On a street corner in Granada, Hoffa stood motionless, holding his wheelchair, panting.

He did not activate ghost walking, and was just in a normal stealth state at the moment.

A group of soldiers rushed past without noticing the chameleon-like Hoffa stuck between two trash cans.

The sound of the soldiers' footsteps disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But then an angry roar came from the distance.

He stood at the entrance of the alley and turned around to look. He saw the Gestapo whose face was swollen by his own burns rushing into the jeep, picking up the walkie-talkie and blaring wildly.

Just after he finished shouting, violent magic fluctuations were heard in the air. A man appeared beside him out of thin air. He was dressed very much like Schmidt Lutloff's men.

A wizard actually Apparated here!

Damn it, these Germans even know the secrets of wizards!

After the two exchanged a few words, the wizard immediately disappeared.

Hoffa's inner thoughts are not good. The Disillusionment Curse is not a ghost walk. It is too easy to detect.

At that moment, he did not dare to hesitate, changed the direction and ran away quickly. As soon as he started running, the wizard in the distance immediately noticed the fluctuation of magic power. He apparated to the top of the floor, scanning the bottom with his eyes like an eagle.

It didn't take long for the wizard standing high up to detect the location. He pointed at the street where Hoffa was invisible and whispered an order.

Countless soldiers with guns rushed over quickly, and the wizard also pulled out his wand and began to release confinement spells.

Hoffa had no choice but to use Ghost Walk again and quickly rushed out of the surveillance range of the evil wizard.

As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of spikes sprouted out of thin air in the alley behind him, like traps in a dungeon. It was a terrifying transformation spell.

Hoffa did not dare to look back, so he pushed his wheelchair and turned left and right to an abandoned store that was in disrepair and got in. As soon as he entered, he exited the stealth state due to lack of magic power.

At this moment, the streets of Granada, which had been peaceful just now, were filled with running soldiers, jeeps roaring past quickly, and some ordinary people howling like ghosts on the streets.

Hoffa finally realized the turbulence of this era. The Spanish Civil War had just ended. If there was a slightest hint of wind, the entire city would be under martial law.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated for a while.

At this time, there was a noisy sound nearby, and some soldiers began to enter the store to investigate. Hoffa could not stay in the abandoned store for too long, so he crept out with his wheelchair.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, he stretched out his head to take a look. After just one glance, Hoffa retracted his head.

People were checking on both sides of the street. On the left were Spanish soldiers in blue military uniforms, and on the right were German soldiers. They blocked all the roads.

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

Do you want to use Blood Bloom to transform magic power again?

Hoffa was confused. The transformation technique would break the body's balance. If he used it again, he would have no trump card if there was an emergency.

He frowned and looked at it for a moment.

The German army conducted a very professional search and spared no one. Everyone passing by had to kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads, waiting for inspection.

At the other end of the street, the guards at that end were a group of Spanish soldiers wearing cyan military uniforms and red ropes. Their inspection was a little gentler. Those soldiers only inspected men, not women.

Maybe it's because of their own country.

At this moment, they are quickly evacuating the crowd.

A baby's cry reached Hoffa's ears.

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

Hoffa touched his chin when he saw this scene.

The magic power is not enough for Ghost Walk, but it is enough to support a single transformation spell.

Seeing another group of German soldiers rushing towards this side, Hoffa did not dare to hesitate. He leaned towards the corner and took the wand to turn his clothes into women's pleated skirts and turned the sneakers on his feet into red.

High heel.

Then, he clicked on the wheelchair and turned it into a big stroller.

Silby was stunned. He looked at Hoffa with a napkin stuffed in his mouth. He couldn't say a word and could only whine.

Hoffa pulled the napkin from his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to cry?"

Silby nodded in shock: "Yes..."

"Then you cry."

Silby let out a high-pitched cry.

Hoffa's scalp was numb, but now was not the time to care. He pulled up the top of the stroller and covered the giant baby Silby.

Then he turned the wand into a huge red brimmed hat, covering his face.

Hoffa lowered his head and pressed his hat, blending in with the group of women, pushing the stroller forward in a hurry, his blood flowing rapidly, and his heart beating like a drum.

When the women heard the cries, they unconsciously moved out of the way.

A group of Spanish soldiers ran through the street yelling, not paying any attention to the lady next to her whose stroller was several sizes larger than the normal stroller.

They saw a "female" pushing a stroller over. They immediately stepped forward, yelled something they couldn't understand, and pressed Hoffa's shoulders to push him out of the crowd.

As soon as they emerged from the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns one after another. They started shouting loudly, and Hoffa was startled.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they were not targeting him, but several men behind him who wanted to follow him to fish in troubled waters, but were stopped by soldiers.

After getting out of the crowd and leaving the fully guarded street, Hoffa finally breathed a sigh of relief as countless terrified people passed by him.

Damn it! World War II hasn’t officially started yet. Is the world already so scary?

Hoffa pushed the stroller across three streets in a row. He hurriedly walked to a sparsely populated corner, preparing to find a hidden place to undo this terrible transformation.

When they reached the entrance of a sparsely populated alley, Silby was still crying, and the sound made Hoffa extremely uncomfortable.

"Stop crying!" Hoffa said angrily.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

"Depend on!"

Hoffa opened the canopy of the stroller and tried to stuff the napkin into Silby's mouth again.

When he opened the ceiling, he saw Sylby pretending to cry, winking at him, drooling, and laughing so hard that she was already convulsing.

But then, Hoffa saw Silby's smile gradually disappearing, and he turned to look ahead in astonishment.

He turned his head sharply.

A tall, slender figure appeared on the street corner, a guy Hoffa least wanted to see.

Appeared.

Osilvia probably came back from shopping for clothes and was planning to go back to find Hoffa. She probably didn't find a green dress that she liked too much. At the moment, she was wearing a black Arab dress and a veil. She was holding a paper bag of bread and

Other foods.

Seeing the "woman with a baby" in front of her, Osivia was initially startled, then she moved aside, and then she began to feel something was wrong, and then she took a closer look.

She opened her mouth and widened her eyes.

Three seconds later, the paper bag she was holding fell to the ground with a clatter, and the baguette in the bag rolled next to Hoffa's red high heels.

On the streets of a foreign country, the distance between two people is only about two meters.

But the real distance has spanned time and space.

An awkward draft blew through Hoffa's pink skirt, and a few fallen leaves floated between the two of them.

Hoffa's breathing began to become a little rapid, and his hands and feet gradually lost their warmth, as if they were in a black hole, spinning and falling...

His face turned from white to red, then from red to green, then from green to black, and finally from black to pale.
Chapter completed!