Porunarev and Ronan sat down in front of the small restaurant together, and the shop owner went to make his own noodles dinner.

The two of them were still feeling a little panicked because of their inexplicable attacks. After all, this is JOJO's world. In this world, all invincible buffs have negative effects. Maybe a special useless stand-in came out from somewhere, but they can specifically restrain invincibility. This is a world full of crises at all times.

The two of them looked around for a long time, but they didn't find anything, but when they looked back at the mirror next to the store, Porunaref suddenly found that Ronan had disappeared at some point.

"Ronan?" asked Bobo, "It's really strange. We were still talking just now. Could it be that something happened suddenly, right?"

He knew Ronan's ability, so he had long been used to Ronan's elusiveness, but this way of not saying goodbye to him really surprised him.

"Ronan, aren't you coming back yet?"

"It's strange. Even if he has something to do, he should at least tell me..."

Porunarev looked at the crowds on the street and felt something was wrong. Could it be the enemy?

"Speaking of this, when Ronan disappeared, we were looking at this mirror. Is there any social problem?"

Bobo knocked on the mirror, which was very stable. It was just an ordinary mirror with exquisite workmanship. This was not a rare thing in Italy, where the glass craftsmanship was very developed.

"So where will the problem lie?" Bobo hugged his head and recalled the details just now. The problem must be in the mirror, but why there are no clues!

"The problem is actually on the mirror."

"Ronan, come back...ah!" Porunarif was shocked, because the one in front of him was not Ronan at all, but a blurred silver-white light and shadow, but it could make a sound, and it was Ronan's voice.

"What the hell are you?"

"I am Ronan, another Ronan. In your words, I am Ronan's substitute."

"Are you...Ronan's substitute?" Porunarev felt the surging power emitted from this silver-white ball of light. There was indeed a scent of Ronan inside, so he believed the light ball's words.

"But isn't Ronan's substitute unable to exist without Ronan?"

"It used to be, or it was, at first, because I still need to grow."

"Then you..."

"Because of the opponent's substitute rules, I had to be separated from Ronan's soul. Because I had not yet grown up, I can only see this way."

"So that's it. Can the substitute evolve again?" Bobo was really eye-opening.

When it comes to this, Light Group is very familiar with it, because he knows everything Ronan knows, and he also knows many things that naked men don’t know, so he can explain to Porunarev.

"The existence of a substitute is like its substitute messenger. The substitute messenger can grow, and the substitute can naturally transform and evolve. Some people can achieve multiple evolutions of the substitute, while others make the growth of the substitute close to completion because of spiritual stereotypes, and it is unlikely that evolution will occur.

But there is still a way to use external forces to force the substitute to complete evolution. If it were you, you would be very familiar with it."

Porunarev suddenly recalled the treasure that he had forgotten behind his mind, "Are you talking about insect arrows?"

"Yes, insect arrows can pierce the substitute and allow the substitute to achieve real evolution. After the evolution, their existence is closer to a true spiritual life form and has stronger power. However, if the user's qualifications are not sufficient, it will cause the substitute to go crazy."

"So that's it. The insect arrow actually has such a great effect. My vision seems pretty good."

"Well, a substitute who completes this evolution can be called the Soul-Suppressing Song. As for me, you can probably call me [Declaration of Creation·Suppressing Song]."

"Is Creation Proclamation of Soul-Suppressing Song? So handsome..." Porunarev looked at the Creation Proclamation of Soul-Suppressing Song a little envious. It turns out that someone can achieve the evolution of a substitute by relying solely on his own strength? Ronan is really terrible.

"By the way, there is something big, why are you so calm? Didn't Ronan still be taken away by his opponent?"

"Ah, are you talking about this?" Chuangzhen's light ball shook off twice and said indifferently: "Anyway, he won't die, just go in."

"Ah..." Bobo was sweating. It didn't seem like a good thing that the substitute had too high autonomy. Look, he learned to cheat himself, but this tone, this attitude, is clearly Ronan himself!

"But..." Porunarev pointed at the town of Chuang for a while and the mirror for a while, "Is there really no problem?"

