Chapter 523 Beautiful Singing

Wei Yang was about to mock, but was slightly startled when he heard Qiao Jiajin's words.

"Isn't this your body...? Because Qian Wu...?" He decisively caught the key point from Qiao Jiajin's eyes, "No wonder you move so strangely... You can hit even with this attack. Me?"

Qiao Jiajin smiled indifferently when he heard this.

"Farmer, can't you read minds?" Qiao Jiajin moved his wrist, "Look what I'm thinking about now?"

Wei Yang looked carefully at the clear eyes in front of him and found that he was still thinking about how to attack him.

But the picture in his mind became more and more concrete.

"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 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 slowly walked aside and pulled out an old pitchfork from the ground. It was covered with blood and rotten flesh. He took the pitchfork in his hand and shook it, 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."

"Utopia...?" Qiao Jiajin looked at the aboriginal people tied to crosses in the field with a heavy face, always feeling a little angry, "How crazy are you? You can treat this kind of hell like The scene is regarded as a paradise?"

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

"Carefully selected?"

"In your opinion, every "aboriginal person" will be meaninglessly repeating what they are doing, but only I know...these aboriginal people will always have the same idea swirling in their hearts. After all, their Reason disappears, and their thoughts will not fly too far. They will keep talking about 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 walked to the side, raised his pitchfork with a crazy expression, and stabbed an aborigine in the calf.

In an instant, the hole was inserted into the calf of the aboriginal, and thick, black blood flowed. However, the aboriginal did not say a word and was still mumbling something.

Wei Yang placed his watering can under the aborigine's body, carefully accepting the dripping black blood, and then closed his eyes again, as if listening to something.

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

At this time, 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 did not answer. He had come into contact with many lunatics, and Wei Yang could only be considered one of them.

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

For example, "scammer".

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? ! Are you crazy?"

As he spoke, he walked up to a person and listened, then grinned crazily and said, "Qiao Jiajin, listen quickly! An old song from the 1980s!! Have you heard of 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 anyone to respond, Wei Yang ran to another withered girl. He slowly closed his eyes next to the girl, and then grinned: "And this! Oh my god! Trendy music from the future. ! How fucking sweet is that?”

"this!"

"And this! Listen!!"

"besides……"

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

"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..."

At this point, he seemed to have remembered something, and turned around and shouted to the three of them: "By the way! Do you know? Whatever you sow, you will bear fruit! I plant my hands and feet here, and in the future, all kinds of things will come out of the soil." Such a person... Do you know what kind of harvest I will experience? This place will eventually echo with the most beautiful singing voice in the entire "Final Land". This is my "Farm Choir"..."

"But all I can hear is wailing." Qiao Jiajin said with a gloomy look, "Everyone of them is tied up here and wailing, how can there be any sweet singing?"

Qiao Jiajin looked at the tied-up aborigines. Their arms were fixed by being tied up for a long time, and now most of them looked necrotic. Their skin also had dry cracks due to long-term lack of water and exposure to the air, which was no different from being dead.

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

"Are we crazy...?" Qiao Jiajin sneered, "If we are crazy, what you did is easy to understand."

"What...?" Wei Yang listened attentively, "How ridiculous? Are you speaking up for these zombies in your heart? Do you want to teach me a lesson for them? Boy... "Doing what is right" also has to have a reason. What do you want to get in return for standing up for a group of "aboriginals"? "

Qiao Jiajin did not answer, but just took a step back.

"No reward...?" Wei Yang still muttered to himself crazily, "It's really interesting, isn't this the "knight" written in the book? You want to live for the people?"

"Farmer, I hit you with a punch just to teach you a lesson, so that you don't set traps that can kill people at any time." Qiao Jiajin slowly leaned down and made an attacking gesture, "But now I am a little angry."

"Oh?" Wei Yang held the fork in his hand horizontally in front of him