Chapter 105 I'm Sorry
Li Qing crushed the cockroach into pieces.
The damage suffered by the stand was transmitted back to the original body in equal proportion. Willy, who was originally unaware of everything and tried to pounce on Giorno to suck his blood, immediately felt like someone had hit him on the head with a steamroller and punched him countless times, and his whole body "deflated".
He collapsed heavily to the ground, his bones shattered, his skin torn, and blood gushing out.
Unspeakable pain enveloped his entire body, and his fragile will was on the verge of collapse, because the powerful strength he gained from being transformed into a vampire was no longer effective.
Willy was completely defeated.
Li Qing immediately used the Golden Bell Cover to rush forward, making it impossible for Willy to get close to the seriously injured Giorno.
"Huh..." Li Qing, still in shock, rubbed the ground with his feet, using such great force that he wished he could grind off the soles of his shoes stained with cockroach fluid in one go.
Then, his complexion looked a little better and he gently helped Giorno up from the ground.
Giorno endured the severe pain of nerve severance and remodeling, and hurried to let Golden Experience open his body and create replacement organs and bones in several key areas.
After saving his life and regaining his mobility, he immediately rushed to his companions who were also on the verge of death, and used emergency measures to help Fugo, whose lower body was cut in half, and Bucciarati, who had suffered severe blows and broken bones.
Although there was no time to heal their injuries one by one , and Fuge, who was the most seriously injured, was still connected to an emergency "meat ball" in his lower body, this at least saved their lives temporarily.
"Successfully?"
Bucciarati woke up in severe pain, his consciousness still a little hazy.
He had just seen his father standing at the gate of heaven, smiling and waving at him.
"Yes." Giorno helped Bucciarati heal his legs first and helped him stand up shakily.
“Cough, cough, cough.” Bucciarati spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty and smiled with some relief: “To be honest… even though we fought until the very last moment, I myself found it hard to believe that we could win.”
"Yeah, ahem...that man is really scary."
Narancia staggered against the wall, looking at Giorno with complicated eyes that had just "seen" his dead mother not long ago:
"Hey, Giorno, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such a father?"
"Call your dad for help. Even if it's an organization or a boss, it should be easy to kill, right?"
The atmosphere gradually became relaxed and everyone had the energy to make jokes.
"Help?" Giorno sighed helplessly: "I have no impression of this old man, but judging from my mother's attitude, he should have been dead for a long time."
"Is he dead..." Everyone was silent.
After finally defeating a replica by using Willy as their vital point, they simply couldn't imagine that anything in the world could defeat the real Dio.
"That's right."
After a brief sigh, Bucciarati remembered the culprit of this incident: "Where's Willy?"
"Not dead yet."
Li Qing, who had been squatting in the shadows, fiddling with the seriously injured Willy as if he were studying some exotic creature, spoke up:
"Vampires... can also transform followers... they can't be killed by conventional means..."
"Hey, hey... this world even has vampires, so there shouldn't be magic, qigong, monks, or paladins, right?"
Li Qing, who didn't know much about JOJO, suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this worldview.
"I haven't heard of any of this crap."
"But before today, I didn't believe that there were such things as vampires in the world."
Bucciarati sighed with some emotion.
He supported his body, which had not yet fully recovered, and walked step by step towards Willy, who should have died long ago but had not.
Bucciarati glanced at Willy, and Willy looked back at Bucciarati with his panicked...fearful and painful eyes:
"Bucciarati..."
Willy, whose whole body was crushed and later manipulated by Li Qing like a frog on a dissecting table, pleaded pitifully:
“Please…please spare me.”
"I just lost my mind, I, I don't want to die..."
His throat was hoarse and his eyes were weak, like a rat that was about to be put in a cage and drowned.
Bucciarati remained silent, looking at the blood flowing all over the alley.
Some of the blood belonged to him and his companions, and some came from the thugs who had been devoured.
So, without any hesitation, Bucciarati said to Li Qing in a cold voice:
"Throw him into the sun and put an end to him."
"This bloodthirsty and evil monster should not be allowed to exist in this world."
"good."
Li Qing did not hesitate at all.
At first, he fantasized about having vampire bloodline, and then finding a place in this mysterious world to learn some qigong that he didn't know whether it existed or not, and trying to develop some unstoppable fusion skills like in the novels, unlock the genetic lock and become One Punch Man.
However, after witnessing the huge weakness of "dying in the light" and Willy being useless even after becoming a vampire, Li Qing no longer had any interest in this legendary bloodline.
He pulled the only vampire they knew from the ground and threw him mercilessly into the sunlight without any shadows.
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
There was a slight grilling sound at first, and then Willy's skin, flesh and bones began to peel away in the blazing sun.
“Aaaaaaah!!”
Enduring this purgatory-like pain, his pitiful eyes instantly turned into unspeakable hatred: "Damn it... Buccellati! It's you who made me like this! I clearly have such powerful strength, but you looked down on me and despised me, and didn't give me the chance to change my fate..."
"This is all your fault!!"
“…”
Bucciarati remained silent and did not answer.
And in the ashes turned from the melted flesh and blood, Willy used up his last bit of strength to curse Bucciarati with great hatred.
Bucciarati still said nothing, but just watched Willy die quietly.
finally…
Just when his brain was about to be burned out by the sun and his consciousness was completely blurred, Willy, with a distorted expression and angry eyes, finally inadvertently saw the silent gaze of Bucciarati:
What kind of look is that?
Anger, disgust, but obviously, with a kind of regret, a kind of pity, and an indescribable tenderness.
Gentle...Why does he look at me like that?
I almost killed all of them, but Bucciarati... is still feeling sorry for me?
Why?
And...his eyes look so familiar.
In his final moments, Willy recalled memories that had been forgotten:
That's his mother.
His mother had once taken great care of him and was the only safe haven in his miserable life.
But after Willy repeatedly on his mother, she finally became completely disappointed with this child who was cowardly and incompetent in front of others but irritable and angry behind their backs.
At the moment when she made up her mind to kick Willy out of the house, her eyes were as complicated as Bucciarati's now:
Anger, disgust, but also a kind of tenderness that cannot be given up.
ah…
It turns out that it was my mother...
Did I, a useless person who only gets angry at people close to me, unknowingly regard the gentle Buccellati as a mother who could continue to tolerate me?
Damn…
In front of outsiders, he is a loser who lives by reading the air, but he keeps his worst, most arrogant and unreasonable side for his family...
It turns out that I have always been such a damn guy.
Under the scorching sun, a crystal tear suddenly rolled down the corner of Willy's eye.
The teardrops slowly slid down her cheeks, sparkling in the sunlight.
Soon, the monster that shed this tear turned into ashes that drifted away in the wind, and only this tear slowly fell in the diffused ashes.
Tears fell to the ground and turned into ashes.
Bucciarati vaguely heard: "I'm sorry."
