In front of me, there is still a busy street and a sunny morning.

The coachman driving a black carriage drove past, the kerosene lamp of the carriage making a tinkling sound. Next to it, a cook who got up early was haggling with a basket on the wooden stalls on the street to choose vegetables.

What a calm, everyday scene.

Hoffa was shocked, what happened?

The scene of his inexplicable death just now was still vivid in his mind. The feeling of powerlessness as the blood flowed from his chest was so real. The despair caused by the pain still made his chest feel clogged.

He wanted to breathe, but found that he couldn't.

Because the control of this black man's body was no longer his, 'he' stood under the wooden sign of the tavern again, looking around with gloomy eyes.

What made him even more desperate happened, at the door of the luxurious villa in front of him. A potbellied old man pushed open the door and walked out. He was dressed like a Muggle congressman, with a hangover on his face and someone who had gotten up early to go to work.

Joy.

Then he got into the car, closed the door, and the carriage left.

As the old man left, the black wizard started to move. He walked towards the alley, exactly the same as before.

hateful!

Hoffa wanted to stop him, but Hoffa didn't know how a completely disembodied existence could stop this guy from dying.

In the alley, the black wizard stretched out his hand to grab the bulge of the Roman column and quickly climbed to a higher place. Hoffa was so anxious that he could not speak or move, so he could only watch.

"Open the Alaho hole." The black man took out his wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumped into the room. The room was the same as before, with scattered wine bottles, beautiful women, postures spread out, and even the saliva at the corner of his mouth was the same...

The black wizard found the globe and opened the tunnel.

The low roar appeared again.

That's right, at this moment.

Control was handed over to Hoffa.

"I cao!"

After uttering a national curse, Hoffa subconsciously ran away and tried to jump out of the window. He did not want to experience the severe pain of his heart again.

However, things went counterproductive.

The thick red tongue still came out of the dark tunnel, caught up with Hoffa in an instant, and nailed him to the window sill like lightning.

The sound of women screaming and the sound of broken wine bottles slowly faded away.

GG.

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…

clang!

clang!

The church bell rang again, and Hoffa returned to the starting position.

There is still a busy street in front of me.

Happy chatting cook.

The driver looked in a hurry.

Hoffa didn't react for a while.

As the old congressman with a bed-like attitude stepped into the carriage unhappily, the black wizard led Hoffa decisively and resolutely into the shadow of death.

"Depend on!"

Hoffa finally understood it completely, and he was so angry that he wanted to curse.

This is a real somatosensory game!

Damn, people in the first century didn't develop anything, but these wizards invented it in 198.

There is no doubt that during the entire scene process, I will gain control in about seconds.

Within seconds, you must make the right response and decision to change your death. Otherwise, you will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked man said that he had to bear the consequences. What kind of magic props did she use for herself? Riddle's diary in the original book didn't have this effect.

Also, what kind of lunatic is he who keeps a huge magical creature in the villa? What on earth does this black wizard want to steal? Is he actually alive or dead in the end...?

But this series of questions remains unanswered.

As the black wizard climbed up to the villa, opened the window sill, entered the room, and after processing the mechanism, control once again came to Hoffa's hands.

Life and death can happen in an instant.

A low roar sounded in the dark passage.

Hoffa was not a fool. He immediately thought of the spell that the inexplicable voice reminded him of when he was in the white light - Disillusionment.

The feeling of danger made his scalp explode, but this time, Hoffa did not choose to escape. He directly controlled the black wizard to draw the wand.

"Disler Falcont!"

At this moment, magic power flowed out of the wand and began to flow throughout Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was flowing down his head.

Hoffa's figure began to blur. This spell was the Disappearance Curse.

Unfortunately, Hoffa was not very proficient in using the Disguise Charm for the first time, and many of his syllables and movements were not standard.

He didn't really sneak up, he just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by magic. It shifted its direction and penetrated directly through Hoffa's left rib and penetrated Hoffa's lungs and stomach.

After staying for a second, the tongue that had penetrated the lungs was retracted like lightning.

This time it really hurts!!

Hoffa burst into tears. He took a deep breath and fell to his knees. He instinctively covered the big hole in his chest and gasped for breath. It was like a broken gong. Stomach acid was seeping into his chest. He was about to die.

Suffocation and poisoning. This feels more painful than death directly...

Next to him, the woman howled and threw everything in sight at Hoffa.

Then, in the gradually blurred vision.

He saw a huge lizard slowly crawling out of the dark corridor. Its head was as big as a car, with three bulging eyes and upright scales all over its body, like a cold chameleon.
Chapter completed!