JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 35: The Miracle That Isn't Over Yet

He left the hospital and decided to hire another pilot.

Although his whole body ached, he didn't want to stop and rest.

However, he did not forget his billions in assets, because the money the human traffickers left him was not much. Without that fortune, he probably wouldn't be able to hire another pilot and would have to return to theft.

"Let's go to the church again; there shouldn't be anyone there by now."

He held his cheap cell phone, looking at the calls that had come in a few tens of minutes earlier in his contacts. He felt a little apprehensive, and the bad feeling of impending doom had not completely disappeared.

"What does this feel like?"

Chen Miaowen glanced back at the ward of the Ye family on the second floor of the hospital, then quickened his pace and left.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Yefeng was still crying about something, unaware that his grandson was making some noises, such as twitching his eyelashes.

......

The church is still the same church; it hasn't turned into a mad angel.

"The fifth seat in the tenth row of the fourth column."

Finally, he was able to obtain the property that belonged to him. Stepping on that significant stone brick, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"Heh, what part of the body will the angel in the dream use these possessions to form?"

He lifted the stone brick without using much force, as it was obvious that it had been loosened.

After he lifted the lid, his smile froze on his face.

He then quickly lifted up all the nearby bricks, and he was dumbfounded.

There's no such thing as billions in assets, only dirt.

However, unlike the other stone bricks, the soil beneath this stone brick, which should have concealed valuables, extends several centimeters deep, leaving a unique square gap.

"It was taken out?"

His face darkened; the property he had never even seen and didn't know what it looked like had already been stolen.

"It was stolen, so that means my trip to the church was pointless? I almost died, was that near-death battle against a Stand really unnecessary?"

He was somewhat dazed, his mind a jumble.

"What kind of shitty church is this... Are there thieves in a place like this? In such a big place... How did the thief manage to pinpoint this priceless stone brick so precisely? Did they dig it out one by one?"

"Or is it someone who lives in a church every day...like a priest?"

The stone brick wasn't actually very firmly attached to the ground. Although you wouldn't notice anything unusual when you stepped on it, if you pressed your face against the ground and looked closely, you could see some clues.

"Is he a priest? If so, how can we get this money back? He's been in a vegetative state for a long time!"

He immediately rushed outside.

......

"Grandpa, what happened? Why am I blindfolded? I can't see anything...Grandpa."

A miracle unprecedented in a century occurred at the hospital: two patients who had been diagnosed as being in a vegetative state awoke spontaneously an hour later.

Yefeng had never left the hospital, so when he saw his grandson open his eyes and his blue pupils shimmer, his first feeling was not surprise, but panic.

Because he made eye contact with Yedan again, which meant that he was about to be dragged into the dream again.

But his first action was still very decisive.

To prevent the priest and others who had also awakened from being affected by the power, he immediately tore open the bed sheet, ripped a white ribbon, and tied it tightly around Yedan's forehead, completely obscuring his vision.

In his view, his behavior was tantamount to courting death. After all, Yedan would lose his memory and become unrecognizable to his family after seeing him, and would be extremely angry at his impolite behavior, and then kill him with a few gestures.

Even so, he accepted it and had no regrets. He wanted to keep everyone else away from this place as much as possible.

Just as he was shouting "Run!" and about to slip out of the ward, Yedan's childish voice called out to him.

"Yay, Yedan?"

"I'm here, Grandpa! Why are you covering me up? Why are you running away? Waaah, Grandpa, I feel so bad, I'm so scared."

The boy, only ten years old, was slightly damp with vaginal discharge. He did not understand his grandfather's actions and naturally began to cry.

"Don't move, Yedan."

Ye Feng remained vigilant, stopping the nurses who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and then looked out the window.

The world hasn't changed much; pedestrians still laugh and walk under the streetlights, they haven't disappeared.

The window, which let in the moonlight, was closed again, but the moonlight still shone into the room, bright and clear.

"This... is reality. Yedan did not pull me into the dream."

When Theresa was around, they had already concluded, using the process of elimination, that eye contact was the condition for activating the ability.

Now, he had truly looked Yedan in the eye, but the other man had not lost his memory, and the world had not undergone any strange changes, making him doubt whether his conclusion was correct.

"grandfather..."

"It's alright, Yedan, I'm here. It's just that this discharge can't be removed because you can't see sunlight right now. Do you remember when you were little and had allergic reactions to the bright sunlight? It's happening again now. You're currently recovering in the hospital, and your eyes can't see sunlight... This discharge can't be removed for the time being."

"Oh, is that so? Okay then. I'm a little hungry now, Grandpa. I want to eat pizza."

Pizza is Yedan's favorite food, and his grandfather naturally knows that.

Although it seems unbelievable, Yefeng believes that his grandson has returned to normal. Perhaps in that world, as the boss said, he was crushed to death, and his substitute Satan died with him.

"I'll order you a super large portion."

"Nurse!"

The area outside was already packed with people. The nurses and doctors were speechless with shock; they had witnessed a historical miracle, so their astonishment was understandable.

"Ah, ah, I'm here. The patients have quickly awakened from their vegetative state. I need to record this miracle in the files..."

"No, no, I'll go myself!"

The dean, wearing a white coat, quickly came to Ye Feng's side.

"Sir, congratulations! Your grandson has miraculously awakened. What a touching story!"

"Father, how are you feeling right now? Could you describe it in detail? We need to record it for our future work..."

The hospital, which is usually known for its tranquility, was bustling with activity at this moment, as everyone was happy.

They are delighted that their hospital is about to become world-famous because of this miracle.

"What are you doing?"

The deep voice wasn't particularly loud, but it caused a huge stir in Ye Feng's heart.

He looked at the red-haired man squeezed at the outermost edge of the ward; that was Chen Miaowen, whom he both wanted to see and didn't want to see.

"The plant people miraculously awoke? Including... that Yedan?"

Chen Miaowen immediately noticed the blond, vegetative patient sitting upright on the bed at the far end of the ward, with his eyes covered and a smile on his lips.

His eyes instantly turned cold and fierce. He forcefully shoved aside the fat doctor blocking his way, and in the next moment summoned the Crimson King, quickly stopped time, and attacked Yedan.

"Wait... sir!"

As time flowed, the Red King's right hand pierced precisely into Yedan's chest.