The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Author's words: Thanks to Wu Pang, Xu Shi Han, and Wu Kong for their recommendations

074 Arrest

Volunteer logged in.

The professor is logged in.

The philanthropist has logged in.

The supervisor is logged in.

Supervisor: I have appeased all the guests, including, of course, the distinguished Archbishop.

Volunteer: Oh? That's an archbishop, probably immune to all poisons. How can you ensure he doesn't interfere with our plans?

Professor: Our respected director naturally has his own way. He happens to have a virus that can resist any archbishop.

Professor: To be precise, it is an immortal variant of the Black Death strain in London in 1348. This strain of the disease will cause organ crystallization within thirty seconds, and this crystallization starts from the heart.

Volunteer: 1348?

Professor: It was in the last era, that is, the year 1348 of the Age of the Son. In that era, people still used numbers to record years, not the names of big companies.

Volunteer: Can such an ancient virus be effective against the archbishop?

Supervisor: Anyone who has studied history knows that Catholicism suffered the most severe damage during the Black Death. Therefore, even if the Catholic archbishop is immune to all poisons, he cannot fight against the Black Death bacteria.

Supervisor: Oh, sorry, it's my fault, I forgot that Americans don't study history.

Volunteer: Americans are not rats who can only hide in the dark catacombs of London and dwell on piles of old papers.

Philanthropist: Well, gentlemen, please be patient. This is not the time to argue.

Professor: Now that the director has completed his preparations, we will proceed as planned tonight.

Philanthropist: Now it's up to you. You can prepare to launch the blood plague, Mr. Supervisor.

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Looking at the chat history scrolling on the screen, "Supervisor" Kevin Glenson smiled smugly.

Oh, these rude country bumpkins and nouveau riche, who are so poor that they only have money left, are ignorant and incompetent, and yet they still have to rely on me?

He wanted to be reserved but said a few words that were superficially modest but actually meant to brag. However, just as his hands were placed on the keyboard, there was a slight thud behind him.

This is a silenced pistol!

Glenson was shocked.

But for some reason his reaction became extremely slow. Before he could react, a bullet hit his left arm with a "puff".

The bullet pierced his forearm and continued to fly forward until it hit the computer screen.

The screen flickered and then went completely black.

He turned around in pain, only to see Anjie flip her palm and deftly fire several more shots, each one hitting him.

Damn!

Kevin Glenson didn't have time to think about what went wrong. His eyes were bloodthirsty and he was ready to counterattack Angel, making a gesture to pounce.

At this moment, a strong force of wind blew from behind him, and he could not dodge in time. He could only swing out his right arm to block, and was firmly blocked by the powerful punch thrown by Li Shanze.

With a crisp snap, Kevin Glenson's right arm bent at a strange angle.

Li Shanze immediately threw another heavy punch, which hit his chest hard, making a dent in his chest and knocking him out. He fell heavily against the wall, and then, like a wet rag thrown against the wall, slowly slid down.

Li Shanze shook his neck, making a crisp crackling sound.

Then he walked up slowly and grabbed Kevin Glenson by the collar.

"Good evening, Mr. Guy, or should I call you Kevin Glenson?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Kevin Glenson coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam. "Really, really a warm greeting, Mr. Li."

"Perhaps you wish I could be more enthusiastic?" Li Shanze clenched his fists again, making a crackling sound. "Or perhaps you'd rather answer the questions honestly, so we can both save some effort."

Kevin Glenson coughed up several mouthfuls of blood again: "Cough cough cough cough cough! Didn't you guys eat the dinner I sent over?"

"Who would eat dinner if they knew it was tampered with?" Li Shanze said coldly. "What do you think, Mr. Glenson?"

"Cough, cough, cough. You're smart, very smart." Kevin Glenson's voice grew weaker and weaker, then suddenly became high-pitched. He suddenly roared with all his might, "But you're not smart enough!"

Kevin Glenson, who had broken ribs, a broken right arm, and was shot several times and looked extremely weak, suddenly had all his injuries healed.

He suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand to grab Li Shanze's neck, and laughed triumphantly: "Hahahahaha, please die obediently, Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

Kevin Glenson couldn't wait to hear the sweet sound of Li Shanze's neck breaking.

However, his hand failed to touch Li Shanze's neck. Instead, he was met with a merciless punch from Li Shanze, which knocked him back against the wall.

Li Shanze listened attentively for a moment and sneered, "Oh, so you're a vampire. You must be very durable."

He raised his hand and with another snap, removed the vampire's left arm.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Kevin Glenson didn't wail in pain this time. Instead, he looked distraught and incredulous. "Why? Why are you fine?"

"Are you waiting for your crystallized Black Death to take effect?" Li Shanze asked with a smile.

You've really walked into trouble by trying to use the plague against me.

Looking at Ella who was sitting on his shoulder and swinging her little feet proudly, Li Shanze felt that this terrible elf was not bad.

Kevin Glenson was startled when he heard Li Shanze's words. He struggled and asked, "What? Aren't you, you, you the archbishop?"

"This has always been a fantasy made up by you messed-up people. When did I ever say I was an archbishop?" Li Shanze's tone was full of mockery. "I'm not even a believer."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Shanze finished speaking, the vampire he blasted into the wall exploded with a bang.

But this vampire did not explode into blood plasma, but turned into a thick fog.

The smell of the fog was so strong and pungent that everyone covered their mouths and noses. The thick fog suddenly spread throughout the room and flowed outwards with great fanfare.

