Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 83 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

After knocking Selica unconscious, Murphy skillfully stuffed her into the box.

"Wadi Vasish!"

The box shot straight into the sky as if it had been launched by a catapult, but after reaching a certain height, its speed suddenly slowed down, and no matter how much Murphy increased his magic, the box would stop rising.

Sure enough, things weren't that simple.

Murphy put down the box and launched Selica out, only to find that the girl looked very strange.

Her face was ashen, and the veins in her neck were stained a bluish-black color by something.

The bluish-black color seemed to originate from his chest area and was now receding back towards it.

Murphy hesitated for a moment, but in the end, his noble sentiment of healing and saving lives overcame his slight shame, and he undressed Selica.

On the upper center of the pair of large rabbits, there was a black patch the size of an apricot, which looked like a bruise, but even more ominous.

"plague?"

But why did it suddenly flare up?

He glanced at the sky, then took off again with Serika. As they ascended, Serika's face quickly turned pale, turning from bluish to black, and she almost looked like an African girl.

This……

Could it be that the "Seed of the Mind" is not entirely a psychological effect, but can also restrict the actions of the modified person through methods such as pathogens?

Murphy put Selica down and tried various antidote potions and curse-stopping potions, but none of them worked.

As the diary states, ordinary methods are simply ineffective in removing the seed of the mind.

It controls both mind and behavior, and is resistant to being broken!

As a form of magic, this thing is simply perfect!

But this also means that solving it will be very troublesome.

Murphy dressed Selica again and lifted the stun spell. Selica groaned as she woke up, looking at Murphy in confusion: "My chest hurts so much, what happened to me?"

"You just had a seizure and fainted," Murphy fabricated. "Tell me what happened to you here."

"I think it was you who used the Stunning Spell..."

"That's not important," Murphy interrupted her. "What's going on with this place?"

"...This is the village of Yoyasim that I found." Serika was still a little confused.

"I know that. So, have you found Joachim?"

"I found him. The villagers said there was a doctor in the village named Yoasim. I met him, but he kept himself wrapped in a black robe and wore a terrible mask. He wouldn't talk to me."

"Is he still alive?" Murphy asked, "or has he turned into a zombie like the others?"

“I don’t know, but he might be insane,” Celica said. “The night before last, I saw him go on a killing spree among the villagers, hacking many people to pieces. But the next morning, I saw him casting spells on them one by one, piecing their bodies back together.”

hiss……

Is that so perverted?

These villagers are already dead, yet they are still being tortured like this. Is this Yoasim a super dismemberment maniac?

"How long have you been here? Where have you been staying?"

"It's been six days," Celica said. "Sometimes I hide in the barn, and sometimes I stay with the villagers. They look scary and smell terrible, but they're actually quite nice people. It's just that the food they provide is all rotten, so I can only eat fruit. I'm hungry every day."

Murphy thought about the two heavy rabbits he had just seen.

Tsk, you're hungry every day, but you haven't lost any weight.

"So, you don't know what's going on with these villagers?"

Selica shook her head.

"Don't you know where the seed of the soul lies?"

Selica shook her head again.

"You don't even know how you got cursed?"

Selica shook her head again.

"What do you know?"

Selica knew that Murphy was looking down on her again.

She was unconvinced, "I knew it was dangerous here, and I told you not to come."

Murphy was speechless.

Given what happened to Selica just now, perhaps the curse and the plague are related?

If Celica was cursed simply because she contracted a germ, wouldn't that mean the curse could spread indefinitely?

If I replace the curse effect with something like "loyalty to Murphy," and then spread this plague and create a global pandemic, could I unify the world?

Damn it, now Umbrella Corporation can't avoid researching germs and viruses.

While it was temporarily impossible to take Selica out, Murphy was not unprepared.

He drew 400cc of Serica's blood directly, first confirming that Serica was infected with plague through an indirect hemagglutination test, and then put the remaining blood into a centrifuge.

This plasma will be used to isolate peripheral blood mononuclear cells to create Serika's own specific T cells.

He also brought a large number of antibiotics, many of which were effective against Yersinia pestis.

"These medications are enough to temporarily control your symptoms, and once the specific T cells are ready, it won't be difficult to completely cure your illness," Murphy said.

"Really?!"

Selica, who thought she was going to die, was overjoyed to hear this, and looked at Murphy with a mixture of delight and admiration.

"Of course." Murphy nodded firmly.

"but……"

He held the injections, then suddenly looked troubled. "Actually, these injections only achieve the best effect when administered via intramuscular injection in the buttocks."

Selica stared blankly at Murphy's seemingly serious lie for a moment before realizing what he meant, her face turning red. "You...you're lying..."

"Do you still want to get treatment?" Murphy asked righteously.

"..."

So why is it that this man can always talk nonsense with such a straight face?

Besides, why should I believe it every time?

"……think……"

The girl's face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Tut tut...

Just as Selica was about to reluctantly agree, Murphy was preparing to have her lie on his lap to give him an injection when a group of people surged in from a distance.

They were villagers, carrying hoes and pitchforks. Looking at their bodies, they were covered in holes and rotten flesh, none of them were whole and intact. They seemed oblivious to their own presence as they surged forward in a huge swarm.

Selica was taken aback by the imposing manner and immediately hid behind Murphy.

"Was that you shouting just now?" an old zombie yelled.

"Where are Granny Euleka and Matt?" another zombie shouted.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our village?" someone questioned.

"You look strange, take off your mask!" someone else ordered.

Another, younger-looking man shouted, "Let go of that girl! She's mine!"

Murphy rolled his eyes. Dude, could you please stick half of your face back on before you start thinking about picking up girls?

Besides, your genitals are rotten, what's the point of your panicking?

He asked Celica, "The curse of the Seed of the Heart states that the plague still exists in the village, so you can't leave, right?"

"Yes, that's why I want to cure them all."

"Ha," Murphy scoffed, "a hundred years have passed, and the plague in this village is still lingering. There are no survivors here. You can't cure them."

"But the fact that it cannot be cured does not mean that the plague cannot be eradicated."

Murphy said, putting Celia in the Jeep, locking the doors, and telling her, "Sit here and don't move."

He climbed out from under the jeep's roof, shrunk the horn and put it back in his suitcase. Then, with a wave of his wand, a dark object flew out of the suitcase and landed on the roof of the car.

Six chrome-plated barrels, an electric revolver—a man's romance, an exorcist's favorite.

It was a Gatling gun!

He pulled a bolt chain from the suitcase, loaded it into the magazine, plugged the power cord into the port, and looked at the sea of ​​heads, Murphy sighed with pity.

"For a hundred years, you have suffered endlessly. May the Bodhisattva deliver you from suffering!"

(End of this chapter)