Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 82 Zombies are weak to fire

"No!" The man stared at him, as if afraid Murphy might suddenly sneak into the village. "The Black Death broke out outside, and my grandmother and I have been guarding this place! It's been a week, and we haven't let a single person in!"

"A week?"

Murphy was a little confused. What was going on with a week? Wasn't it supposed to be a hundred years?

Is the flow of time here different from that outside?

Besides, didn't Selica come in from here?

"Young man, take off your mask..."

As the old lady spoke, she walked over and reached out to pull Murphy's protective suit.

Before she could get close, Murphy drew his Glock from his waist and fired a shot at the old woman's arm.

"Bang!"

The bullet broke the old woman's arm, which had a section of bone exposed, but she seemed to feel no pain. It took her a while to raise her severed arm, as if she couldn't quite understand what was happening.

The arm was broken, but not a drop of blood was shed. Looking at the stump, the internal muscles were fibrotic, making it look like a blackened hemp rope that had been left out for a long time.

In place of the severed arm, a bright blue arm was exposed to the air.

really!

Once he confirmed that the person in front of him was already dead, Murphy showed no mercy and shot the old woman in the head twice.

Then he turned his gun on the young man, who was trying to run back after realizing something was wrong, and shot him three times.

After glancing at the direction the other person had run back in, Murphy understood his intention.

Next to the small house of the grandfather and grandson stood a pole with a bell hanging on it. The man probably wanted to ring the bell to warn the village of intruders.

But Murphy never intended to hide his whereabouts.

Seeing the two zombies continue to shakily get up, Murphy threw two blazing fireballs at them, turning them into torches.

He observed for a while until both zombies were burned to a crisp and could no longer get up, then he was satisfied.

Zombies are weak against fire; this is no exaggeration.

After burning two zombies to death, Murphy replenished his magazine, picked up the notebook that had fallen to the side, and glanced at it.

The notebook was empty, and a few pages seemed to have been torn out, but he still found Celica's signature on the adjacent blank page.

Those two old swindlers, Serica really did come here.

Murphy arrived at the entrance to the village and found that there was indeed a wall behind him, but the passage he had come in through was gone. He tried to slap it, but couldn't get through; it felt no different from a real wall.

"Crushed to pieces!"

The wall remained completely still.

"Thunderous explosion!"

It was still completely ineffective; the wall must have been enchanted with a very powerful protective spell.

Is this why Selica said she couldn't leave?

He first tried Apparition and found that it could only be used to move within the village area; once the destination was set to be outside the village, it would not work.

Murphy then tried the door key he had prepared beforehand, and it worked the same way.

What about flying?

Murphy waved his wand, and he soared into the sky. However, after a short while, it was as if he had plunged into water. The resistance to his upward flight increased, and after a certain distance, the surrounding air seemed to turn into glue, making it impossible for him to fly.

He tried throwing some things outwards, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect. He also turned a piece of paper into a paper crane and let it fly away without any hindrance.

But when he summoned a bird and asked it to fly away, he encountered the same situation as Murphy.

It seems that this resistance will affect the organisms, probably to "prevent the plague from leaving the village".

It was expected that he wouldn't be able to get out, so Murphy wasn't too disappointed. He landed from the air, opened his briefcase, and took out a bunch of things.

There are petri dishes containing dictamnus extract, which targets bacteria, used to measure airborne bacteria levels, as well as fluorescent reagents and microscopes for detecting Yersinia pestis.

Having made preparations to avoid being unable to enter or leave the village, Murphy's suitcase contained a full range of testing equipment, along with a diesel generator, enabling him to conduct testing and analysis of most common infectious diseases entirely within the suitcase.

The results came out shortly afterward.

Apart from a small amount of plague bacteria in the water and soil, the village's overall environment is quite good, with the air bacteria content less than 500 CFU/m³, which is already considered very good.

Murphy took off the protective suit. It was heavy and stuffy, very uncomfortable to wear, and it also affected his movement and vision. Besides, he had already been injected with specific T cells and gained immunity to the plague bacillus, so he no longer needed to wear it.

However, you still need to wear a gas mask.

Putting aside his protective capabilities, he looks so cold-blooded and ruthless, a real killer. How cool is that?

After doing all that, Murphy thought for a while and decided to find Selica first and ask her about the situation.

He took out a miniature model from his suitcase, which turned out to be a jeep gladiator shrunk by a shrinking spell.

After placing the gladiator on the ground and restoring it to its original state using an amplification spell, Murphy took out a large megaphone, connected it to the car's power supply, mounted it on the roof, and pointed the megaphone at the village.

"Selika, Selika, meet at the village entrance! Repeat, meet at the little bridge at the village entrance! Daddy's here to pick you up!"

There was no reaction for a while.

So he called out twice more, and just as he was about to call out a third time, Serika appeared in front of the car, her face flushed.

"Hey, Celica, you're still alive."

"You, you, didn't you say you weren't allowed in?"

Murphy ignored her, got out of the car, and carefully looked the person over. First, he took out a flashlight and waved it in front of Celica's eyes for a while, then he took out a stethoscope and was about to shove it into Celica's chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move, I need to check if you're a zombie."

Selica flinched, asking suspiciously, "You're wearing a mask, how can you use a stethoscope?"

Murphy reluctantly withdrew his hand. "Fine, I'm taking you with me no matter what, dead or alive. If you don't want to check, then don't. Come here, crawl into this box, and I'll see if I can get you out of here."

Selica glanced at Murphy's briefcase.

What kind of play is this?

Murphy was serious; he wanted to see if it would work if he put a person into a seamless stretch box and then threw the box out.

In fact, he even considered turning Selica into a stone or something and throwing her away.

Unfortunately, turning a person into an object is an absolutely forbidden evil. Schools never taught it, and he had never tried it. If he accidentally killed Celica, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

"I'm not leaving," Celica said, looking distressed. "I don't want to go out!"

"Um?"

Murphy understood. "The Seed of the Soul?"

Selica nodded.

She didn't know how she was cursed, but it seemed that as long as the plague existed in the village, she couldn't leave; she would be involuntarily afraid of spreading the plague outside.

Its symptoms are similar to those of people with claustrophobia or agoraphobia; even if they logically know that there is no danger in the environment, they will still feel an uncontrollable fear.

This proves that the seed of the mind can indeed be fully implanted into a thought.

Even if the idea or feeling is illogical, the person who has been implanted with it still finds it difficult to resist.

A definite imprint of thought!

Wonderful!

However, it is not without flaws.

"The Seed of the Soul will only make you not want to leave, right?" Murphy said. "What if you're forcibly taken away?"

"I might be in a lot of pain..."

"Oh……"

"So, if you can't feel it, then it's fine, right?"

As he spoke, Murphy drew his wand.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

(End of this chapter)