Wei Yang felt something was wrong in an instant.

The voice in Qiao Jiajin’s heart was extremely loud, and the punching motion he imagined already included the scene of hitting him.

A sense of crisis actually rippled through Wei Yang’s heart. He felt as if he had encountered a true killer. Before he even had time to be afraid, the pitchfork in his hand had already thrust out.

He had a feeling that if he didn’t strike first this time, he would truly be sent flying by him.

The pitchfork shot out like a released spear, stabbing toward Qiao Jiajin’s lower abdomen. Wei Yang deliberately gripped the end of the pitchfork—as soon as the opponent showed any thought of dodging, he would suddenly change the direction of the pierce. Countless people had already died under this attack.

“Mind-reading” was ultimately “mind-reading,” an “Echo” that could suppress all fighting techniques.

Just as the pitchfork was about to pierce Qiao Jiajin’s lower abdomen, Wei Yang’s ears heard no sound at all.

“Boy… you’re not dodging…?”

The pitchfork thrust forward violently, but Qiao Jiajin merely stepped aside expressionlessly when the pitchfork was just a finger’s width away, evading this fatal attack.

Wei Yang looked at Qiao Jiajin’s eyes in disbelief. When making such a crucial dodging movement, the young man before him hadn’t thought anything at all.

His body seemed to have moved on its own. His brain hadn’t issued any commands from start to finish.

In the next instant, Qiao Jiajin took two more fierce steps forward, closing in on Wei Yang. Then he pulled his right fist back to his waist, extended his left hand to grab Wei Yang’s collar to steady his opponent’s form, and then his right hand shot upward like a rocket.

“You…!”

Just as Wei Yang was about to speak, his chin received a heavy blow. His upper and lower teeth suddenly clamped together at this moment, making a tremendous sound.

He only felt his eyes go black. Before he could feel the pain, his feet had already left the ground. The dark red sky came into view the next second. After a full two or three seconds, he felt something hit his back, and dust flew up.

How many years had it been since anyone had hit him?

Since Wei Yang had become proficient at “mind-reading,” this should be the first time he had been truly and solidly sent flying.

After about twenty-odd seconds, Wei Yang could barely make out the scene before him. The earth-yellow sun in the sky contracted slightly.

“The sky here is truly beautiful…” Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. “This song paired with the sky… how captivating.”

“Farmer.” Qiao Jiajin kicked the pitchfork beside him away with one foot, then squatted beside him and said, looking down, “Did you hear my inner voice?”

“I could hear it… but couldn’t dodge it…” Wei Yang lay on the ground with a bitter smile, feeling that his teeth had already loosened. “What a fierce punch…”

“This punch really isn’t much,” Qiao Jiajin said. “Compared to the holes you left on those ‘native residents,’ it’s still quite light.”

“I think I took a punch from you before… hehe… Now I’m stronger than before, and I could actually dodge several times in a row…” Wei Yang said with a smile. “Sure enough, without preserving memories, one becomes weaker and weaker…”

“You’ve misunderstood,” Qiao Jiajin smiled slightly. “If I were using my own body now, perhaps you would have already fallen with the first punch.”

“You…”

“I’m not used to this body,” Qiao Jiajin said. “The first two punches were purely me adapting, not your superior skill. Can you understand that, sausage?”

Chen Junnan saw that Qiao Jiajin had taken down Wei Yang. He turned back to exchange a glance with Qi Xia, and the two walked into the farm one after another.

The madman before them was indeed very dangerous. Not only had he set up lethal traps here, but he had also prepared a life-threatening pitchfork. Combined with his “mind-reading,” ordinary participants would find it difficult to survive at his hands.

Seeing Qi Xia and Chen Junnan approaching, Qiao Jiajin nodded to them and asked, “What do we do next?”

“Go put your shirt on first,” Qi Xia said.

“Yeah, Old Qiao,” Chen Junnan also sighed helplessly. “When are you going to break this habit of taking off your shirt whenever you fight? Are you Xu Chu?”

“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin walked to the side somewhat awkwardly to pick up his shirt, patted the dust off it, and put it on. “You might not know, but because clothes were quite expensive before, if they got cut they couldn’t be worn anymore. I was quite poor, so I’d generally take them off before fighting. Over time, I developed this habit…”

“What kind of hellish joke is that…” Chen Junnan was stunned. “If clothes get cut they can’t be worn, but if your flesh gets cut you can heal and scar up by yourself, is that it?”

“Although it’s a bit funny… that’s really the situation. If I get cut, I just need to tough it out and it’ll scar over, but if clothes get torn they can’t be worn anymore.” Qiao Jiajin shrugged nonchalantly. “Speaking of which, this body is good in every way, except it doesn’t seem like one that’s been through street fights.”

While the two were talking, Qi Xia had already arrived beside Wei Yang, and their gazes met at this moment.

In this instant, not only did Wei Yang furrow his brow, but even Qi Xia felt something was off.

“Ram…?” Qi Xia asked softly.

“Ha… haha…” Wei Yang looked into Qi Xia’s eyes, constantly grinning. That smile was particularly ugly. “I wouldn’t dare. In front of you, how could I be a ram? You’re the ram… haha… ram…”

“I am the ram,” Qi Xia nodded. “So you’re also a ram?”

“Of course I’m a ram…” Wei Yang widened his eyes and said with a smile. “You’re really amazing… Clearly you don’t remember anything, yet you can guess everything…”

“So you really are a ram,” Qi Xia asked again. “When were you a ram? And what kind of ram?”

“Qi Xia… hahahaha…” The more Wei Yang stared into Qi Xia’s eyes, the more his smile spread uncontrollably. “What the hell… fraud? Hahahaha…”

“What did you say?”

“You really went all the way… To escape from this hellish place, you didn’t even spare yourself?”

Wei Yang slowly got up from the ground, then spat a mouthful of bloody water onto the ground. “Back then, afraid I’d hear your inner plan… you kicked me out first, and now you’ve come to visit me on your own initiative… How ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous.” Qi Xia grabbed Wei Yang’s collar. “I even dared to face ‘Heavenly-Snake’ directly—would I be afraid of your mind-reading?”

“Hahahaha!” Wei Yang laughed loudly. “‘Heavenly-Snake’ is nothing but trash! Could he read through you?”

“So you can read through me?” After hearing this, the corners of Qi Xia’s mouth also lifted slightly. He had found another logical flaw in the other’s words.