"Traitor? Night Fury?"

After listening to the bespectacled little man ramble on for a while, Yang Zheng asked with some confusion, "Who is Night Fury?"

The little man hurriedly replied, "It was that guy you trampled to death half a month ago. He deserved to die; he was a madman..."

Yang Zheng's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but recall the crazed little black-robed figure when he first entered the teleportation portal.

He remembers this incident very vividly.

At that time, this fool, holding a Two Realms Pearl, actually dared to threaten him. He was then stomped to death by him, and the Two Realms Pearl and the dark yellow ancient book were stolen.

Upon realizing this, he instantly understood what was going on.

Looking down at the bespectacled figure again, his gaze turned sinister. "The church relics you mentioned, are they the black and white beads, and the ancient book?"

The bespectacled little man nodded repeatedly, saying, "The Two Realms Bead and the Ghost Classic are both sacred objects of our Ghost Church. We have studied them for many years, and only recently have we deciphered some of their mysteries..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng's heart stirred, and he immediately took out the dark yellow ancient book from the drawer, continuing to ask the little figure, "In that case, you should be able to translate the contents of it, right?"

The bespectacled little man stared at the ghostly holy book in the giant's hand, his eyes filled with confusion.

He didn't understand why the holy book had become so huge.

Could it be that the giant used some kind of magical magic to make things grow bigger?

Yang Zheng turned the dark yellow ancient book to the last page, pointed to the giant portal and the ferocious giant in the eerie illustration, and asked expectantly, "What does this illustration mean? Translate the text next to the illustration for me."

The bespectacled little man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I don't recognize these characters, I really can't understand them..."

"Damn it, he's still playing dumb with me!"

A sinister glint flashed in Yang Zheng's eyes. Without hesitation, he took out an electronic lighter and gave the little man's lower body a few more electric shocks.

The little man with glasses screamed in agony as he was electrocuted, uttering pitiful pleas for mercy.

"Giant, have mercy! Giant, have mercy! It's not that I'm unwilling to translate, I just really can't understand the text above!"

"Deciphering the Ghost Codex is the job of Night Fury and Night Spirit. They both have extremely deep knowledge of the secret histories of various writing systems around the world, so the Chairman has always entrusted them with this important task..."

Pat pat pat pat!

Yang Zheng still didn't believe his story and continued to administer electric shocks.

Finally, the bespectacled little man suddenly convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and he became still.

It seems he has truly fallen into a coma this time.

Yang Zheng stopped the electric torture, looked at the motionless little man, and frowned, saying, "Judging from his appearance, it seems that he really doesn't recognize the characters in the ancient book."

"But this guy doesn't seem very honest; we'll have to use more torture to get a proper confession."

Thinking of this, he picked up the ice water and sprayed it several times onto the unconscious little man.

Soon, the bespectacled little man woke up again.

Upon waking up and seeing the giant's terrifying and ferocious face, he trembled with fear and pleaded repeatedly, "Great giant, I really don't recognize the words on it, I'm not lying to you."

Snap!

"Waaaaah... I really don't know him!"

Snap!

"Please spare me! I really don't know him. If I did, why would I hide it? Why would I invite trouble upon myself? Why would I provoke your anger?"

Pat pat!

"Stop, stop, stop... I remember now, I remember now!"

Yang Zheng put away the electronic lighter and looked at him coldly, "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, speak!"

The bespectacled little man was deathly pale and breathing heavily. "I really don't recognize the words on it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Zheng immediately extended a lighter.

This time, the bespectacled little man was truly terrified by the electric shock, and said in a tearful voice, "I really don't know it, but there's one place that can definitely be deciphered... Devil's Island... Yes, Devil's Island."

Yang Zheng frowned. "Alcatraz?"

