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

In Gioruno's magical sound, the catkins floating in the air stagnated with time:

"I don't know if you have played such a game."

"When the ground is covered with catkins in spring, throw a match on it."

"Wow, just a small spark, the catkins on the street will quickly ignite a gorgeous sea of ​​fire like ignited gunpowder fuses."

(Absolutely do not imitate, otherwise you will sit in the bottom of the prison.)

"Because the seeds of willow trees contain natural oils, and the floc-like fiber structure makes them have a large contact area with air and have enough oxygen supply."

"In order to fly lightly, their water content is still very low."

"so"

Through the heavy "thick fog", these extremely heavy words and sentences sounded clearly:

"Willow catkins, such a seemingly harmless little thing, are actually more dangerous and flammable materials than gasoline!"

"And you"

Giorno stepped on his body and stood firmly, subconsciously pinning his waist with one hand, and pointed firmly and forcefully at the "thick fog":

"While you are busy chasing me, these flammable dangerous guys have completely wrapped your bodies!"

"Do you understand now?"

"You have already walked into my trap from the first moment you stepped into this 'thick fog'!"

""

After hearing this, Fuge and Nalanga's faces were extremely difficult to see.

They looked at their current situation:

There are catkins on the body, catkins on the feet, and catkins on the sky are still catkins on the sky.

These ordinary white plant seeds fill every space around it, not only not looking dangerous, but also have a faint hazy and ethereal beauty.

However, now only a small spark is needed, and they will bring the terrifying flame demon to the human world.

"It's over"

"It's useless to run anywhere. We have already entered the center of the sea of ​​fire!"

Nalanga's voice was already trembling, and Fuge's face quietly turned pale:

"You can't stop thinking about whether there is a way"

"Is there any way to escape!"

The two of them looked around nervously together, but the whiteness that caught their eyes.

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

This free lighter with excellent workmanship and exquisite appearance was something he could do when he was drinking tea in a high-end restaurant. He had a hard child with his father but no father, and his life was so frugal.

"So"

"Burn!"

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

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

boom!

The thick willow catkins spread on the ground turned into flames in an instant.

The red flames spread along the white blanket, covering the bright and deadly fiery red throughout the street.

The flames soared into the sky, and the earth turned into coke.

Before Fog and Nalangana's blurred figures hidden in the "thick fog" became clear, they were instantly engulfed by the flames ignited.

"Ahhhh!"

Soon, a shrill scream came from the fire.

Maybe it was because the fire was too strong or because the injury was too severe, the scream lasted for only a moment and then disappeared with a trembling tail sound.

All that remains is the whistling sound of the fire wind dancing wildly.

Giorno stood quietly outside the sea of ​​fire, his golden hair trembling in the wind.

"Have you won?"

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

The Aviation Smith, which was originally hovering over the sky, has disappeared, and only red fire, white clouds, and blue sky are left.

Then, the fire gradually stopped.

Willow catkins burn like black gunpowder, and the fire rises quickly and retreats quickly.

After the tsunami-like waves of fire were surging by, all that was left was a piece of black carbonized embers emitting thick smoke and the light of stars.

Of course, there are still many street trees with bark lit, and several unlucky shops with their storefronts burned.

But this has nothing to do with Giorno.

That is the funeral that the firefighters should deal with.

"It must have been successful"

"I don't know how Li Qing is now, so I'd better go and meet him as soon as possible."

Gioruno thought so.

He waved his hand and pushed away the disturbing burning smoke, and stepped on the black embers that had not dissipated the high temperature.

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

"wrong!"

After walking back a few steps along the embers, Giorno suddenly stopped.

The smoke was too thick just now and it was not clear. Now that he was getting closer, he was shocked to find:

"Those two guys are gone!"

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

Giorno held his breath and looked at the thick black and gray ground with all his heart:

There is nothing.

There are only the remaining embers burned by willow catkins on the ground, and nothing else is there.

The two living people may have been corpses, but they disappeared like this.

“Where are they?”

Giorno nervously observed the scene around him, but in the end he only saw ashes flying all over the sky.

"How is this possible"

"Do they have any substitute ability to move instantly?"

"If they don't have this trick, it's time to use it when they chased me."

"In other words, they must be still here and hiding somewhere nearby!"

He thought so in his heart, and he focused on further examining everything around him:

There is no on the road, there is no in the cars on the side of the road, and they cannot run farther away against the fire waves

Then, the only possibility is

underground?

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

He moved forward carefully while allowing the Golden to experience the embers stacked on the ground with his feet.

Ground, ground, or ordinary ground

And just now

"That's it?!"

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

Then, his face changed and he took a big step back without hesitation.

After all, if things were the same as he thought, he would never risk getting within the range of the enemy's stand-in.

But the enemy's attacks came later.

It's not Ziyan with insufficient range, but
To be continued...