Chapter 262: Isn't It Reasonable to Use a Hypnotic Mushroom Against Zombies?

The enraged giant roared and swung his fist at the group; the terrifying tonnage brought him terrifying strength. Ma Ma Zhaodi knew that sandbag-sized fist was not something a normal person could block, so with sharp eyes and quick hands, he pulled his two teammates aside.

Boom!

The Black Fatty's punch landed on the nearby wall. That fist was as terrifying as Ma Ma Zhaodi had guessed, punching straight through the wall.

Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but shout: "So these are the few moves Midnight often plays!?"

Constantine shrugged: "That's right, but don't worry, I have a way to deal with him."

Boom!

Another deafening roar sounded. The Black Fatty pulled his fist out, nearly toppling half the wall. Seeing the situation turn dire, Ma Ma Zhaodi directly reached into his pocket and pulled out a shimmering, seven-colored mushroom.

【Hypnotic Mushroom (Includes planting rights and sunlight purchase rights)

Price: 50,000 USD asset points

Annotation: Zombies are our friends; they are severely misunderstood. Zombies play an important role in our ecosystem. We can and should work harder to teach them to think in our way. —by Hypnotic Mushroom】

Ma Ma Zhaodi could have simply drawn his gun, or worn the Beast Ring and gauntlets to break the opponent's bones directly, but considering Constantine had said this Black Fatty was on Midnight Papa's side, he ultimately chose a method with less damage that also looked more decent.

"Here goes!"

Seeing the Black Fatty roar and charge up again, Ma Ma Zhaodi directly raised his hand and threw the Hypnotic Mushroom. It transformed into a stream of seven-colored light and landed squarely in the man's mouth. In no time, this magical mushroom simply "melted upon entering the mouth," sliding down the other's throat and into his stomach.

"Uh... uh..."

As that mushroom went down, Constantine immediately saw the Black Fatty, who had just been acting vicious, change to a dazed expression. He glanced around the surroundings, then stood silently in place, no longer moving.

"I was just about to say I had a way to deal with him..." Constantine lit a cigarette again: "And you just solved him—what exactly is that mushroom?"

"A psychedelic mushroom. It makes enemies see us as friends in their hallucinations. It lasts one hour." Ma Ma Zhaodi explained: "Still not magic, and it can only be used on opponents with not-so-bright brains. But luckily, this Black Fatty is exactly as I thought; he really isn't very smart."

"The flaw of Zombie Laborers is just this. Rather than saying their brains don't work well, it's more accurate to say they have no brains—but actually, there's no need to feed them any mushrooms. Just scold them severely, and they will obey."

"So this is a Zombie?"

"Yes." Constantine shrugged: "A Vudu Sect-specific zombie. They call this a 'Resurrected Corpse.' I don't know the specifics of how it's done; Midnight never talks about it. It's probably a secret of their Vudu Sect. I heard they use pufferfish or similar things to cast spells. Anyway, the final result is turning a living person into a Resurrected Corpse."

"Then my mushroom was completely the right choice."

"In any case, this thing works very well. Loyal, fearless of death, strong combat power, easy to control, and never slacks off at work—except for being afraid when scolded, it basically has no flaws."

"Luckily this thing can't be popularized." Ma Ma Zhaodi commented: "Otherwise, American capitalists would probably never hire human workers again."

While the two were talking, a rough male voice suddenly came from the communicator nearby.

"Idiot, why haven't you brought the rooster upstairs yet? Did you forget how to use the elevator again?"

Upon hearing the scolding, that Zombie indeed showed obvious fear, immediately cowering and lying flat on the ground.

Hearing that voice, Constantine laughed: "Hehe, that's his master's voice." He casually picked up a white rooster from the ground and handed it to Lester, who had been distracted, to steady his nerves.

"Let's go meet this old friend."

A moment later, inside the greenhouse.

Ding—

The electronic door emitted a crisp chime. The Zombie Laborer finally brought the white rooster inside.

"It's time." Midnight, now changed into his outfit, held a golden cane carved in the style of a primitive tribe. He impatiently scolded the one behind him: "Dead man, I warn you, if you don't act more efficiently, I'll bury you back down. By that time, no one will remember you."

However, it wasn't a zombie that came up.

"Midnight Papa, do you remember me?"

The familiar voice drifted over with the scent of smoke. Midnight turned his head in shock and saw that blonde hooligan in a yellow trench coat smiling at him.

"Constantine?!"

"Oh my, what a beautiful forest, isn't it? This place reminds me of the Royal Botanical Gardens—" Constantine, grinning cheekily, walked through the jungle and ran to Midnight's side: "I hope you don't mind us coming straight up. Your watchdog barked a few times, but he's quiet now; after all, his true nature is a lamb."

Ma Ma Zhaodi followed up at this moment. Only then did he truly see this mage known as Midnight Papa and witness his primitive and strange attire. He wore a white top hat. His bare upper body had no undershirt; instead, he wore a white tailcoat directly over his skin. His lower body wore only a grass skirt, revealing thick black thighs.

The elegant suit could not fully conceal the Haitian wizard's imposing physique. The pristine white color formed a sharp contrast with his black skin. Midnight Papa carried an aura of primitive wildness. Even though he could completely master American social rules and thrive like a fish in water in New York City, this wildness always made him seem out of place in this land.

Facing Constantine at the door, Midnight Papa's already dark complexion turned even darker. Seeing him raise the golden staff in his hand, Ma Ma Zhaodi even speculated that the next second he might not be able to resist beating Constantine severely with that staff.

"Looking down from here, the view is beautiful, isn't it? —Ah, my friend brought your chicken up as well. You're welcome."

Speaking of this, Constantine's gaze swept over the altar displaying skulls: "I guess you were about to cast some little spell?"

"Constantine." Midnight said coldly: "What do you want?"

"I want you to do me a favor."

So Midnight laughed in extreme anger.

"You cheated to win 50,000 dollars from me, and now you actually want me to help? Your guts are as big as Satan's..."

"Forget that little money, Midnight. Something big has happened in New York right now."

Constantine, his face wearing a solemn expression, replied: "I don't know if you've found the name of that thing, but I can tell you—Nemos, a pure Hunger Spirit, is currently rampaging outside. Like a starving wolf charging into a sheepfold, it is devouring heartily, enjoying a grand feast of flesh and soul. There are plenty of its delicacies everywhere here."

"Can't you notice?"

(End of Chapter)