“Oh…?”
Qi Xia felt that Wei Yang’s mind-reading abilities were indeed stronger than “Tian Snake’s.”
He hadn’t even looked into Qi Xia’s eyes yet had instantly discerned his thoughts.
Information that even “Tian Snake” couldn’t instantly interpret—had he completely unraveled it all in just those ten-odd seconds?
“I’ll go.” Qiao Jiajin said softly, stepping forward without concealing his footsteps, walking straight toward the farm gate.
“Ah right, Old Qiao’s still resonating.”
Chen Junnan was about to say something when a distant, melodious chime echoed from far away.
They were already very far from the city center, so hearing the bell now could only mean it was exceptionally loud.
“Uh… no way…” Chen Junnan forced a bitter smile. “I was just about to praise you, and now it’s over?”
“Haha!” Qiao Jiajin replied nonchalantly. “Junnanzai, this is already pretty good—lasts way longer than the last ‘resonance.'”
“Then don’t provoke him…” Chen Junnan frowned, grabbing Qiao Jiajin’s arm. “That old bastard won’t listen to your reasoning.”
“Relax, relax…” Qiao Jiajin still smiled, pushing Chen Junnan’s hand away. “Even without ‘resonance,’ I can still go talk to him. You guys might not know me well… I’m best at chatting.”
“Huh?” Chen Junnan was stunned. “Old Qiao, I know you too well. Your kind of ‘chatting’ doesn’t work with normal people—only lunatics can handle it.”
“And isn’t he exactly a lunatic?”
Qi Xia watched as Qiao Jiajin calmly walked forward while Wei Yang, still absorbed in tending to the dismembered limbs in the field, seemed oddly out of place in that moment.
Before Qi Xia could utter a word of warning, Qiao Jiajin stepped into the field—only to hear a *click* underfoot as if he’d stepped on something.
The trap was entirely buried, leaving no visible trace. The instant Qiao Jiajin triggered it, the ground before him suddenly heaved violently.
A door panel studded with nails emerged from the soil, abruptly standing upright before lunging straight at him.
*Whoosh!*
By the time Qi Xia and Chen Junnan reacted from afar, it was already too late to act—but Qiao Jiajin had already raised his hand, blocking the door panel, leaving only a cloud of dust to settle on him.
Qi Xia and Chen Junnan, still shaken, took a few steps forward before seeing Qiao Jiajin pressing three fingers against the panel, avoiding the nails while halting its advance.
“Pah… pah…” Qiao Jiajin spat out dust. “Lucky my body moves faster than my brain… You rotten bastard, trying to kill me without a word?”
Wei Yang, still singing to the severed limbs in the farm, ignored him completely.
“I *diao*, ignoring me?” Qiao Jiajin dusted himself off and strode forward. “Can’t even have a chat?”
“Hey, Old Qiao!” Chen Junnan called out worriedly. “Watch out for more traps…”
“It’s fine… I’m kinda pissed now.” Qiao Jiajin said. “If he wants to talk with fists, I’ll listen with fists.”
He then turned to Qi Xia, asking seriously, “Pianrenzai, can I hit him?”
“Of course.” Qi Xia nodded. “Do what you want.”
With that, Qiao Jiajin stripped off his dust-covered shirt and tossed it aside. Just as he was about to taunt, he realized how scrawny he looked.
“I *diao*…” He awkwardly covered his torso. “Forgot how skinny I am…”
“Uh…” Chen Junnan blinked. “Old Qiao, want me to take my shirt off this time?”
“N-no need…” Qiao Jiajin shook his head. “I’ll do it. This body’s enough for him.”
Step by step, he approached Wei Yang, his tone turning icy. “Hey… farmer, look up at me.”
“Qiao Jiajin, Qiao Jiajin…” Wei Yang kept shaking his head, setting down the watering can before looking up with a deranged grin. “Haven’t you died enough? Want another shot at death from me?”
“Enough?” Qiao Jiajin smirked. “Farmer, I grew up poor—so I take everything people offer.”
“Interesting…” Wei Yang scratched his forehead, leaving streaks of blood, then shakily stood up with a forced smile. “You really don’t lie…”
“First time meeting you—why would I lie?”
“No, no, kid…” Wei Yang waved a grimy hand. “It’s *because* you think it’s our first meeting that you don’t need to tell the truth.”
“Lying’s too tiring.” Qiao Jiajin shook his head. “Farmer, stand straight. I’m gonna punch you now.”
“Huh…?” Wei Yang’s face twisted into a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Punch me? Hahaha!”
“Yep. Left cheek or right cheek?” Qiao Jiajin stepped forward, his aura shifting.
“Neither.” Wei Yang also stepped forward. “Qiao Jiajin, why hit me…? Couldn’t save your brother back then, so now you’re taking it out on me?”
“You—” Qiao Jiajin’s anger flared. He lunged, throwing a hook at Wei Yang’s face.
But the moment he moved, Wei Yang was already retreating, as if he’d foreseen the strike. The fist barely grazed past Wei Yang’s face, missing entirely.
“Hahaha!” Wei Yang cackled. “Why so flustered? That punch was nothing like what you imagined!”
Qiao Jiajin didn’t answer, stepping back before striking again—only for Wei Yang to dodge just as effortlessly.
It seemed Wei Yang wasn’t just a mind-reader but also had combat experience. Though he looked bookish, his reflexes were sharp—likely honed in the “Endgame.”
“Old Qiao’s acting weird.” Chen Junnan frowned. “Why’s his movement so off?”
Qi Xia glanced at Qiao Jiajin, then smirked. “Don’t worry.”
Wei Yang dodged another strike, laughing hysterically. “Kid! Your mouth doesn’t lie, but your fists do! Great ideas, terrible execution!”
Qiao Jiajin retracted his fist, frowning. “I *diao*… So weak. What kind of body is this?”
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