Chapter 526: Subconsciousness

After Wei Yang finished speaking, he bent down to pick up his watering can, thrust the hay fork viciously into the ground, walked a few steps forward, and pushed Qi Xia away with his dirty palm.

“It's getting late today,” Wei Yang turned back and scanned the three with his cunning eyes, “Are you staying for dinner? There's a young girl I dismembered yesterday; it's been out for a day, and the texture is still okay.”

Hearing this, Qi Xia's face darkened again. After a while, he asked:

“Wei Yang, are all these things I made you do?”

“Ha, not exactly, I just have my own preferences.” Wei Yang laughed and stretched. “When I was doing fraud abroad, I often thought of an old term from novels, called gui yin tian yuan. Back then, I thought, if I could quit while I'm ahead and live a self-sufficient rural life, how leisurely that would be?”

Chen Jun Nan looked at the limbs scattered around the farm and frowned, asking: “So this is your tian yuan?”

“Sort of, but not entirely.” Wei Yang shook his head, “An ordinary rural life is just planting vegetables and watering, and if you're lucky, raising some cattle and sheep... That's not my dreamed tian yuan life. Only here will do, where I can do whatever I want. I can kill if I want to kill, torture if I want to torture, I can even tear and bite the limbs of young girls... Do you understand?”

“We don't understand.” Chen Jun Nan and Qiao Jia Jin said in unison.

“Keep some memories, and you'll understand.” Wei Yang said indifferently, “Here, you can do anything you wouldn't dare in the real world, because you might not remember it yourself, and others might not either.”

“Don't kid yourself.” Qi Xia interrupted coldly, “You can keep those limbs to tear and bite yourself. We're not on the same path anymore.”

“Ha ha ha ha...” Wei Yang, about to enter the door, laughed upon hearing Qi Xia's words, “Not the same kind? But we're all yang...”

“But I'm a true yang.” Qi Xia said, “What about you?”

“Interesting...” Wei Yang turned around and said in a very soft voice, “I'm also a true yang.”

Qi Xia frowned for a moment, but the next second, Wei Yang turned and entered the room, closing the door heavily.

Wei Yang is indeed a true yang.

Chen Jun Nan and Qiao Jia Jin were both a bit dumbfounded at that moment. They had come to chat with Wei Yang, but the conversation between Qi Xia and Wei Yang was too obscure; they couldn't understand it at all.

Qi Xia, seeing this, frowned and turned back to the two, saying: “Let's go, get back before dark.”

The two, seeing Qi Xia's expression, naturally understood something. They knew they could be confused, as long as Qi Xia understood.

As Qi Xia led the two back on the road, he suddenly turned his head and asked: “Chen Jun Nan, when I think... do I touch my chin?”

“Before...?” Chen Jun Nan thought carefully, “You know what... you're right... it seems you really don't! Although you used to think a lot and had all sorts of poses, it wasn't just touching your chin.”

Chen Jun Nan pondered his distant memories, even he couldn't remember when exactly Qi Xia started liking to touch his chin.

Was it from this meeting seven years later?

Qi Xia, listening to Chen Jun Nan's words, knew there were two problems to solve now.

Besides “touching the chin,” there was “true yang.”

Through this brief contact, Qi Xia knew that his way of thinking was very similar to Wei Yang's.

In other words, since the other side threw out the “touching the chin” puzzle, it means the other believes that the current known conditions are sufficient to deduce the accurate answer.

Now, with the long road ahead, there's enough time for Qi Xia to list all the conditions.

He never had the habit of stroking his chin before, but now he does, which is very likely a habit he picked up from Wei Yang.

So, looking at it this way, the result is already obvious.

Qi Xia spent a few seconds linking all the clues together, and his expression darkened again, even his eyes filled with sadness.

Indeed, as long as you start exploring, every path leads to this answer.

Qi Xia had forgotten who Wei Yang was, yet he subconsciously made this action, which means...

Some things engraved in the subconscious are not forgotten even after rebirth.

Once this conclusion emerged, countless clues in Qi Xia's mind connected like circuits powering up for the first time.

Wei Yang probably never expected that Qi Xia would figure it out after walking less than ten steps.

But how can Qi Xia believe this shocking answer?

If he can control his subconscious, that means he had foreseen this problem long ago, so he improved himself in every experience.

All the “paths” he laid for himself before are the best proof, right?

He would engrave all the knowledge in his mind over and over, hoping that one day this knowledge could save his life in the subconscious.

He would try and fail repeatedly until he succeeds.

As long as he doesn't completely die, some things in the subconscious can remain, whether it's knowledge, habits, memories, or...

This is what Wei Yang wanted to express.

“Some things that can be left behind...”

In Qi Xia's mind, the figure in the pure white dress involuntarily appeared.

“Yu Nian An, are you just a trace of my lingering thought... or half of my life?”

Qi Xia felt his mind buzzing, and all the things he had insisted on almost collapsed at that moment.

Yu Nian An, including those strange memories... could they be something that the past self engraved into his subconscious on some day using some method?

If once isn't enough... then many times?

After repeated brainwashing and hypnosis, can he forge a realistic memory?

“So, there's no need for any 'echo' or 'magic'...“ Qi Xia looked at the sky and bitter smiled, “I don't need those things at all... I can drive myself into a corner by myself...”

“Deceiver... what's wrong with you?” Qiao Jia Jin felt something was off; Qi Xia had been mumbling to himself since earlier.

“Old Qi, are you okay?” Chen Jun Nan also asked, “Did that madman Wei Yang scare you silly?”

“Was I scared silly...?” Qi Xia's bitter smile seemed etched on his face, making him unable to think straight, “Qiao Jia Jin, Chen Jun Nan... why do you think we have to escape?”