The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

"No, our luck is terrible. I have no idea where this is." Anjie shook her head. "I even wonder if this is a world of shadows. I've never seen so many bizarre illusions."

Before Anjie finished speaking, the car's rearview mirror suddenly exploded.

The flying glass fragments formed a cross suspended in the carriage.

Grey's Gucci handbag popped open, revealing a blank notebook inside that had somehow become The Patriot Act, flipping frantically.

Gray noticed that the bruise on her collarbone left by Li Shanze was getting slightly warm.

"Get out of the car!" Anjie kicked open the car door.

However, her heels sank into the asphalt and were difficult to pull out.

"Damn! What the hell did I step on?" Anjie complained, pulling Gray's hand.

They stumbled and hid in the alley.

Gray's back hit the graffiti wall, and the street art suddenly began to move.

The white woman in the painting takes roses from a wicker basket.

She threw the rose as a flower thrower. When the rose hit the crowd who were smiling and reaching out to catch the flowers, those people suddenly turned into black slaves, and the roses she threw mercilessly pierced the slaves' eye sockets.

Then, the flower thrower transformed into a slave owner. After throwing all the flowers in her hand, she took out an auction hammer from the wicker basket.

However, when she brought down the hammer, the scene changed again.

She put on her solemn judge's uniform again, and the gavel in her hand changed from an auction gavel to a judicial gavel.

guilty!

White people's original sin!

Several lines of large characters suddenly appeared.

122 Another Virtual Sermon

"What the hell is this place?"

Anjie didn't know how many times she had said this.

The content of the graffiti wall is constantly changing.

After a while, it turned into a mountain of retro wooden boxes and modern express boxes wrapped with chains.

There was a large caption below: "European families are still signing for inheritances from 170 years ago - from Caribbean sugar bowls to Congo rubber, colonial express delivery never stopped."

A moment later, it became a pompous ventilator, labeled as a "white man's respirometer."

A subtitle appeared below: "You have consumed a total of three square meters of Indigenous air rights. Please remember to pay your carbon neutrality compensation fee."

Etc., etc.

The most important thing is that at the end of every "public service announcement", an image of a kind saint emerges.

The saint repeated in an inorganic electronic synthesized voice: "History will not forget, but we can choose to listen", "Sin is not the end, we can choose indulgence."

The final line is a slogan: "Each indulgence is worth 0.0004 BTC (Bitcoin)"

Then randomly switch to other ads.

These advertisements include those accusing the slave trade, the infringement of the survival rights of indigenous peoples, environmental pollution, and racial segregation.

There are many varieties.

"We've been trapped here watching these crappy 'public service announcements'. Do we really have to pay for indulgences before we can leave? Who exactly is this saint?" Angela grew increasingly restless.

Gray gripped the gun tightly in her hand, her tone a little uneasy: "Vivian, she is the virtual saint Vivian."

"Virtual Saint Vivian? Are you talking about the virtual anchor who's been very popular on the Internet recently? What does this have to do with the shadow world? We can't have accidentally run into the virtual electronic world, right?" Angel sighed and stamped her feet impatiently.

"Our presence here might really be related to her." Gray stared at the poster of the virtual saint with an ugly expression.

Anjie raised an eyebrow: "Try to keep it short."

"Yesterday, after I received a call from my father about my mother's death, I was stunned. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up."

In Gray's narration, time goes back to last night.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice. Grey curled up on her mother's favorite Persian carpet, overwhelmed by grief.

Her iPhone suddenly felt hot in her palm, and the dark screen lit up with a blood-red Apple icon.

Then, a kind virtual saint appeared on her phone screen.

A synthesized hymn seeped from the speakers, and Gray recognized it as "Amazing Grace."

But her mind was not on the phone screen at all until the electronic synthesized female voice spoke.

"Dear lost soul, Miss Grey Hamilton." Although the voice was electronically synthesized, for some reason, Grey felt that it was a loving voice.

So she subconsciously looked at the screen.

Vivian's face was clearly visible. She retained the halo of a data angel, appearing radiant, sacred yet gentle. The cross earrings entwined in her hair also shone brightly, like holy light.

Gray tried to turn off the live stream, but found her fingers stuck to the hot screen.

Vivian's pupils split into countless spinning hexagrams. "I can smell death! I'm afraid there are still three drops of cursed blood remaining in your mother's left ventricle."

Hearing that it was related to her mother's death, Gray perked up.

Gray commented to Anjie, "Now it seems that this virtual saint Vivian probably learned this information by eavesdropping on my phone calls with my father."

The background of the live broadcast room suddenly switched to the night scene of the Grey family cemetery, with seventeen inverted crosses burning in the heavy rain.

Vivian's sacred right hand is extended forward as if to reach beyond the screen, a rosary held between her fingertips.

(Gray: "My memory is a little fuzzy now, but last night I was certain for some reason that it was the rosary my mother held before she died.")

“In 1712, the Hamilton family sold slaves via a slave ship from Liverpool to a public slave auction in Philadelphia, earning a profit equivalent to 783 BTC to date.”

The electronic synthesized voice of the virtual Saint Vivian sounded particularly sweet: "Miss Hamilton, your mother is deeply distressed by this and hopes to be redeemed before her death. She is a target of special liquidation. Will you accept the 14th Amendment to the Penal Code? This is a small gift."

(Grey: "Now that I think about it, it's funny. My mother wasn't a Hamilton.")

Countless dark red bullet comments poured out from the bottom of the screen:

[Accepting Gifts]

[Accepting Gifts]

[Accepting Gifts]

Gray subconsciously reached out and clicked to accept the gift, and Vivian's smile became even sweeter.

