“Oh…?”

Qi Xia felt that Wei Yang’s mind-reading was indeed somewhat more powerful than “Heavenly-Snake’s.”

He hadn’t just seen his own eyes, yet he could immediately perceive his thoughts at the first moment.

Even information that “Heavenly-Snake” couldn’t instantly decipher—had he completely sorted it out through those ten-odd seconds just now?

“I’ll go,” Qiao Jiajin said softly, slowly walking forward. He made no attempt to conceal his footsteps, advancing straight toward the farm’s gate.

“Right, Old Qiao still has his ‘Echo’ active.”

Chen Junnan was about to say something when he heard a melodious bell sound coming from far away.

They were already very far from the city center. To still be able to hear the bell now only proved that this bell sound was loud enough.

“Uh… no way…” Chen Junnan smiled bitterly. “Just as I was about to praise you, it’s already over?”

“Haha!” Qiao Jiajin replied carelessly. “Junnan boy, this is already very good. It lasted much longer than the last ‘Echo.'”

“Then don’t go provoke him…” Chen Junnan frowned and grabbed Qiao Jiajin’s arm. “This old bastard won’t listen to your rhetoric.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry…” Qiao Jiajin still smiled as he pushed Chen Junnan’s hand back. “Even without an ‘Echo,’ I can still go up and chat with him. You might not understand me very well… what I’m best at is chatting.”

“Huh?” This statement left Chen Junnan stunned. “Old Qiao, I know you all too well. Your style of ‘chatting’ doesn’t work with normal people—it only works when sparring with madmen.”

“Isn’t he exactly a madman?”

Qi Xia watched as Qiao Jiajin walked forward with a calm expression, while Wei Yang in the distance continued to tend to the severed limbs in the field on his own. For a moment, Qi Xia felt something was off.

This trap seemed to be completely buried in the soil, with no trace visible on the surface. The instant Qiao Jiajin stepped on it, the ground in front of him suddenly began to churn and roll violently.

A door panel studded with nails emerged from beneath the ground, suddenly standing upright and lunging fiercely toward Qiao Jiajin.

*Whoosh*!!

Just as Qi Xia and Chen Junnan in the distance had barely reacted and hadn’t yet made any moves, Qiao Jiajin had already extended his hand to block the door panel. Only some dust flew onto his body.

Qi Xia and Chen Junnan, still shaken, walked forward a few steps. Only then did they discover that Qiao Jiajin had extended three fingers to press against the door panel, avoiding the nails on it while also stopping the panel’s advance.

“Ptui… ptui…” Qiao Jiajin spat out the dust in his mouth. “Lucky my movements are faster than my brain… You trashy sausage, are you trying to kill me without saying a word?”

Wei Yang continued singing to the severed limbs in the farm, completely ignoring Qiao Jiajin’s questions.

“Damn, ignoring me, huh?” Qiao Jiajin patted the dust off his body and strode forward. “Can’t even have a chat?”

“Hey, Old Qiao!” Chen Junnan called out somewhat worriedly. “Watch out for more traps…”

“It’s fine… I’m already getting a bit angry,” Qiao Jiajin said. “If he wants to speak with fists, I’ll listen with fists.”

After saying this, he looked back at Qi Xia and asked with a serious expression, “Liar boy, can I hit him?”

“Of course,” Qi Xia nodded. “Do what you want to do.”

After hearing this, Qiao Jiajin directly took off his dust-covered shirt and unceremoniously threw it aside. Just as he was about to start shouting, he realized he seemed a bit thin and weak.

“Damn…” Qiao Jiajin somewhat shyly covered his upper body. “I forgot I’m so skinny and small…”

“Uh…” Chen Junnan blinked. “Old Qiao, how about I take off my shirt this time?”

“No, no need…” Qiao Jiajin shook his head. “I’ll still be the one to take it off. This physique is still more than enough to deal with him.”

Qiao Jiajin approached Wei Yang step by step, his tone also becoming somewhat cold. “Hey… farmer, lift your head and look at me.”

“Qiao Jiajin, oh Qiao Jiajin…” Wei Yang kept shaking his head. He placed the watering can in his hand beside him, lifted his head to reveal a deranged expression. “Haven’t you died enough? Want to get another chance at death from me?”

“Enough?” Qiao Jiajin smiled slightly. “Farmer, I’ve been poor since I was young, so I take everything others give me.”

“Interesting…” Wei Yang reached up to scratch his forehead, then left blood stains on his forehead. He tremblingly stood up, squeezing out a trace of a smile. “You really don’t lie…”

“This is my first time meeting you—what need is there to lie?”

“No, no, no… boy…” Wei Yang waved his pitch-black palm. “Precisely because you think this is your first time meeting me, there’s no need to tell the truth.”

“Lying is too tiring,” Qiao Jiajin shook his head. “Farmer, stand steady. I’m going to punch you now.”

“Hmm…?” Wei Yang’s face instantly showed an expression caught between laughter and tears. “Punch me? Huh? Hahahaha!”

“That’s right. Are you going to take it with your left cheek or your right cheek?” Qiao Jiajin took a step forward, and the aura on his body also changed.

“I won’t take it,” Wei Yang also took a step forward. “Qiao Jiajin, why are you punching me…? Because I couldn’t save your brother back then, now you’re planning to vent your anger on me?”

“You…” Qiao Jiajin was clearly angered by this statement. He stepped forward and directly threw a hook punch toward the other’s cheek.

But the instant he struck, the other had already begun to retreat, as if he had long ago perceived Qiao Jiajin’s movements. Although this punch narrowly grazed past Wei Yang’s face, it didn’t harm him in the slightest.

“Hahahaha!” Wei Yang laughed loudly. “What are you panicking about? Why is the punch you throw different from what you imagined?”

Qiao Jiajin didn’t answer. After retreating a step, he punched again. This punch was exactly the same as the previous situation—just as he raised his hand, Wei Yang had already shifted his feet and once again narrowly dodged.

It appeared that Wei Yang not only had the ability to “read minds” but also had some martial arts foundation. However, he looked refined and gentle, not like someone who had received any training. This combat experience should have all been earned through fighting in the “Land of End.”

“Old Qiao seems a bit strange,” Chen Junnan said with a furrowed brow. “Why are his movements so odd?”

Qi Xia looked at Qiao Jiajin and naturally arrived at the answer, then the corners of his mouth lifted. “Don’t worry.”

Wei Yang once again dodged Qiao Jiajin’s attack, laughing so hard he bent forward and backward. “Boy! Your mouth won’t lie, but your movements are lying! The thought is beautiful, but what comes out is what?”

Qiao Jiajin once again withdrew his fist and couldn’t help but frown. “Damn… soft and powerless, what kind of body is this?”