The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

"As if this can erase the history of your ethnic group's oppression, but you don't realize it's only helping white people wash away their sins!"

"You're not helping black people at all, you're helping white people! So, you're not Calvin Hope! You're a personality implanted by white people!"

Li Shanze went through so much trouble just for this sentence. He wanted to try and see if he could induce an existential crisis in this fake person in front of him.

Since wizards must clearly know who "I" is in order to drive their own consciousness, what about this implanted personality? Does it also need to be the same?

"I'm not Calvin Hope? Then who am I?" the pseudo-man muttered, his voice sounding more and more confused.

"Then you have to ask yourself, ask yourself carefully, who are you?"

"Listen carefully to your voice! You're not even sure about your own voice!"

"Sometimes your voice is Martin Luther King, and sometimes it's Barack Obama, so are you Martin Luther King or Barack Obama?"

Li Shanze found that his strategy seemed to be working, so he took advantage of the victory and asked sternly.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" the pseudo-man roared in pain.

His left hand grabbed the right side of his face, and his right hand grabbed the left side of his face, pulling desperately, as if two beings were fighting for dominance of this body.

It's like another split personality.

Then, in the violent tearing, both faces were torn off alive.

Only a bloody face was left.

"Who am I?" As he roared in pain, the willpower he had gathered spread out in a violent manner, forming a strong gale.

The circling flocks of blood crows collectively exploded under the impact, and the crow feathers were blown all over the sky.

After the chaotic willpower collapsed, crow feathers watered the wasteland like a rainstorm.

The pseudo-man knelt on the ground in pain, biting the sand of the wasteland with his mouth.

Afterwards, the wasteland itself began to shake violently.

"I don't know who I am, but I know I will destroy this place!" he shouted hysterically.

"Anyone who stands in my way must die!" He stared at Li Shanze with his bloody face and bloodshot eyes due to his ferociousness.

"Yeah, I don't expect to solve the problem by talking." Li Shanze said with a gesture.

Li Shanze was very satisfied with the result of being able to use his mouth to throw the fake man into confusion and make him lose a considerable amount of power.

So he extended his index finger and hooked it at the fake man: "Come on, let's end this."

Author's words: Thanks to the original soundtrack for the urging votes and recommendation votes

Thanks to Polar Bear and Silver Thirteen for their recommendations

182 Chasing in the Void

However, contrary to Li Shanze's expectations, the fake man did not come forward to fight him.

It would be more accurate to say the opposite. After uttering the harsh words, the pseudo-man plunged his hands into the wasteland, and with a loud shout, he tore the ground of the wasteland in half.

There is a void beneath the ground.

Then, without hesitation, it leaped into the void from the crack in the earth.

What are you doing? Why did you suddenly run away without fighting?

No, this guy's destruction of the Paradox Clock Tower was an end, not a means. Everything he did was to destroy the Paradox Clock Tower.

Li Shanze reacted immediately.

He looked at the pseudo-man falling rapidly, and the void was peeling off the pseudo-man's flesh and blood.

But the direction the pseudo-man was heading was not empty, it seemed that there was something there.

"Charlie! Wait for me here!"

Li Shanze turned his head and gave the witch a warning, then jumped down from the crack without hesitation and followed the direction of the pseudo-man.

As soon as he jumped into the void, Li Shanze naturally understood that this was not a real void. It was filled with the relics of endless time - time skeletons - scattered around.

As soon as Li Shanze's left foot stepped into the chaos, barnacles began to grow on the sole of his shoe.

And for some reason, Li Shanze naturally knew that these were barnacles from slave ships traveling between the two sides of the Atlantic.

"Don't try to get rid of me, Li!" Xia Li's voice came into Li Shanze's ears from behind, sounding very dissatisfied.

When Li Shanze jumped into the dangerous void, Xia Li followed without hesitation.

She stretched out her hand desperately, trying to grab the torn corner of Li Shanze's clothes in front of her.

Li Shanze reached out, held Xia Li's hand, and then pulled her hard to his chest.

"This is the second time I've said this, Li, and I don't want to say it a third time." Xia Li smiled and put her arms around Li Shanze's neck, but her tone was very serious.

"Okay, I promise I won't leave you behind again." Li Shanze said seriously.

"Uh, no, wait, if you want to go find those wild women, you'd better keep it from me. I will pretend not to know at the appropriate time." Hearing Li Shanze's promise, Xia Li smiled like a flower.

But Li Shanze didn't know how to respond to what she said.

At this moment, another soft cry of surprise came from behind them.

"Waaaaaaa! Wait Ella! Li Shanze's coat is too heavy!"

The elf was panting, struggling to grab Li Shanze's black windbreaker, flapping its wings desperately. It was only with a magic trick that Xia Li blew Ella onto Li Shanze's shoulder.

"What are you two doing? Why do you want to abandon Ella?" Ella's tone sounded pitiful, just like a child abandoned by her parents.

She looked dejected, and even changed her self-proclaimed name from Lady Ella to Ella.

"Ella will definitely be able to help. Li Shanze, Xia Li, please don't abandon Ella!"

"Okay, it's settled!" Li Shanze laughed and rubbed Ella's little head with his fingers.

This cheered the little thing up again.

"Ella brought Li Shanze's coat! Hey, where's the coat?"

However, the elf who was about to take credit discovered that Li Shanze's windbreaker had disappeared in the void without her noticing, so her tone became lost again.

