at an unbelievable speed.

Eventually, a punch goes straight to the brain.

Li Qing's fist, which was powerful enough to shatter the rock, bombarded Giorno on the head without reservation.

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

He stood still, still being swept through his brain by the force of his fist that was as vast as a flood and tsunami.

The shockwave continued to wreak havoc inside the body's most fragile and critical brain, and Orlanto's panicked roar was immediately extinguished.

After a brief silence, Giorno asked:

"Dead?"

"Dead."

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 says."

"His brain center is as fragile as a human, and it can't withstand the direct bombardment of Echo Strike."

"But..."

He glanced at Giorno with some hesitation:

"Are you alright?"

"That thing is dead, but its 'corpse' seems to be still in you."

"It doesn't matter."

Giorno replied in a calm tone.

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

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

On the contrary, after fusing Orlanto's flesh and blood, his body became much stronger.

The only caveat is...

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

"This thing needs to be cleaned up."

As he spoke, he took out his dagger without hesitation, and shaved off Orlanto's face that had been forever frozen in fear.

The process was naturally a little painful, but as a qualified stand-in messenger, Giorno did not make any unnecessary noises during the whole process.

With a swing of the knife, a chop of meat, and the Golden Experience to help replenish new flesh and skin, a major surgical operation is over.

"Win?"

Bugarati and the others breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Fogg suddenly reacted from a long period of shock:

"If you win, don't hurry up!"

He struggled to move his head on the ball of flesh, staring at Giorno with an extremely resentful gaze:

"My head is still growing on this ball of meat..."

"Hurry up and build me a body!"

"Understood."

Giorno gave a rare smile.

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

He barely suppressed his smile, and ran to the headless "corpse" left by Fogg and touched it:

"It's still hot."

"You don't need to build a new body, you can cut the face on this and connect it to the head and use it again."

With that, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the golden experience, and focused on giving Fogg's headless "corpse" a facelift.

Apaki and Naranga on the side were dumbfounded, and the corners of Fuge's eyes twitched, and he wanted to scold but couldn't.

Bugarati didn't waste his time watching the show.

He turned his head and discussed with Li Qing very seriously the possible aftermath of this encounter.

And on the other side...

In a corner that no one noticed.

Misda, who had leaned back against the old willow tree, opened her eyes in a drowsy state.

He was thrown on the side of the road by Li Qing from the beginning, and he never woke up, nor was he affected by the battle.

And now, Misda has finally regained consciousness a little:

"It hurts... It hurts..."

"Am I alive?"

He struggled to open his eyes, his brain aching.

It's something that can't be helped.

The lump of meat that was replayed in the original melancholy blues had a weight comparable to that of a truck and a speed exceeding that of a motorcycle, and it was already a miracle that ordinary people were hit head-on by such a thing.

And Misda only woke up after a few dozen minutes of fainting.

With his still somewhat blurry eyes, he looked at the surroundings in a daze:

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

Yes?!

Misda was startled: "Corpse?!" ”

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

The corpse was festering and pus-shedding, and it looked like it had some terrible plague.

"What, what!"

Misda instinctively shrank back.

With this contraction, his arm on the ground accidentally pressed into a hard object:

"Cell phone?"

"Who fell here?"

Curious, Misda picked up the phone and tried to open her eyes wide:

"Alas. Why did I call, did I just accidentally touch the dial key? ”

"Calling... Boss? ”

"Who's 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.

At this time, the phone has already been dialed:

"Hello?"

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

"Fernando?"

Fernando is a member of the Boss's personal guard, and he naturally got angry with Diablo before arriving at the scene.

Therefore, without waiting for "Fernando" over there to speak, Diaboloma asked a little uncontrollably:

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

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Huh?"

Misda's mind was groggy, and she subconsciously replied:

"Fernando?"

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

"I just picked up this phone..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the other party's shocked, angry, and even faintly manic low roar:

"You're not Fernando!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Me?"

Misda replied in a trance: "O Gedo Misda! ”

"Gedo Misda?"

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

"Li Qing..."

Misda struggled to recall, and then finally remembered why she had fainted earlier:

Oh... It's the bald head... I was beaten by terrorists because I helped this guy

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

"Fernando was dealt with so quickly... And Bugarati has not replied so far..."

"Damn!"

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

"Dare to humiliate me like this, you are still the first!"

Diablo is already furious to the extreme:

"Gaido Misda, right..."

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

"Huh?"

Although his brain was still not very bright, Misda instinctively got a little angry:

"Why are you yelling so loud!"

"Who wouldn't be ruthless!"

"I xxxx... I will sa you within three days, and I will hear that there is no xxxx, and the ashes will be raised for you! ”

He cursed a lot of swear words from street thugs in one mouth, which made Diablo tremble with anger.

Eventually, the phone was hung up ruthlessly.

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

"Huh? Have you woken up? ”

"Hmm..."

Misda put down the phone blankly and looked up again:

"Li Qing?!"

His head was not bright just now, and his five senses were also very chaotic, so he didn't notice that Li Qing and the others were standing brightly not far away.

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

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

"It's too dangerous on our side, so don't get involved."

Li Qing casually ordered two sentences, ready to send Misda away directly.

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

"Wait..."

"Boy, who were you talking to on the phone?"