"That's right, it's catkins."

In Giorno's magically voice, the catkins fluttering in the air froze with time:

"I don't know if you've ever played a game like this..."

"In the spring, when the ground is covered with catkins, throw a match on it."

"Wow... As long as a small spark, the catkins all over the street will quickly ignite a gorgeous sea of fire like a lit gunpowder fuse. ”

(Never imitate, or you'll be in prison.) ）

"Because the seeds of willow trees already contain natural oils, and the flocculent fibrous structure makes them have a large contact area with the air and have an adequate supply of oxygen."

"And in order to be able to fly lightly, they have a very low water content."

"So..."

Through the heavy "thick fog", this heavy sentence sounded clearly:

"Catkins, this seemingly harmless little thing is actually a more dangerous flammable substance than gasoline!"

"And you..."

Giorno turned sideways and stood firm, one hand subconsciously pinned to his waist, and the other hand firmly and forcefully pointed at the "dense fog":

"While you're busy chasing me, these flammable and dangerous creatures have completely enveloped your body!"

"Got it now, right?"

"From the first moment you stepped into this 'thick fog', you were already in my trap!"

“......”

Hearing this, both Fugar and Naranga's faces were extremely pale.

They looked at their current condition:

There are catkins on the body, catkins under the feet, and catkins flying in the air.

These ordinary white plant seeds fill every space around them, and not only do they not seem dangerous, but they also have a faint and ethereal beauty.

But now it only takes a tiny spark to bring the terrifying Flame Demon to earth.

"It's over... It's over..."

"It's useless to run anywhere... We have... You've broken into the heart of the fire! ”

Naranga's voice was already trembling, and Fugar's face quietly turned pale:

"No... Can't stop thinking... Is there a way..."

"Is there a way to escape?"

The two of them looked around nervously together, but all that came into their eyes was white.

And by this time, Giorno had already taken out a lighter from his arms.

This well-made and exquisite-looking free lighter was taken by him when he was drinking tea in that high-end restaurant - no way, there is a bitter child with a father and no father, and life is so frugal.

"So..."

"Burn!"

The lighter sparked and then collided passionately with gasoline on the ground.

The volatile oil and gas burst into flames, and the flames that rose into the air instantly stimulated the huge energy hidden in the catkins.

Rumble!

The thick catkins that lay on the ground turned into a flaming spirit in an instant.

Crimson flames spread along the white carpet, spreading the bright and deadly fiery red throughout the street.

The flames rose into the sky, and the earth turned to charcoal.

Before the vague figures of Fogg and Narangana hidden in the "thick fog" became clear, they were instantly engulfed in the raging flames.

"Ahh

Soon, there was a terrible scream in the firelight.

Perhaps because of the intensity of the fire, or perhaps because of the severity of the injuries, the screams lasted only for a moment before disappearing with a trembling tailnote.

All that's left is the whistling of the fiery wind.

Giorno stood silently beyond the sea of fire, his golden hair fluttering in the wind.

"Did you win?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the clean sky:

The aeronautical smith that had been hovering above was gone, and all that was left was red fire, white clouds, and blue sky.

Then, the fire gradually subsided.

The catkins burned like black powder, the fire rose quickly and retreated quickly.

After the tsunami-like waves of fire rushed by, all that remained was a black charred ember with thick smoke and sparkling light.

Of course, there are also many street trees whose bark has been set on fire, and there are also a few unlucky shops whose facades have been burned.

But that has nothing to do with Giorno.

That's the aftermath of the firefighters' uncles.

"It should have been a success..."

"I don't know how Li Qing is now, so let's hurry up and meet him."

Giorno thought to himself.

With a wave of his hand, he brushed away the disturbing flaming fumes and stepped on the black embers of the hot sparks.

The alley where Li Qing disappeared was on the other side of the road, and Giorno had to turn around and walk through the fire.

However, at this moment...

"That's not right!"

After taking a few steps back through the embers, Giorno suddenly stopped.

Just now, the smoke was too thick to see clearly, but now that he got closer, he was shocked to find:

"Those two guys... It's gone! ”

"There is no sign of them on the ground!"

Giorno held his breath and looked intently at the ground covered in thick black ash:

No... Nothing.

There was nothing left of the ashes on the ground, and nothing else.

Two big living people... Or maybe it's a corpse, and it just disappeared.

"Where are they?"

Giorno nervously surveyed the surroundings, only to see ashes flying in the air.

"How is this possible..."

"Do they still have any teleportation stand-in abilities?"

"No... If they had this trick, they should have used it when they were chasing me down. ”

"That is to say... They must still be here, hiding somewhere nearby! ”

With this in mind, he was engrossed in examining everything around him further:

Not on the road, not in the cars on the side of the road, and they can't run farther away against the fire...

Well, the only possibility is...

Ground floor?

Giorno's face changed slightly, and he tentatively locked his gaze on the dark ground.

He cautiously walked forward as he let the golden experience use his feet to pluck away the stacks of embers on the ground.

The ground, the ground, or the ordinary ground...

And at this moment...

"That's?!"

Giorno stopped, and he faintly saw some round outline on the ground.

Then, as soon as his face changed, he took a big leap backwards without hesitation.

After all, if things were the way he imagined, then he could never risk stepping within range of the enemy double.

But the enemy attack followed.

Not purple smoke with insufficient range, but ...

"Aviation Smith!"

On the ground covered in black ash, a round discus suddenly rose into the air - this was the manhole cover.

Then, like a rocket bursting into the sky from a missile silo, Aerosmith swarmed its propellers with all his might, and climbed up from under the open manhole cover.

Bang bang –

A rapid and dangerous burst of machine-gun fire ensued.

Even if Giorno had taken a slight precaution in advance, it would have been difficult for him to dodge the machine gun fire of Aviation Smith at such a close distance.

The small, swift bullet slanted out in the firelight, and between the lightning and flint, it struck Giorno on the shoulder without reservation.

"Ugh!"

Giorno let out a muffled grunt of pain and staggered back two steps.

At the same time, he also subconsciously set his eyes on the round hole that suddenly opened on the ground:

It was an ordinary sewer well, about half a meter in diameter and wide, barely fit two men.

And Fogh and Naranga hid there.

They clung to each other, struggling to get stuck close to the entrance.

Obviously, it's already full.

"Hahaha... Didn't expect that, right? ”

"When the fire burned, there was a manhole right under our feet!"

Although the expression was a little funny, the eyes of Fogg and Naranga were still full of confidence:

"It seems that fate is still on our side!"