"Hahahahaha!" The vampire's voice was crazy and empty. "Since you are not the archbishop, then goodbye, dear Li! Don't worry, I will repay you for your hospitality later!"

Charlie shouted anxiously, "This is the Victorian industrial fog, a mimic of the vampires' foggy city! If we don't burn it with holy light, we must ring the church's steam bells at a specific frequency to force it to condense back into human form."

"Yes, yes, you are a very knowledgeable witch. It's a pity that in this desolate and ignorant continent, where can you find a steam clock?" The vampire laughed happily.

"What a coincidence! The Grand Knight of the Church is on his way and will soon arrive at the Glass Palace. You have no way to escape, Kevin Glenson." Angel said coldly.

"That's a lie," the vampire sneered. "The great knight is being tripped up by someone right now. There's no way she could have split herself up and come here."

At this time, Li Shanze took out his mobile phone, opened Spotify, and played a song.

The organ roared and the prelude of "Thriller" composed by MJ sounded.

"This is a dreadful, crude organ, a barbarous affront to civilized senses. This music might be a suitable accompaniment for a lunatic asylum dance."

A very unpleasant comment came from the thick fog that the vampire had transformed into.

"However, unfortunately, I don't have time to continue to appreciate this farce of monkeys banging on tin barrels with you."

The vampire expressed regret, but his tone gradually became cheerful.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Lee, and you two beautiful ladies. Have a nice evening."

"Oh, by the way, here's a little advice. Even if you can't appreciate Beethoven or Wagner, you should at least listen to Verdi's operas."

Vampire discourse is rife with aesthetic prejudices.

At this time, Li Shanze not only did not turn off his mobile phone in shame, but instead started singing along with the melody coming from the phone.

"It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark

At midnight the devil hides in the dark"

As soon as Li Shanze opened his mouth, these syllables were like a heavy hammer, hitting Kevin Glenson's head hard.

Mr. Vampire, who prided himself on his exquisite taste, screamed, "What a horrible butcher's cry!"

Li Shanze ignored the audience's protests and continued singing.

“Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart

The sight under the moonlight can almost make your heart stop."

Although there was no moonlight on the snowy night, Mr. Vampire really felt that his heart was about to stop.

“You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it

Trying to scream terror but your vocal cords fail"

Kevin Glenson wanted to try to do something, such as making some noise to suppress Li Shanze's horrible singing, but he was horrified to find that he could not utter a single syllable.

"You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes

My whole body is cold and my eyes are flashing with fear

You're paralyzed

You are completely paralyzed.”

When Li Shanze sang to this point with his out-of-tune voice, the vampire Kevin Glenson had already transformed into human form again.

The vampire was completely paralyzed on the ground, sweating profusely, looking terrified, but unable to speak.

Li Shanze smiled and stepped on the vampire's face: "Who said that without holy light and steam clocks, we can't stop vampires?"

The vampire's eyes rolled back and he fainted completely.

075 Blood Plague Outbreak

"Oh my God, Li, dear Li, please, tell me before you sing next time so that I can be prepared." Xia Li said weakly, holding on to the wall.

Miss Witch was dazzled by Li Shanze's sudden singing. She felt dizzy and her feet went weak. She subconsciously held onto the wall.

Angel wasn't in much better condition. She supported herself on the chair with one hand and sat down with difficulty. She held her head, gasping for breath, and tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

The bounty hunter lady was no longer as elegant and calm as usual. Her head was covered with beads of sweat and she looked extremely embarrassed.

"From now on, Li, before you sing, give me a signal so I can plug my ears."

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Li Shanze spread his hands helplessly. "I was just worried that the vampire would run away, so I came up with this idea on the spur of the moment."

After being inspired by the steam clock, Li Shanze had a flash of inspiration. He thought that since his singing could restrain supernatural things, it might be able to be used to deal with vaporized vampires.

So he tried it, and found that the effect was a little too good, and even the two ladies were attacked by his screams.

It seems that this song is quite effective in restraining supernatural things...wait.

Charlie and Ange couldn't handle it, but will Ella, who looks so fragile, be okay?

Li Shanze turned his head suddenly and found Ella still sitting on his shoulder.

The little lady just had a bitter face, shrank her head, and covered her pointed ears with her little hands. Her expression looked like>.

"Wow, Li Shanze's singing is so terrible!"

The elf complained loudly and energetically.

Li Shanze observed Ella carefully for a long time and felt that the elf did not seem to be feeling unwell. It seemed that she simply thought Li Shanze's singing was unpleasant.

After the elf tentatively shook his ears and lowered his hands from blocking them, Li Shanze asked, "Ella? Are you okay?"

Ella first let out an "ouch", then shrank her neck and covered her ears again.

Only then did she realize something and said angrily, "Ella is fine! But Li Shanze's singing is terrible! Don't sing again!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you in advance before I sing next time." Li Shanze stretched out his finger and poked Ella's head with amusement.

Then, Li Shanze looked at the ring that automatically appeared on the ring finger of his left hand after signing the contract, and then looked at the elf sitting on his right shoulder, thinking about something.

It seems that this strange singing voice still has limitations on supernatural things, and is not unlimited restraint.

Neither the strange ring left by the female devil nor the elf Ella was affected by the singing.

The singing can affect witches, vampires, bounty hunters and even the holy light that burns souls in the church, but it cannot affect the ring left by Alessia and the elf Ella.

The elf Ella just thought the singing was unpleasant, and the ring said nothing, not even complaining about it being unpleasant.

Why is this so? What exactly can be affected by singing and what can't? What are the patterns behind this?

Li Shanze was full of doubts.