Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

"If the north is in chaos, the barbarian troops can take advantage of the situation and threaten Qingniu Pass at any time. Qingniu Pass is only five hundred miles away from the capital. Once the pass is breached, the beautiful women and lambs inside will be at their mercy."

Zhou Wohu leaned his head against the stove, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position: "I know you harbor hatred, and so do I. I am not a heartless monster. However, the court only provides me with refugees, but not food. Thousands upon thousands of refugees are pouring into the north, while the officials in the capital remain aloof and silent."

"I know what they want me to do, right? Kill! Kill a bunch of refugees, and land and food will be saved. They don't want to bear the infamy, so let me be the bad guy, damn it!"

"Because I am the ruler of the North, it is my duty to protect the peace of this region. The greater good comes first, the greater good comes first!" Zhou Wohu sighed deeply, his voice revealing undeniable signs of aging. "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Li Qingshan remained silent for a while.

Zhou Wohu looked at him with loving eyes: "I know this decision is not easy, because you haven't reached my level yet. What you did today was very good. I don't blame you, and I even admire you a little. Young people should always have the spirit of youthful indignation. If you ever reach my position in the future, you will understand that sometimes, the world needs you to be the bad guy."

"Untie me, and I will take you to the capital to meet the emperor and tell the court that you killed the barbarian Wulemon." Zhou Wohu's gaze was warm yet heavy, as if trying to penetrate Li Qingshan's defenses.

"Pfft."

Li Qingshan, who had been looking down, suddenly chuckled. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Wohu with disdain: "I thought that as the lord of the North, you must have some profound insights, but I didn't expect that your long speech would be so utterly awful."

"What profound insights could a farmer like you possibly have?" Zhou Wohu said.

"Not worth refuting," Li Qingshan sneered.

"Is it not worth refuting, or is it impossible to refute?" Zhou Wohu knew, "You also know in your heart that what I did was right."

"If I said it's not worth refuting, then it's not worth refuting." Li Qingshan suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife from the stove and chopped it down at Zhou Wohu's head.

Zhou Wohu remained unfazed.

The blade stopped abruptly just as it touched his skin.

Zhou Wohu sneered, "I know you won't kill me. If you wanted to, you would have done it long ago. There's no need to wait until now."

Li Qingshan silently put away the kitchen knife, wiping the blade as he said, "Actually, I've always thought, this world is so terrible, how did it become like this, full of evil spirits, and people are suffering. Now I finally understand, it's because there are too many people like you, worse than pigs and dogs, that the world has become like this. If I have the chance in the future, I must kill all the pigs and dogs and restore the world to its original state."

"Such arrogance," Zhou Wohu said disdainfully.

"I'm not sparing your life today because I'm afraid to. What's the point of bringing you back if I didn't kill you? It's just a child throwing a tantrum," Li Qingshan said. "I'm not killing you because I don't want you to die in the name of a hero. I want to kill your reputation along with it!"

Zhou Wohu's expression changed drastically. "You can't do this! Have you forgotten we're friends? I even went fishing with you before!"

Li Qingshan shook his head, just as he had denied Shen Ying, and once again denied Zhou Wohu: "We are not friends, we never have been."

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves echoed outside the village, signaling the arrival of troops from the northern camp.

Several thousand soldiers surrounded Huai Shupo tightly. The general leading the troops was Zhou Wohu's most trusted adopted son, named Lu Botong.

"Listen up, you people inside! You are surrounded! Release the prince now, and we may still be able to leave you with a whole corpse."

At that moment, the tightly closed door creaked open, and Li Qingshan appeared at the main entrance alone with a gun.

With a creaking sound, the soldiers around Lu Botong drew their bows and aimed at Li Qingshan.

"You scoundrel, what have you done to the prince?"

Li Qingshan threw a black cloth package over, and Lu Botong ordered someone to pick it up.

Inside was a right hand, with a scar on the thumb, the same one Zhou Wohu had been injured by a fishhook while fishing.

"You scoundrel, I'm going to kill you!" Lu Botong roared.

Li Qingshan's face was ashen. "Your lord is currently in my stronghold. If anyone dares to step into this stronghold, the next thing you'll see is his left hand."

After saying that, Li Qingshan turned around and returned to the village.

"General, let's charge and rescue the prince!"

"The prince is in his hands now. This thief is truly ruthless. What if we rush in and the prince dies?"

"Are we just going to sit here and waste our time watching him cling to the prince?"

…………

Inside the earthen house, Li Qingshan was bandaging Zhou Wohu's severed right wrist.

After sprinkling some blood-red jade powder, the bleeding basically stopped, and a scab will form soon.

But the severed hand could never be reattached.

This bloody truth made Zhou Wohu realize reality, and his gaze turned cold.

I am not friends with Li Qingshan, never have been.

"Is it worth it?" he asked again. "You're all alone. It's only a matter of time before my men break through here. I might die, but you're certain to die. If you fight to the end, it'll just be a fight to the death, a mutual destruction."

"Many things aren't a question of whether they're worthwhile, but rather whether they should be done at all," Li Qingshan said. "Why don't you help me think about what your subordinates will do next?"

Zhou Wohu had been in charge of the northern region for many years and understood the temperament of his subordinates. He had four fierce generals under his command, all of whom he had trained from his personal guards. Some were good at making decisions, some at planning, some at writing, and some at fighting.

……

In the dead of night, burning grass balls were suddenly thrown into the village. The grass balls burned continuously, emitting billowing white smoke, and crawled into the houses through the cracks in the doors.

"Cough, cough, cough." Old Zhang coughed for a while. "Be careful, this smoke is poisonous."

"They've come as expected." Li Qingshan was prepared, and Zhou Huwa, who was standing to the side, had already fainted.

However, Li Qingshan was not affected in any way; his vision was simply obscured by the white smoke.

Having reached the third level of his transformation technique, he was already immune to most toxins.

In the darkness, several figures attacked the earthen house.

Li Qingshan opened the window a crack and opened the yellow gourd.

Not long ago, the water ghost Adie returned to the village and crawled into the gourd.

Even the mourning ghost, which was driven away last time, has returned.

She emerged again, a heavy mass, and soon after, screams rang out from outside.

Lu Botong and the others paced anxiously outside the village.

After a while, several figures came running back in a disheveled state, panting, and said, "General, General, there are evil spirits in the village."

"How is Your Highness?" Lu Botong asked impatiently.

Bang!

Something was thrown out heavily; it was Zhou Wohu's other hand.