end of ten days.

Just as Wei Yang was about to mock him, he was slightly taken aback when he heard Qiao Jiajin's words.

"Isn't this your body...? Because of Qian Wu...?" He caught the point decisively from Qiao Jiajin's eyes, "No wonder you move so strangely... Even with this kind of attack, you want to hit me?"

Qiao Jiajin smiled indifferently when he heard this sentence.

"Farmer, don't you know how to read minds?" Qiao Jiajin moved his wrist, "Look at what I'm thinking right now?"

Wei Yang took a closer look at the pair of clear eyes in front of him, and found that he was still thinking about how to attack himself.

It's just that the picture in his mind became more and more specific.

"Are you getting used to this body?" Wei Yang asked with a smile.

"What else?" Qiao Jiajin clenched his fists and said with a smile, "I'm going to have to fight with this body in the next few days. It won't work if I don't get used to it early."

After hearing this, Wei Yang walked slowly to the side, and found an old pitchfork from the ground, which was covered with blood and rotting flesh. He shook the pitchfork in his hand, and then turned to face Qiao Jiajin. .

"Boy, get away from me with those two ambitious guys. I'll just pretend that nothing happened, or I will stab you to death one by one." Wei Yang held a pitchfork in one hand and a pitchfork in the other. Wiping blood stains on his body with one hand, "I just want to stay here honestly, farm and raise flowers, and enjoy my own paradise."

"Xanadu...?" Qiao Jiajin looked at the aborigines tied to the cross in this field with a serious face, always feeling a little angry, "How crazy are you, you can treat this hell like The scene of the Taoyuan?"

"Hey..." Wei Yang smiled, "Did you know? These are my carefully selected scarecrows..."

"Handpicked?"

"In your opinion, every "indigenous people" will repeat what they are doing meaninglessly, but only I know...these aborigines will always have the same idea in their hearts. After all, their The reason is gone, and the thoughts don't fly too far, they will repeat the same thing over and over in their hearts. "

"so what?"

"So... I carefully selected some "aboriginal people" who have "music" echoing in their hearts..."

Wei Yang stepped aside, raised his pitchfork with a frenzied expression, and stabbed viciously at the calf of an aborigine.

In an instant, the aborigine's calf was inserted out of the hole, and thick and black blood flowed out, but the aborigine didn't say a word, still muttering words in his mouth.

Wei Yang put his watering can under the aborigine's body, carefully received the dripping black blood, and then closed his eyes, as if he was listening to something.

"Did you hear that?!" Wei Yangxing suddenly opened his eyes, and said cheerfully, "It's okay for them to be injured! It's hard for them to die, and they are not afraid of pain! Even if their bodies are full of holes, they still hum in their hearts. play the tune!"

Not to mention Qiao Jiajin, even the expressions of Qi Xia and Chen Junnan in the distance changed.

"Old Qi...you can see what a piss-poor this guy is, right?" Chen Junnan said, "Can you win over such a person?"

Qi Xia frowned and didn't answer. He had come into contact with many lunatics, and Wei Yang could only be regarded as one of them.

No matter how crazy he is, he still has something to ask.

Like "fraudster".

For example, "Wei Yang".

"Listen!" Wei Yang shouted at the top of his lungs, "How is this an ordinary farm? This is a paradise that echoes with sweet singing! Why did you take me away from here to join your bullshit plan? !Ah? Are you crazy?!"

As he spoke, he walked up to a person and listened to it, then grinned wildly and said, "Qiao Jiajin, listen to it quickly! An old song from the 80s!! Have you heard this song?!"

Then he closed his eyes again and reached out to stir the air, as if he was conducting a grand concert, but the surroundings were quiet, with the occasional sound of wind.

Without waiting for everyone to respond, Wei Yang ran to another dry girl. He slowly closed his eyes beside the girl, and then grinned: "There's this one! Damn! Trendy music from the future! !How fucking sweet is this?!”

"this!"

"And this!! You listen!!"

"and also……"

When Wei Yang walked up to an old man, he found that the old man seemed to be motionless. He bent down and listened, and then he raised the pitchfork in his hand and stabbed the old man several times, causing several horrible wounds on the old man's lower abdomen. It bloomed, but the old man couldn't even bleed out.

"Mom...dead?" Wei Yang stretched out his hand to check the old man's breath and frowned, "I can't eat at this old age...I'd better plant it in the ground..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, turned around and shouted to the three of them: "That's right! Do you know? You can grow whatever you plant! I plant hands and feet here, and in the future, all kinds of plants will grow out of the soil. What kind of people... Do you know what kind of bumper harvest I will experience? This place will eventually echo with the most beautiful singing in the entire "Land of End". This is my "Farm Choir"..."

"But I can only hear wailing." Qiao Jiajin said with a gloomy expression, "Everyone of them is tied up here and wailing, how can there be a pleasant singing?"

Qiao Jiajin looked at the bound aborigines. Most of their arms were necrotic due to being bound for a long time, and the skin on their bodies was dry and cracked due to long-term lack of water and exposure to the air. , is no different from being dead.

"That's why you are really crazy..." Wei Yang laughed, "Since you don't have the ability to escape, why don't you enjoy your life here? We can't change the world, so we can only accept this world!"

"Are we crazy...?" Qiao Jiajin sneered, "If we were crazy, what you did would be understandable."

"What...?" Wei Yang listened carefully, "How absurd? Are you complaining about these walking corpses in your heart? You want to teach me a lesson for them? Boy... there must be a reason for "doing what is right" You stand up for a group of "aboriginal people", what do you want in return? "

Qiao Jiajin didn't answer, but just took a step back.

"Don't ask for anything in return...?" Wei Yang said to himself still crazily, "It's really interesting, isn't this the "knight" written in the book?Do you want to make a living for the people? "

"Farmer, originally I punched you just to teach you a lesson, so that you don't set up traps that can kill people at any time." Qiao Jiajin slowly bent down and made an offensive posture, "But now I do have some Angry."

"Oh?" Wei Yang put the fork in front of him, and said with a fake smile, "You broke into my farm...disrupted my life...you are still angry with me...can you tell me? Make sense?"

Qiao Jiajin stopped talking, but a voice kept echoing in his heart——

"After three steps, I will walk in front of you, and an uppercut will blow you away."

"What...?" Wei Yang lifted up the grass tea in his hand, and blocked himself and Qiao Jiajin, "You don't give up..."

The corner of Qiao Jiajin's mouth raised, and a huge voice in his heart burst out from a pair of clear eyes:

"After three steps, he walks in front of him, and an uppercut punches you hard."