Chapter 82

"No!" The man stared at him as if afraid Murphy would suddenly sneak into the village, "Ever since the Black Death appeared outside, my grandmother and I have been guarding here! It's been a week, and we haven't let a single person in!"

"A week?"

Murphy was somewhat puzzled. What was the situation with a week? Wasn't it a hundred years?

Could it be that the flow of time here was different from the outside world?

And, didn't Selica enter from here?

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

The old lady said, then walked over and reached out to pull at Murphy's protective suit.

Murphy didn't wait for her to get close; he pulled the Glock from his waist and fired a shot at the old lady's arm.

"Bang!"

The bullet directly broke the old lady's arm, which had a piece of bone exposed, but the latter seemed to have no pain sensation. It took a while before she raised her broken arm, seemingly unable to understand what had just happened.

The arm was broken, and not a single drop of blood flowed. Looking at the broken end of the arm, the muscles inside had already fibrosed, looking like hemp rope that had been left for a long time and turned black.

And replacing the position of the broken arm, a blue, translucent arm was exposed to the air.

Sure enough!

Having confirmed that the person in front of him was already a dead person, Murphy didn't hold back and blew the old lady's head apart with two shots.

Then he turned the muzzle and took down the young man who saw things were going wrong and was about to run back with three shots.

Glancing at the direction the other person was running back to, Murphy understood his intention.

Next to the small house of these two grandparents stood a pole with a bell hanging on it. This person should have been trying to ring the bell to warn the village that there were intruders.

But Murphy never intended to hide his tracks.

Watching the two zombies climbing up shakily, Murphy threw two Incendio spells, directly turning them into torches.

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

Zombies are weak to fire; that is the truth.

Having burned the two zombies, Murphy refilled his magazine, stepped forward to pick up the notebook that had fallen to the side, and opened it to take a look.

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

These two old liars, Selica had indeed been here.

Murphy arrived at the position where he entered the village and found that there was indeed a wall behind him, but the passage he came in through was gone. He patted it with his hand, but couldn't penetrate it, feeling no different from a real wall.

"Bombarda!"

The wall didn't move at all.

"Blasting Curse!"

Still no effect. This wall must have had a very powerful protection spell cast on it.

Could this be why Selica said she couldn't leave?

He first tried Apparition and found that he could only move within the village range; once the destination was set outside the village, it didn't work.

Then Murphy tried the Portkey he had prepared in advance, and it was the same.

Then what about flying?

Murphy waved his wand, and his whole body shot into the sky. However, after a while, it was as if he had rushed into water; the resistance to flying upward became greater and greater. After a distance, the surrounding air seemed to become like glue, and he couldn't fly anymore no matter what.

He tried throwing some things out, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Turning a piece of paper into a paper crane and letting it fly out also had no obstruction.

But when he summoned a small bird and let it fly out, it encountered the same situation as Murphy.

It seems this resistance acts on living things, probably to "prevent the plague from leaving the village."

Not being able to get out was within his expectations, so Murphy wasn't too disappointed. He fell from the sky, opened his suitcase, and took out a pile of things.

There were petri dishes with Dittany-promoting factor added for bacteria—used to measure the bacterial content of the air, as well as fluorescent reagents and microscopes for detecting the plague bacillus.

Because he had prepared for the possibility of not being able to enter or leave the village, the detection equipment in Murphy's suitcase was extremely complete. Paired with a diesel generator, he could complete the detection and analysis of most common epidemics inside the suitcase.

After a while, the results came out.

Except for a small amount of plague bacillus in the water and soil, the overall environment of the village was quite good. The bacterial content in the air was less than 500 CFU/cubic meter, which was already a very good level.

Murphy took off his protective suit. This thing was heavy and stuffy, very uncomfortable to wear, and affected his movement and vision. Besides, he had already injected specific T-cells and gained immunity to the plague bacillus, so he didn't need to keep wearing it.

However, the gas mask still had to be worn.

Not to mention the protective ability, just looking this cold, ruthless, and merciless, how handsome it is.

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

He took out something that looked like a miniature model from his suitcase; it was a Jeep Gladiator shrunk by a Shrinking Charm.

Placing the Gladiator on the ground, he restored it to its original size with an Enlarge Spell. Murphy then took out a large loudspeaker, connected it to the car's power supply, mounted it on the roof, and aimed the speaker at the village.

"Selica, Selica, gather at the village entrance! Repeat, gather at the small bridge at the village entrance! Dad is here to pick you up!"

After a while, there was no response.

So he shouted two more times. Just as he was about to shout for the third time, Selica appeared in front of the car with a flushed face.

"Yo, Selica, still alive."

"You, you, didn't I tell you not to come in?"

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

"You, what are you doing?"

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

Selica dodged and doubted, "You are wearing a mask, can you use a stethoscope?"

Murphy retracted his hand resentfully, "Forget it, I'll take you away regardless of whether you are dead or alive, so I won't check. Come here, crawl into this box, and I'll see if I can transport you out."

Selica looked at Murphy's suitcase.

What kind of play is this again?

Murphy was serious; he wanted to try stuffing a person into the Undetectable Extension Charm case and see if he could throw the case out.

In fact, he even wanted to turn Selica into a stone or something and throw her out.

Unfortunately, turning people into objects is an absolutely forbidden evil act. The school never taught it, and he never tried it. If he accidentally killed Selica, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

"I'm not leaving." Selica said with a worried face, "I don't want to go out!"

"Hmm?"

Murphy understood, "Soul Seed?"

Selica nodded.

She didn't know how she got cursed, but it seemed that as long as the plague still existed in the village, she couldn't leave. She would involuntarily fear spreading the plague to the outside.

The symptoms were just like those people with claustrophobia, agoraphobia, etc. Even if she knew logically that the environment was not dangerous, she would still feel uncontrollable fear.

This proved that the Soul Seed could indeed completely implant a thought.

Even if this thought or feeling was logically unsound, the person implanted with the thought would still find it difficult to resist.

A proper ideological brand!

Wonderful!

However, it was not without flaws.

"The Soul Seed only makes you not want to leave, right?" Murphy said, "What if you are forcibly taken away?"

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

"Oh..."

"So, wouldn't it be fine if you couldn't feel it?"

Saying this, Murphy pulled out his wand.

"Stupefy!"

(End of chapter)