The small figure in black robes wearing gold-rimmed glasses was held in Yang Zheng's hand the whole time.

His body was limp, and his hands and feet would twitch occasionally. Although he was not dead, he seemed to be in a coma and had not woken up.

Yang Zheng had already decided that he would find a way to wake him up after they got back.

As long as the villain is alive, everything will be fine.

Looking at the bonfire on the hillside, it was already nearing the end of its burning.

At this moment, Yang Zheng, carrying the last survivor, quickly slipped into the teleportation portal.

Back in the bedroom.

He casually closed the portal, then placed the little figure in front of the computer desk, found a roll of transparent tape, wrapped it around the small figure a few times, and then stuck it on the desktop.

The main purpose of doing this is to prevent the villain from escaping.

Bringing the alien beings back to Earth is actually a very risky undertaking, and we must proceed with extreme caution.

This strange fellow is an expert in invisibility.

If he has other special abilities and manages to slip away when I'm not paying attention, even if he doesn't dare to seek revenge, if he runs into Linjiang City, it will probably cause a huge uproar.

This is no joke.

Yang Zheng checked the time; it was already 3:30 a.m.

Perhaps because of his great success tonight, he was in a very excited mood and not sleepy at all.

Staring at the little bespectacled figure fixed to the table with tape.

He frowned slightly. It had moved a few times inside the small world, so why did it stop moving again after being brought out?

I wonder when he will wake up?

At that moment, I felt something rubbing against my legs.

Looking down, he saw that the black dog had crawled under the table and was repeatedly poking his calf with its head.

"Want some chicken drumsticks?"

Instantly, the black dog's eyes burst forth with a bright light.

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "You did well tonight, you deserve a reward."

After saying that, he went into the refrigerator, took out two chicken legs, and threw them to it.

Watching the black dog lying on the ground gnawing on a chicken leg, Yang Zheng turned to look at the little figure on the table.

Suddenly, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"What a coincidence..."

"That bespectacled guy, he wasn't moving at all until he was about to be burned, then he suddenly moved a few times. Was he that timely?"

Thinking this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he secretly wondered, "Is this bastard just playing dead with me?"

"It doesn't seem... quite reasonable, does it?"

"He knows invisibility. He just entered the small world. If we left him on the pile of firewood, he would have had a good chance to escape by hiding, but he didn't... Could it be that he's waiting for his skill to cool down?"

After a moment's hesitation, Yang Zheng got up, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and then sprayed it several times onto the face of the bespectacled little man.

puff!

He sprayed several times, soaking the little man's clothes, but he remained motionless and showed no signs of waking up.

"Could I have guessed wrong? Is he really in a deep coma?"

"No, just to be on the safe side, I have to try again."

"What method can be used to wake him up without hurting him?"

Yang Zheng took out a cigarette, then a lighter. With a click, a flame shot out after a flash of electricity.

Seeing this, he had an idea and quickly opened the lighter's latch and took out the electronic ignition.

"Whether he's faking death or not, we'll know after a few shocks with this electricity."

"This guy is so good at pretending, it probably won't work on other parts of the body, it has to be the most vulnerable and critical parts of the body..."

Thinking of this, he took out a small pair of scissors, lifted the robe of the bespectacled little man, and then carefully cut open the little man's pants.

Yang Zheng stared at the little man and said calmly, "I know you're faking your death. If you still refuse to wake up, you should know what I want to do."

The bespectacled figure lay motionless on the table, eyes closed.

Yang Zheng didn't bother with any nonsense. He simply took the electronic lighter, aimed it at the target, and pressed it lightly, sending out a tiny spark of electricity.

Instantly, the previously motionless bespectacled figure began to tremble and let out a pig-like scream.

"Ouch, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Hmph, you cunning little devil, you've finally woken up?

Yang Zheng stopped the electric shocks and looked at him coldly.

At this moment, the little black-robed figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses opened his eyes, his face pale, and looked around blankly, his gaze utterly vacant.

"Who...who am I? Where...where am I? How can you be so huge?"

This time, Yang Zheng finally lost his patience and cursed inwardly, "You bitch, now you're not pretending to be dead, but pretending to have amnesia, huh?"

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He picked up the electronic lighter again, aimed it at the little man, and gave him a few hard electric shocks.

Instantly, the bespectacled little man was electrocuted, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and constantly wailing and begging for mercy.

Yang Zheng put away the lighter and glared at him with a fierce look in his eyes. "Feeling better? You should remember who you are now, right?"

The bespectacled little man stared at the giant in terror, nodding repeatedly and saying, "I remember, I remember, giant, spare me, giant, spare me..."

"very good!"

Yang Zheng gave a cold laugh and went straight to the point, "From now on, I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll... *smack*!"

After saying that, he gave the target another hard electric shock, which made the little bespectacled man's nose and eyes run with snot and tears.

"Respected giant, great giant, please ask whatever you wish, and I will tell you everything I know."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Who are you all?"

Faced with the terrifying electric shock device in the giant's hand, the bespectacled little man dared not hesitate and immediately replied, "We are the Ghost Church."

"The Ghost Church?"

Yang Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Is it an organization?"

The bespectacled little man nodded and said, "Yes, we are a righteous organization with charity as our mission and helping the poor fight against the brutal ruling class as our ideal. Great giant, please believe me, there are good people in our church."

Yang Zheng would never believe his nonsense.

No righteous church would be named after a "ghost".

Using names like the Church of Light, the Church of Heaven and Earth, or even the Church of Happiness would be more convincing than this.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Why are you monitoring me? And how did you find me?"

"Because you stole... no, no, you unexpectedly obtained our church's supreme sacred relic,"

The bespectacled little man stared at the giant's ferocious face and continued tremblingly, "Night Fury, that traitor, betrayed the church, stole the sacred relic, and wanted to open the gate to the mystical realm alone to summon the great giant to enslave him. We strictly forbid this. How can the great giant be offended? Even if you don't destroy him, we will deal with this traitor ourselves..."