"Don't worry about the windbreaker for now. You can buy that thing on the street. Let's catch up with that guy first!" Li Shanze comforted Ella, then pointed at the fake person in front.

The figure of the pseudo-man flashed not far ahead. His fall seemed particularly difficult, like a slide show full of nightmares.

The flesh and blood on its body were falling off and then disappearing into the void. Some of it disappeared, and some of it turned into new time skeletons after being digested.

Li Shanze suddenly had an epiphany.

This is not a mysterious space, but a stomach of history.

This is not simply about tearing the pseudo-human apart, but about eating.

Li Shanze picked up a piece of digested time remains scattered on the pseudo-man.

I found out that it was just a meaningless essay written by a black person, accusing the German princes of racial discrimination because no black person had ever won the election to the Holy Roman Emperor.

To be more precise, this place is more like a garbage dump of history, with only meaningless residue left behind.

All meaningful things seemed to have been swallowed up and digested, leaving only endless nothingness.

This dejected thought suddenly arose in Li Shanze's mind.

No, fuck, what kind of nihilism is this, why would I have such thoughts?

Li Shanze frowned.

"Waaaaaa, this is so dangerous!" Ella exclaimed, "But Ella can't find any kindness to protect everyone! What should I do?"

Ella shouted anxiously.

Ella's scream woke Li Shanze up.

Li Shanze was shocked. What was that just now? Was it some kind of consciousness attack that was impossible to defend against?

At this time, Charlie in his arms was already crying like rain.

Her body was shaking, as if she was on the verge of collapse.

Li Shanze was startled and quickly pointed at Xia Li with his right index finger: "Xia Li, Xia Li, how are you?"

Li Shanze activated the information cocoon power contained in the index finger of the First Amendment of the Constitution, isolating Xia Li from the messy information in this void.

Xia Li, waking up from a dream, hugged Li Shanze's neck tightly and said, "That's great, Li, it turns out you're okay. That's great!"

Her tears soaked the tattered cashmere shirt on his chest.

"What's wrong with you, Charlie?" he asked seriously.

"I, I, no, it's nothing, I just had a nightmare." Xia Li hesitated to speak, just kept wiping her tears on Li Shanze's chest, showing a happy smile as if she had survived a disaster.

However, judging from Xia Li's reaction, Li Shanze somewhat understood what she had seen.

That was a conscious attack from the void directly targeting the "anchor point".

Li Shanze is a realist, and it shows him nihilism as if everything is meaningless.

Xia Li used Li Shanze as her anchor, so what she saw was the scene of losing Li Shanze.

This doesn't seem to be very meaningful when used against Li Shanze. At most, it will make him depressed for a while, but it is particularly effective against wizards.

Xia Li originally leaned in Li Shanze's arms and acted coquettishly, but now she leaned limply in Li Shanze's arms.

He was even trembling all over, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

He only held Li Shanze tightly with his arms, using all his strength, as if he had just lost something.

Xia Li's reaction made Li Shanze feel fortunate. He was thankful that he had such a unique skill as the information cocoon.

Sure enough, most things have pros and cons.

Although information cocoons can block many real voices and make people blinded, they can also block excessive and malicious voices when people are vulnerable to provide effective protection.

While feeling relieved, Xia Li's tears also ignited a raging fire of anger in Li Shanze's heart.

Did this damn bastard deliberately lure us in here and use this trap to eliminate us?

But then he forced himself to calm down.

You can use anger to make your body secrete more adrenaline to assist in fighting, but you must keep a cool head so that you don't let anger control you.

After calming down, Li Shanze quickly realized what the problem was.

This kind of attack on my consciousness has limited effect on me, and it's hard to achieve a surprise victory. Maybe it's not a trap...

No, it is indeed a trap, but it is used to deal with wizards.

In the original plan, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a troublemaker like me.

The original target of this trap was... well, for example, the great wizard McGee of the Brotherhood of Time and Death.

The Paradox Clock Tower is the holy place of the Time Corpse Brotherhood.

Haha, this void consciousness trap is used to devour wizards, and we just happened to get there.

At this time, the pseudo-human who was eaten even worse and was left with only a skeleton and heart had already chosen his destination.

So Li Shanze hugged Xia Li and jumped over without hesitation.

It seems that this place is none other than the square outside the Paradox Clock Tower.

This is the square where the Liberty Bell was previously placed, and the square where Calvin Hope delivered his New Year's address.

Looking at the strange yet familiar Philadelphia street scenes around him, Li Shanze couldn't even tell whether this was reality or not.

"It seems you've already chosen your burial place." Li Shanze said bitterly, "Don't even think about escaping again, coward."

"Yes, this is of course my burial place." The skeleton had discarded any disguise, no longer concealing its desire to destroy the Paradox Clock Tower. "Of course, it's yours too."

"Besides, we have this beautiful bell tower to be buried with us, don't we?"

183 The True Identity of the Pseudo-Man

The spring breeze blows, and cherry blossoms are scattered all over the ground like snow.

The saxophone at the foot of Rodin's statue was unplayed, but it spontaneously sounded the blues scale of melting snow.

The benches in Rittenhouse Square are whiskey-stained, and the used bookstore windows display Whitman poems that have been moldy after a winter. When the wind turns the pages, they emit the buttery smell of grilled cheese pretzels.