"It's okay. Although the opponent this time is a rare space ability owner, he is very rough in the development of his ability. He can only pull people from the real world into the mirror space. Moreover, the strength of the substitute is as garbage as the strength of the main body. Ronan is not at all dangerous."

"Huh!" Bobo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it can't be said that there are no at all, because there are four other substitute messengers in the mirror space."

Bobo's reaction was like a cat with a hair blown, screaming: "What? There are four substitute messengers who are also ambushing the opponent's mirror space?"

"Well, that's right."

"Why are you so calm! What's inside is your body!"

"Ah, that's true..."

"Damn it, cheer me up!"

Porunarev felt like he was going crazy. Why was Ronan's stand-in so lazy? Didn't it mean that the stand-in and the original body are one mind?

"Reassuring, I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Bobo: "…"

That's right, the emperor is not in a hurry, what's the eunuch? Oh, who is the eunuch?

Porunarev quickly threw the thought in his mind aside and asked, "Aren't you worried?"

"Don't worry, there is no problem with the main body, and the four people on the other side don't seem to be checking for the battle. Just put your heart back in your stomach."

"How come you put me back in your stomach? Even if Ronan doesn't die, won't it hurt?"

Creation declares the Soul-Suppressing Song: "...Can you not say so disgusting? It is impossible between us."

"With, I'm a straight man in steel! I'm only interested in beautiful women!"

"Oh, yes, Porunarev is only interested in pretty women, I know."

Bobo: "…"

"By the way, don't worry, don't forget my ability. I broke through the mirror space in minutes, and there was nothing to worry about. We really don't have to be afraid at all."

“That’s right.”

Creation declared that the Soul-Sheng Qu was quiet for a while, and Bobo looked at him nervously, ready to support Ronan at any time.

But the imagined request for support was not waiting. Genesis declared: "Ah, Ronan has already beaten his opponent's substitute messenger over there until his consciousness is blurred. They will come out soon. You can rest assured now, right? Also, don't tell Ronan this guy for my existence, otherwise his subjective consciousness will interfere with the generation of my image, which will be more troublesome at that time."

"Hey? There's still such a thing?"

"Of course, things like substitutes are the spiritual power of substitutes. The substitutes have an unparalleled influence on substitutes, but I don't have much confidence in Ronan's aesthetic..."

Chuangshi announced that he suddenly shuddered because he suddenly remembered that Ronan would make a beautiful girl every time he pinched people. If Ronan knew that he had an opportunity to affect the appearance of a substitute, then it would be terrible to think about it. What if he turned into a beautiful girl?

Porunarev: "Is Ronan that scary?"

"Of course!" Chuangshi declared: "I am Ronan himself. Don't I know myself?"

What Ronan likes to do is antonym of local necrosis - the whole good life.

As he was talking, the declaration of Creation had disappeared. Ronan returned to the normal world. There was a faint brown-haired man at his feet. It seemed that he was the substitute messenger who could pull people into the mirror space. It was so miserable. He didn't win. Moreover, Ronan didn't seem to be injured yet. Tsk, it was even worse.

"Hey, those guys over there? If you don't come out again, I will deal with this guy!"

Four people hidden in the corner of the street walked out, leading a red-eyed man in a black hooded robe. He was very tall and wearing black and white trousers. He looked very trendy and had a strong sense of oppression.

Among the people following him was a man with yellow hair and a decent double-breasted casual suit, with a typical Germanic appearance and ambition.

The other two people, one is a silly man with a dead fish-eye radish head, because he looks like he has no neck and looks very funny; the other is a thin and strong eye mask man, but his behavior is a bit sissy.

"Although you may not believe it, we are here to negotiate. Can you please let my subordinates go? We have always been restrained by your behavior."

The man in black robe in the head said, "By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Risuth, Risuth Nero, and I am the former captain of the assassination unit who enthusiastically organized the assassination."

"Oh? Do you think I didn't keep my restraint against you?" Ronan kicked Iruso to Risut's feet and said, "The person is not dead yet. He is just a fracture of the jaw and a little concussion. He has a correction surgery and stays in the hospital for two days.
Chapter completed!