Wei Yang was about to mock him when he heard Qiao Jiajin’s words and froze slightly.

“Isn’t this your body…? Because of Qian Wu…?” He decisively captured the key point from Qiao Jiajin’s eyes. “No wonder your movements are so strange, boy… Do you think you can hit me with this kind of attack?”

Hearing this, Qiao Jiajin showed a carefree smile.

“Farmer, don’t you read minds?” Qiao Jiajin moved his wrist. “Take a look at what I’m thinking right now.”

Wei Yang carefully looked at these clear eyes before him and found that his mind was still planning how to attack him.

However, the scene in his mind was becoming increasingly specific.

“You’re adapting to this body?” Wei Yang asked with a smile.

“What else?” Qiao Jiajin clenched his fist and smiled. “I’ll be relying on this body to fight for the next few days. If I don’t adapt early, that won’t do.”

After hearing this, Wei Yang slowly walked to one side, dug up an old pitchfork from the ground covered with filthy blood and rotting flesh. He held the pitchfork in his hand and swung it around, then turned to face Qiao Jiajin.

“Boy, take those two ambitious fellows and get lost from my place. I’ll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I’ll fork you to death one by one.” Wei Yang held the pitchfork in one hand and wiped blood stains on himself with the other. “I just want to stay here honestly, farming and growing flowers, enjoying my own paradise.”

“Paradise…?” Qiao Jiajin looked heavily at the native residents tied to crosses one by one in this field, feeling somewhat angry. “How mad have you gone that you can regard this hellish scene as paradise?”

“Heh…” Wei Yang smiled. “You know what? These are all carefully selected scarecrows…”

“Carefully selected?”

“In your eyes, every ‘native resident’ meaninglessly repeats what they’re doing. But only I know… a similar thought constantly circles in these native residents’ minds. After all, their rationality has disappeared, and their thoughts won’t fly too far. They’ll repeatedly mutter the same thing in their hearts.”

“So what?”

Wei Yang walked to the side, raised his pitchfork with a deranged expression, and stabbed fiercely into a native resident’s calf.

In an instant, the native resident’s calf was pierced through, and thick, blackened blood flowed out. Yet the native resident didn’t make a sound, still muttering in his mouth.

Wei Yang placed his watering can under the native resident, carefully collecting the dripping black blood drop by drop. Then he closed his eyes, as if listening to something.

“Do you hear it?!” Wei Yang suddenly opened his eyes and said excitedly. “They’re fine even when injured! They’re hard to kill, and they don’t fear pain! Even with their bodies riddled with wounds, they still hum tunes in their hearts!”

At this moment, not just Qiao Jiajin, but even Qi Xia and Chen Junnan in the distance changed their expressions.

“Old Qi… you see what kind of character this bastard is, right?” Chen Junnan said. “Can this kind of person be won over?”

Qi Xia frowned and didn’t answer. He had encountered many madmen, and Wei Yang was just one of them.

No matter how mad he was, there were things he himself needed to ask clearly.

Like the “Fraud.”

Like “未羊” (The Ram).

“Listen, all of you!!” Wei Yang shouted hoarsely. “How is this an ordinary farm? This is a paradise echoing with pleasant songs! Why would you take me away from here to join your dog-shit plan?! Huh? Are you crazy?!”

He walked in front of a person to listen, then grinned with a deranged smile. “Qiao Jiajin, listen! Old songs from the eighties!! You’ve heard this song, right?!”

Then he closed his eyes again and reached out to move the air, as if conducting a grand concert. Yet the surroundings were quiet, with only occasional wind sounds.

Before anyone could respond, Wei Yang ran to the side of another withered girl. He slowly closed his eyes beside the girl, then grinned. “And this one! My God! Trendy music from the future! How fucking pleasant is this?!”

“This one!”

“And this one!! Listen!!”

“And…”

When Wei Yang walked to the side of an old man, he found that the old man seemed to have stopped moving. He bent down to listen, then raised the pitchfork in his hand and stabbed the old man several times. Several horrifying wounds bloomed on the old man’s lower abdomen, yet the old man couldn’t even bleed anymore.

“My God… dead?” Wei Yang reached out to check the old man’s breath and couldn’t help but furrow his brow. “Too old to eat either… might as well plant him in the ground…”

At this point, he seemed to remember something and turned to shout at the three. “By the way! Do you know? Plant what and you’ll harvest what! I plant limbs here, and in the future, all kinds of people will emerge from the soil… Do you know what kind of great harvest I’ll experience? This place will ultimately echo with the most beautiful songs in the entire ‘Land of End.’ This is my ‘Farm Chorus’…”

“But all I can hear are wails,” Qiao Jiajin said with a gloomy expression. “Every one of them is tied up here wailing. Where are these pleasant songs?”

Qiao Jiajin looked at those bound native residents. Their arms had become fixed in position due to long-term binding and now appeared mostly necrotic. The skin on their bodies had also dried and cracked due to prolonged dehydration and exposure to air. They were no different from being dead.

“So you’re the ones who are truly mad…” Wei Yang smiled. “Since we don’t have the ability to escape, why not enjoy life here? If we can’t change the world, then we can only accept this world!”

“We’re mad…?” Qiao Jiajin sneered. “If we’re mad, then what you’re doing makes sense.”

“What…?” Wei Yang tilted his head to listen. “How absurd? Are you upset on behalf of these walking corpses in your heart? You want to teach me a lesson for them? Boy… ‘Acting righteously’ also needs a reason. You’re standing up for a group of ‘native residents’—what reward do you want to get?”

Qiao Jiajin didn’t answer, only took a step back.

“No reward…?” Wei Yang still muttered to himself in a crazed manner. “How interesting. Isn’t this the ‘righteous warrior’ written in books? You want to establish purpose for the common people?”

“Farmer, originally punching you once was just to teach you a lesson, to tell you not to set up traps that could kill people at any time,” Qiao Jiajin slowly bent down into an attacking stance. “But now I’m truly a bit angry.”

“Oh?” Wei Yang held the fork horizontally in front of himself, smiling without warmth. “You barge into my farm… disrupt my life… and you’re angry at me… Can we have some reason here?”

Qiao Jiajin said nothing more, but a voice constantly echoed in his heart:

“Three steps forward to reach you, one uppercut to send you flying.”

“What…?” Wei Yang raised the pitchfork in his hand, blocking it between himself and Qiao Jiajin. “You won’t give up, boy…”

The corner of Qiao Jiajin’s mouth lifted, and the enormous voice in his heart burst forth from his clear eyes: “Three steps forward to reach you, one solid uppercut to send you flying.”