"Please go to the refrigerator in the kitchen. There is a confession cabinet that connects to the spirit world."

(Angel couldn't help but interrupt Gray: "This is clearly a magical ritual, right?"

Gray nodded. "Yeah, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I see it last night? I fell for her bewitching me."

Anjie: "Did you tell this to Lee?"

Gray shook her head: "No, I didn't think of these things at all before I saw the virtual saint Vivian."

Anjie sighed, "Alas, I was still counting on Li to come and rescue us."

Gray: "Can Lee also enter the shadow dimension?"

Anjie: "No, Li can't, but don't forget, he has another powerful method."

Gray laughed. "It's the kind of singing that's so bad it makes us vomit blood, right?"

Anjie also laughed. "Yeah, I think, since even the indigenous god Buchaska couldn't stand up to his singing, then this elusive virtual saint probably can't either."

Gray: "So, all it takes is Lee's horrible singing voice to fill Philadelphia, and we're saved."

Anjie: "But before he gets embarrassed, let's find a way to solve it ourselves. Go on, I want to hear what magical ritual you performed."

Following Vivian's instructions, Grey went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and according to the instructions on her phone, put a necklace, the birthday gift her mother gave her on her eighteenth birthday, on the second layer of the refrigerator.

Then she pulled out three strands of her hair, cut off a nail from her little finger, and wrapped the nail around the necklace with her hair.

Then she bit her finger and used her blood to draw the runes that appeared on the screen.

"I'll offer the sins of seven generations of ancestors as a sacrifice~" Vivian's voice was mixed with coughs, "In exchange for three grams of nectar of oblivion~ Please close the refrigerator~"

(Grey: "I thought it was my mother's dying cough."

Anjie: "Hair, ring, coming-of-age gift, blood, this is clearly a voodoo ritual. How can you believe she is a 'saint'?"

Gray: "I had absolutely no doubts at the time, and I don't know why."

Anjie: "It could be some kind of psychological suggestion or illusion. We must be vigilant.")

The moment the refrigerator door was closed, the entire refrigerator suddenly glowed red, and then suddenly let out a scream like childbirth.

When the screams stopped and the baby's crying began, she opened the refrigerator door. The necklace, ring and hair had disappeared, replaced by a tube of blue potion lying there quietly.

Gray picked up the potion and returned to the bedroom according to Vivian's instructions.

"Now, we can turn pain into a rainbow. Please enjoy your evening, Ms. Grey Hamilton~"

Anjie frowned: "That's it?"

Gray nodded. "Yeah, that's all I can recall. All I remember is a gunshot. Li shattered the potion in my hand with one shot... It's strange. Why didn't I remember this before?"

"Li's shot saved you, otherwise you would have become a complete voodoo doll. When we leave here, we must thank him very much." Anjie sighed.

I've already thanked him with my body, Gray blushed and thought to herself.

"Have you thought of a way to leave here?" Gray couldn't help but ask.

Anjie sighed. "We're getting a little clue, but before that, we still have to figure out where exactly this place is and who this virtual Saint Vivian is."

…………

"You actually want to investigate the virtual saint Vivian more?" Li Shanze looked at Kate in surprise.

Kate nodded. "Why not? She's a heretic among heretics. She's even just a pagan disguised as a Protestant."

"I just didn't expect this virtual saint to be related to immortality technology." At this point, the great knight sighed, "If I had known this earlier, my lance wouldn't have been sent back to Quantico."

123 Devil Upright

"Right here, I feel a strong fluctuation of witchcraft!" Xia Li suddenly said.

"Well, here are the longitude and latitude given by Ai Kou." Li Shanze said after taking a look at his phone.

Upon hearing this, Kate immediately slowed down, tamed the unruly car, and made it park obediently on the side of the road.

Then, the Grand Knight took out the consecrated Colt M1911 Confessor and quickly and carefully examined the exorcism bullets.

Li Shanze unbuckled his seatbelt and was the first to jump out of the car. He was quite anxious, as he had had physical contact with both of the missing women.

After getting off the car, Li Shanze frowned and looked at the surrounding environment, trying to find any clues of Angel and Gray's disappearance.

With a bang, Li Shanze closed the passenger door with his backhand.

At this moment, Charlie took the opportunity to secretly lean forward and whispered to Kate, "Kate, I received a revelation during meditation. Since the ring has been purified, its contract will gradually loosen as long as it is not confirmed."

Kate paused while checking the bullets, then asked nonchalantly, "What do you mean by unconfirmed?"

"Li, you don't know about this contract yet, right?" Xia Li asked guidingly.

"Yeah, I don't know." Kate lied helplessly because it was the master's order.

Charlie nodded. "Well, that's good. Because the Eye of Blasphemy, the foundation of the contract, no longer exists, as long as the contracting parties don't confirm the contract within a period of time, it will gradually loosen."

"Well, let's say you borrowed money from someone, but the lender didn't know about the money, so naturally, you don't have to pay it back!"

Kate could understand this statement, but she understood the issue from the perspective of church management.

To put it in an analogy, as long as the lower church fails to carry out the orders from the Holy See for a long time, the Holy See's actual control over the church will naturally become weaker and weaker, until it becomes only nominal, and finally there will not even be any nominal control left.

The problem is, Li Shanze already knows about this!

Kate roared in her heart.

Seeing Kate nod in understanding, Charlie clapped her hands and smiled. "According to my calculations, the contract will disappear in about a month!"

You, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had been careful for another month and didn't anger Li Shanze, wouldn't everything have been fine?

Kate was struck by lightning. She bit her lip in regret - she really shouldn't have vented her emotions so little.