Chapter 523: A Wonderful Song

Wei Yang was just about to make a sarcastic remark when he heard Qiao Jiajin's words and was slightly taken aback.

"Isn't this your own body...? Because of Qian Wu...?" He quickly grasped the key point from Qiao Jiajin's eyes. "No wonder your movements are so strange, kid... Do you really think an attack like that could hit me?"

Qiao Jiajin heard this but smiled indifferently.

"Farmer boy, aren't you supposed to read minds?" Qiao Jiajin flexed his wrists. "So, what am I thinking right now?"

Wei Yang carefully examined the clear eyes in front of him and realized that Qiao Jiajin was still plotting how to attack him.

It was just that the images in his mind were becoming more detailed.

"You're adapting to this body?" Wei Yang asked with a laugh.

"What else?" Qiao Jiajin clenched his fist and grinned. "I'll have to rely on this body for fights over the next few days, so I need to adapt quickly."

After hearing this, Wei Yang slowly walked to one side, rummaged on the ground, and pulled out an old pitchfork covered in dried blood and rotting flesh. He swung it in his hand a few times, then turned to face Qiao Jiajin.

"Kid, if you take those two ambitious guys and get out of here, I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I'll fork you all to death one by one." Wei Yang held the pitchfork in one hand and wiped some bloodstains on himself with the other. "I just want to stay here quietly, farming and growing flowers, enjoying my own paradise."

"Paradise...?" Qiao Jiajin looked gravely at the field where the Yuan Zhu Min were tied to crosses, feeling a surge of anger. "How insane are you to call this hellish scene a paradise?"

"Hey..." Wei Yang chuckled. "You know what? These are all my carefully selected scarecrows..."

"Carefully selected?"

"In your eyes, every 'Yuan Zhu Min' just mindlessly repeats what they're doing, but only I know... These Yuan Zhu Min are always fixated on the same thought in their minds. After all, with their sanity gone, their thoughts don't wander far—they just keep repeating the same thing over and over."

"So what?"

"So... I carefully selected some Yuan Zhu Min whose minds echo with 'music'..."

Wei Yang walked to one side, his face twisted in madness, and raised his pitchfork, stabbing it viciously into a Yuan Zhu Min's leg.

Instantly, a hole pierced through the leg, and thick, blackish blood oozed out, but the Yuan Zhu Min made no sound, still mumbling to themselves.

Wei Yang placed his watering can under the Yuan Zhu Min to catch the dripping black blood, then closed his eyes as if listening to something.

"Do you hear it?!" Wei Yang suddenly opened his eyes, excited. "They're fine even when injured! They're hard to kill, and they don't feel pain! Even with their bodies full of wounds, they're still humming tunes in their minds!"

At that 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 nut this guy is, right?" Chen Junnan said. "Can we really win him over?"

Qi Xia frowned but didn't respond. He had encountered many lunatics, and Wei Yang was just one of them.

No matter how crazy he was, Qi Xia still had questions that needed answers.

Like "Zha Pian Fan."

Like "Wei Yang."

"Listen to it!!" Wei Yang shouted at the top of his lungs. "Where is this just an ordinary farm? It's a paradise echoing with beautiful songs! Why drag me away from here to join your ridiculous plan?! Huh? Are you the ones who are crazy?!"

He walked up to another person, listened for a moment, then grinned maniacally. "Qiao Jiajin, listen to this! An old song from the 1980s!! You've heard it, right?!"

Then he closed his eyes again, waving his hands in the air as if conducting a grand concert, though the surroundings were deathly quiet, with only the occasional wind.

Before anyone could respond, Wei Yang ran to another withered woman, closed his eyes beside her, and then smirked. "And this one! Oh my god! Trendy music from the future! Isn't this freaking amazing?!"

"This one!"

"And this one!! Listen!!"

"And..."

When Wei Yang reached an elderly person and found them motionless, he bent down to listen, then raised his pitchfork and stabbed the elder several times. Horrific wounds bloomed on the elder's lower abdomen, but no blood came out.

"Oh my god... Dead?" Wei Yang reached out to check the elder's breath and frowned. "Too old to even eat... Might as well plant them in the ground..."

At that point, he seemed to remember something and turned back to shout at the three. "Oh, right! Do you know? You reap what you sow! I plant hands and feet here, and all sorts of people will sprout from the soil... Can you imagine my great harvest? This place will eventually echo with the most wonderful songs in all of 'Zhong Yan Zhi Di'—my very own 'Nong Chang He Chang Tuan'..."

"But all I hear is wailing." Qiao Jiajin said somberly. "They're all tied up here wailing—where's the beautiful music?"

Qiao Jiajin looked at the bound Yuan Zhu Min; their arms had been tied so long they were mostly necrotic, and their skin was dry and cracked from dehydration and exposure, barely different from the dead.

"So you're the real crazies..." Wei Yang laughed. "If they can't escape, why not just enjoy life here? We can't change the world, so we have to accept it!"

"We're crazy...?" Qiao Jiajin scoffed. "If we're crazy, then your actions make perfect sense."

"What...?" Wei Yang tilted his head as if listening. "How absurd? Are you standing up for these walking corpses? Do you want to teach me a lesson? Kid... Even 'seeing justice done' needs a reason. Why stand up for a bunch of 'Yuan Zhu Min'? What do you expect to gain?"

Qiao Jiajin didn't answer; he just stepped back.

"No reward...?" Wei Yang muttered to himself maniacally. "How interesting—this is straight out of the books, like a 'hero'. Are you fighting for the common people?"

"Farmer boy, I was originally just going to punch you as a lesson so you wouldn't set up traps that could kill people anytime." Qiao Jiajin slowly crouched down into an attack stance. "But now, I'm actually getting angry."

"Oh?" Wei Yang held his fork in front of him, smiling without mirth. "You barge into my farm... Disrupt my life... And you're angry at me... Can you even be reasonable?"

Qiao Jiajin said nothing, but his mind kept echoing one thought:

"After three steps, step forward and land an uppercut to knock you flying."

"What...?" Wei Yang raised his pitchfork, blocking between himself and Qiao Jiajin. "You kid, still not giving up..."

Qiao Jiajin's lips curled up, and the loud thought burst from his clear eyes:

"After three steps, step forward and land a solid uppercut to knock you flying."