The bespectacled little man hurriedly said, "The Two Realms Pearl and the Ghost Scripture were stolen by the first president from a secluded forbidden area called Devil's Island hundreds of years ago. It is said that the natives there can read the writing on them. As long as you go to Devil's Island, you will be able to decipher all the secrets of the classics."

Yang Zheng pondered for a moment, then asked, "Where is Devil's Island?"

The bespectacled little man shook his head nervously and said, "I don't know, I really don't know. I only heard about it from the president. Now that the president is dead, and Night Fiend and Night Spirit are also dead, I know even less."

"However, great giant, you need not worry at all. With your majesty and earth-shattering power, you will soon find Devil's Island..."

Yang Zheng ignored him.

Staring at the dark yellow ancient book in his hand, he was stunned for a long time before finally stuffing it back into the drawer.

He can't translate ancient books, but he should be able to translate that mysterious white jade tablet, right?

If it can't be translated, it proves that this guy definitely has a problem and must be tortured severely.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately took out the white jade tablet hidden by the bedside.

I originally intended to show it directly to the little man with glasses.

But upon closer reflection, I realized it wasn't appropriate.

What if there's a powerful technique hidden inside, and this cunning guy manages to steal and learn it? Who knows if he'll still be able to control him?

Thinking of this, he took out paper and pen and carefully copied down one of the four large characters in the first row on the white jade tablet.

Then he took it, handed it to the little man with glasses, and asked in a cold tone, "You should recognize this, right?"

The little man stared at the character, looked at it for a moment, and nodded nervously. "I...I recognize this character. It's the common writing system in our world."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng was instantly filled with excitement.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and calmly continued to ask, "What does this word mean?"

"fog!"

Without hesitation, the bespectacled little man replied, "It means fog..."

Yang Zheng looked at him expressionlessly, thinking to himself that he had to be careful and not let him translate in order. He had to shuffle all the fonts and randomly select a single font for him to translate.

After seeing the giant show him only one word and then nothing more for a long time, the bespectacled little man became nervous, thinking that the giant didn't believe him and was preparing to use "torture" again.

Thinking of this, he said in a trembling voice, filled with fear and anxiety, "Great giant, I really didn't lie to you. I really recognize those words. They really are the common script of our world..."

Yang Zheng still ignored him.

He slowly walked to the bedside, looked at the mysterious white jade tablet, picked up paper and pen, and continued to copy it.

From now on, he will only copy one word at a time, and he will not copy them in any order.

The only solution is to completely scramble the inscriptions on the white jade tablet.

There's no way around it; you can't be too careful.

Just to be on the safe side, and to prevent any omissions during the translation process, it is necessary to take photos and save them.

Thinking of this, he quietly put down the white jade tablet, took out a phone stand, placed his phone on it, aimed it at the little figure on the table, and started the video recording function.

The little man with glasses is stuck to the table with tape and can't move, he can only turn his little head left and right.

When he saw Yang Zheng holding a phone stand and pointing it at him, his eyes were filled with fear, thinking that the giant was about to use some cruel torture device on him again.

Once everything is ready, recording begins.

Yang Zheng handed him a copied character and said, "Translate this character!"

"Absolutely brilliant!"

"Very good, move on to the next one."

"This is called: Lei, which means thunder and lightning, and can also be understood as a loud sound."

"Continue, next one."

"Wind... means wind."

As Yang Zheng quickly copied, the little figures also translated them one by one at a rapid pace.

During this process, the bespectacled little man translated quickly and cautiously, afraid that speaking too slowly would anger the giant.

It took more than an hour for the bespectacled little man to finally translate all the text on the white jade tablet.

Yang Zheng took out his phone, saved the video, and planned to study it slowly when he had time.

He wrote down the translations and annotations of all the characters on the white jade tablet.

When the time comes, if he finds it difficult to understand or doesn't flow smoothly while watching, he can simply refer to the translation videos one by one to learn.

Next, Yang Zheng had something even more important to do—to force the little bespectacled man to reveal his invisibility technique!