Chapter 85

On the corner of Granada, Hoffa stood still in his wheelchair. pant for breath.

He didn't start the ghost walk. It's just a normal stealth state.

A group of soldiers clattered past in front of him, and did not find Hoffa stuck in the middle of two garbage cans like a chameleon.

He was relieved that the soldiers' footsteps had disappeared.

But there was an angry roar in the distance.

He stood at the end of the lane and looked around. The Gestapo, who had been scalded by himself, rushed into the jeep, picked up the walkie talkie and grunted.

Just after roaring, there was a violent magic wave in the air. A man appeared next to him out of thin air, dressed like Schmidt lutrov's men.

There's a wizard phantom coming!

Damn, these Krauts even know the wizard's secret!

After a word of conversation, the wizard immediately disappeared in place.

Hoffa's mind is not good. The magic charm is not a ghost walk. It's too easy to detect.

At present, he did not dare to hesitate, changed the direction and ran quickly. As soon as he ran, the wizard in the distance immediately noticed the magic wave. His vision moved to the top of the floor, his eyes sweeping below like falcons.

It wasn't long before the wizard on the high ground detected his position. He pointed to Hoffa's invisible street and grunted out the order.

Countless armed soldiers rushed over quickly. The wizard also pulled out his wand and began to release the imprisons.

There is no way, Hoffa can only use the ghost walk again, quickly out of the monitoring range of the * * wizard.

As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of spikes grew out of thin air in the alley behind him, like a trap in a dungeon. It's a terrible transfiguration spell.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back. He pushed his wheelchair left and right to a dilapidated shop and got in. As soon as he got in, he was out of stealth because of lack of magic.

At the moment, the just peaceful streets of Granada are full of soldiers running, jeeps roaring fast, and ordinary people crying and howling in the street.

Hoffa finally realized that the situation in this era was terrible. Spain had just ended its civil war. A little wind was blowing early, and the whole city was under martial law immediately.

He crossed his knees and meditated for a while.

At this time, a noisy noise came from the side. Some soldiers began to check inside the store. Hoffa couldn't stay in the abandoned store for long. He pushed his wheelchair and crept out.

Standing at the end of the lane, he stretched out his head and only looked at it, then Hoffa retracted his head.

On both sides of the street, there were Spanish soldiers in blue uniforms on the left and German soldiers on the right. They blocked all the way.

Hoffa looked at his magic watch. The red pointer had already bottomed out. The cost of two ghost walks was too huge.

Do you want to use blood color to transform magic?

Hoffa's mind is entangled, and the art of transformation will break the balance of the body. If you use it again, there will be another emergency, but there will be no cards left.

He frowned and looked for a moment.

The German army searched very professionally, and no one was spared. All passers-by must kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands and wait for inspection.

At the other end of the street, the guards were a group of Spanish soldiers in blue uniforms and red ropes. They checked a little bit more gently. The soldiers only checked men, not women.

Maybe it's their own country.

At the moment, they are rapidly evacuating the crowd.

A baby's cry came into Hoffer.

I saw a Spanish woman pushing a pram anxiously explaining something to the soldiers. The soldiers immediately pushed her back and pushed her out of the crowd.

Hoffa, who saw this scene, touched his chin.

Magic isn't enough for ghost walk, but one transmutation is enough.

When he saw another group of German soldiers rushing here, Hoffa didn't hesitate. He leaned to the corner, took his magic wand and turned his clothes into pleated skirts and his sports shoes into red high heels.

Then he ordered a wheelchair and turned it into a big pram.

Sylby was stunned. He looked at Hoffa with a napkin in his mouth. He couldn't say a word, but could only whine.

Hoffa pulled the napkin out of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "do you cry?"

Sylby nodded in shock: "will...

" then you cry. "

Sylby let out a shrill cry.

Hoffa's scalp is numb, but it's not the time to care. He pulls up the roof of the pram and builds the giant baby Silby.

Then the wand is turned into a huge red hat with a big edge, covering the face.

Hoffa, head down, hat pressed, mingled with a group of women, pushing the pram forward in a hurry, blood flowing rapidly, heart beating like a drum.Those women hear the cry, unconsciously get out of the way.

A group of Spanish soldiers ran through the street shouting, not noticing that the woman's pram next to them was several sizes bigger than the normal pram.

They saw a woman pushing a pram over. He immediately stepped forward, uttered something he didn't understand, and pushed Hoffa out of the crowd on his shoulder.

As soon as they got out of the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns. Hoffa was startled by the murmur.

After a closer look, it turns out that they are not aiming at themselves, but there are several men behind him who want to fish in troubled waters, but they are stopped by the soldiers.

Out of the crowd, leaving the full alert of the street, countless frightened people and Hoffa pass by. He was relieved at last.

Damn it! Is the world so terrible before the second world war?

Hoffa pushed his pram across three streets in a row. He hurried to the sparsely populated corner, ready to find a hidden place to relieve the bad metamorphosis.

At the end of a sparsely populated alley, Silby was still crying. The sound made Hoffa miserable to death.

"Don't cry!" Hoffa said angrily.

"Er, ah, ah ~"

"shit!"

Hoffa opened the top of the pram and tried to tuck the napkin back into sylby's mouth.

When he opened the ceiling, Silby pretended to be crying, winking at him, drooling, and already twitching with laughter.

But then Hoffa saw that sylby's smile faded away and turned to look ahead in amazement.

He jerked his head.

A tall and slender figure appeared on the corner, a guy Hoffa didn't want to see.

There it is.

Osivia is expected to come back after buying clothes, and he just plans to go back to find Hoffa. She probably didn't find her favorite green dress. She was wearing a black Arabian dress and veil. Holding a paper bag of bread and other food.

Seeing the "woman with baby" in front of her, osivia was in a daze. Then she gave way. Then, she began to feel that something was wrong. Then, she took a closer look.

She opened her mouth and widened her eyes.

Three seconds later, the paper bag in her hand fell to the ground, and the staff rolled to Hoffa's red high heels.

The distance between two people on the street in a foreign country is only about two meters.

But the real distance is beyond time and space.

A flurry of embarrassing wind blows through Hoffa's pink skirt, and a few fallen leaves float between them.

Hoffa's breathing starts to be short, and his hands and feet gradually lose their temperature, as if he were placed in a black hole, spinning and falling continuously.

his face turns from white to red, red to green, green to black. Finally, there is black and white again.

He felt inexplicably that if he had just been shot by Gestapo, it would be a good choice