Chapter 82: Zombies Weak Fire

"No!" The man stared at him, as if he was afraid that Murphy would suddenly sneak into the village.

"The Black Death appeared outside, and my grandmother and I have been guarding here! It's been a week, and no one has been let in!"

"One week?"

Murphy was a little confused. What does one week mean? Isn't it a hundred years?

Is the flow of time here different from the outside world?

And didn't Celica come in from here?

"Young man, take off your mask…"

As the old lady said this, she came over and stretched out her hand to pull Murphy's protective suit.

Murphy didn't wait for her to get close, pulled out the Glock from his waist and shot the old lady's arm.

"Bang!"

The bullet directly broke the old lady's arm with a piece of bone exposed, but the latter seemed to have no pain. It took a while before she raised her broken arm, as if she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

The arm was broken, without even a drop of blood. From the broken end of the arm, the muscles inside had become fibrotic, and it looked like a long-standing blackened hemp rope.

Instead of the broken arm, a blue arm was exposed to the air.

Sure enough!

After confirming that there was a dead person in front of him, Murphy was no longer polite and shot the old woman's head with two shots.

Then he turned the gun around and shot down the young man who was about to run back when he saw something was wrong.

Looking at the direction the other person ran back, Murphy understood his intention.

Next to the small house of the grandparents and grandchildren, there was a pole with a bell hanging on it. This person should want to ring the bell to alert the village of intruders.

But Murphy had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

Looking at the two zombies who continued to climb up tremblingly, Murphy threw two flaming bullets at them, turning them directly into torches.

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

Zombies are weak to fire, and they are not deceiving me.

After burning the two zombies to death, Murphy refilled the magazine, picked up the notebook that fell to the side, and opened it to take a look.

The notebook was empty, and some pages seemed to be torn off, but he still found the imprint of Celica's signature on the blank page next to it.

These two old liars, Celica has really been here.

Murphy came to the entrance to the village and found that there was indeed a wall behind him, but the entrance was gone. He slapped his hand on it, but he couldn't penetrate it. It felt no different from a real wall.

"Smash to pieces!"

The wall didn't move at all.

"Thunder Explosion!"

It still didn't work. This wall should have been cast with a very powerful protective spell.

Is this why Celica said she couldn't leave?

He first tried Apparition and found that it could only move within the village. Once the destination was set outside the village, it would not work.

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

What about flying?

Murphy waved his wand and the whole person soared into the sky. However, after a while, it was like rushing into the water. The resistance to flying upwards became greater and greater. After a distance, the surrounding air seemed to become glue, and he could not fly at all.

He tried throwing some things out again, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Turning a piece of paper into a paper crane and letting it fly out did not hinder it.

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

It seems that this resistance will work on living things, which should be to "prevent the plague from leaving the village."

It was expected that he couldn't get out, and Murphy was not too disappointed. He fell from the sky, opened his suitcase, and took out a bunch of things from it.

There were culture dishes with diffusin for bacteria, which were used to measure the bacterial content in the air, as well as fluorescent reagents and microscopes for detecting plague bacteria.

Because Murphy had prepared for not being able to enter and leave the village, the testing equipment in his suitcase was extremely complete. With a diesel generator, he was able to complete the testing and analysis of most common epidemics in the suitcase.

After a while, the results came out.

Except for a small amount of plague bacteria 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. It was heavy and stuffy, and it was very uncomfortable to wear. It also affected his movements and vision. Moreover, he had been injected with specific T cells and gained immunity to plague bacteria, so he didn't need to continue wearing it.

But he still had to wear a gas mask.

Not to mention the protective ability, this one looked cold and ruthless, killing without blinking, so handsome.

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

He took out a miniature model from his suitcase, but it was a jeep gladiator that was shrunk by the shrinking spell.

Putting the gladiator on the ground and restoring it to its original state by the enlargement spell, Murphy took out a big horn, connected the car to the power supply, put it on the roof, and pointed the horn at the village.

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

For a long time, there was no response.

So he shouted twice more, and when he was about to shout the third time, Celica appeared in front of the car with a flushed face.

"Hey, Celica, still alive."

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

Murphy ignored her, got out of the car, and carefully looked at the person. He first took out a flashlight and waved it in front of Celica's eyes for a while, and then took out a stethoscope and stuffed it into Celica's chest.

"You, what are you doing?"

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

Celica dodged and asked suspiciously: "You are wearing a mask, can you use a stethoscope?"

Murphy withdrew his hand angrily, "Forget it, anyway, you have to take her away regardless of life or death, and you don't have to check if you don't want to check. Come here, get into this box, and I'll see if I can get you out."

Celica looked at Murphy's suitcase.

What kind of play is this?

Murphy was serious. He wanted to try to put a person into the traceless stretch box and then throw the box out.

In fact, he wanted to turn Celica into a stone or something and throw it out.

Unfortunately, transforming people into objects is an absolutely forbidden evil act. The school has never taught it, and he has never tried it. If Celica is killed, it will be putting the cart before the horse.

"I won't leave." Celica looked worried, "I don't want to go out!"

"Huh?"

Murphy understood, "The seed of the mind?"

Celica nodded.

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

The symptoms are the same as those of people with claustrophobia, agoraphobia, etc. Even if they know logically that the environment is not dangerous, they will still feel uncontrollable fear.

This proves that the seed of the mind can indeed be completely implanted in a thought.

Even if the idea or feeling is logically unreasonable, it is still difficult for the person who has been implanted with the idea to disobey.

A perfect stamp of thought!

Great!

But it is not without flaws.

"The seed of the soul will only make you not want to leave, right?" Murphy said, "What if you are taken away by force?"

"I might be in pain..."

"Oh..."

"So, isn't it okay if you can't feel it?"

Murphy pulled out his wand.

"Fainted!"

(End of this chapter)