In the warehouse, only Yang Xiao was left.
In front of him, a strong beam of light shone directly into his eyes.
This was a strategy to prevent him from sleeping, as sleep could effectively alleviate pain.
Yang Xiao thought it was childish, like a game, clearly there were better ways, but that big guy obviously didn't want to listen to his free lecture.
Yang Xiao closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
He had his own way of sleeping.
He slept very lightly, just a few minutes.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a crow standing on the interrogation table in front of him.
Yang Xiao was puzzled.
How could there be a crow here?
Even more bewildering things happened.
The crow could actually speak!
A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from the crow's mouth:
"Artist, Yang Xiao."
Yang Xiao immediately sat up straight, like a serious student listening to a lecture:
"Yes!"
He understood, this must be the work of the Demon Club.
