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

"Evil spirits? What's there to be afraid of?" Lu Botong shouted. In this chaotic world, encountering evil spirits is too commonplace and not worth mentioning at all.

"The female ghost is very, very powerful," the subordinate stammered.

"Where are the others? Why are there only a few of you left?" Lu Botong asked.

"They're all dead, dead!" the subordinate said in a panic.

Bang!

Something was thrown out of the village gate and landed right in front of Lu Botong's feet. Lu Botong looked down and saw that it was a bloody right hand.

He suddenly looked up and saw a tall, dark figure standing in front of the village gate, holding someone hostage.

The north wind dispersed the white fog, revealing the old face of the King of the North.

He had a bitter expression on his face, his features were withered, and he looked as if he had suddenly aged several years.

His severed hands were still bleeding.

"General!"

"Your Highness!"

The officers all knelt down, their faces ashen and their eyes filled with tears.

"You scoundrel, what have you done to my lord?!"

"Release the prince at once!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The King of the North slowly opened his lips: "Go back, all of you."

"Your Highness, rest assured, we will definitely rescue you."

"Alright," Li Qingshan interrupted them. "This is just a lesson. If there's a next time, you'll see something else about him."

After saying that, Li Qingshan dragged the Northern King back to the earthen house.

Outside the village gate, a chorus of wailing and crying rang out.

Inside the earthen house.

Li Qingshan was bandaging the Northern King's left hand, first sprinkling some medicinal powder on it, and after the bleeding stopped, wrapping it with a layer of cotton cloth.

His hands were calm, steady, and his movements were meticulous.

The King of the North knew that such enemies were often the most terrifying.

Once they've made up their minds, they'll steadily move towards their goals without wavering.

This shows that his actions this time were not impulsive, but rather the result of careful consideration.

enemy?

These two words made the King of the North feel both sad and lamentable.

A homeless pioneer has the right to be his own enemy.

Strangely, when Li Qingshan was a pioneer, he had no right to speak with the King of the North.

Once you become his enemy, you immediately have the right to confront him as an equal.

A gust of cold wind blew in and into the throat of the Northern King, who suddenly began to cough violently.

"Does it hurt?" Li Qingshan asked. "When the price falls on you, won't it be even more unpleasant?"

Zhou Wohu simply closed his eyes, no longer looking at Li Qingshan, and pondered a way to escape.

It must be said that an enemy like Li Qingshan is very troublesome, and I don't have any clue about how to deal with him yet.

Li Qingshan stood up and said, "You are the lord of the North, and the soldiers outside are all your subordinates. Why don't you think about what they will do next?"

Zhou Wohu said with his eyes closed, "If there's no chance to fight, then we'll talk."

Li Qingshan nodded; this was exactly what he had thought.

After bandaging the Northern King's wounds, he said to Zhou Huwa, who was standing nearby, "Keep an eye on this place. If he wants food, give him some; if he wants water, give him some."

After saying that, Li Qingshan walked out of the earthen house.

Zhou Wohu slowly opened his eyes a crack and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy staring intently at him.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Little kid, could you loosen the ropes binding me? It's too uncomfortable."

"No need to waste your breath," Old Zhang in the basin suddenly spoke up. "His parents died at the hands of the barbarians, which is equivalent to you killing them. He's the one here who wants you dead the most."

Zhou Huwa nodded vigorously.

……

Outside the earthen house, Li Qingshan was wielding a hoe, digging a pit in the stricken field to bury the bodies of the soldiers who had just been harvested.

Behind him were two soldiers, whose souls had been taken away by the mourning ghosts, and who were now controlled by brass bells.

The barbarians had used up all the zombie laborers he had previously accumulated. Currently, he only had two zombie soldiers left, and they weren't very skilled at the work, so Li Qingshan had to dig the pit himself.

They dug pits and buried the bodies in the soil. The soil underfoot was reddish-brown, and after stepping on it a few times, you could smell the stench of blood.

Suddenly, a string of words appeared before Li Qingshan's eyes.

Time until the next upgrade for the villain: 2 days, 59 hours, and 59 minutes

Huh?

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected Xiongtian to be upgraded again.

I wonder what will happen with this upgrade.

……

Northern Camp.

Inside the command tent, the four generals gathered together.

They were the most trusted men of the King of the North.

Tuoba Feng, the butcher, guards the Valley of the Dragons.

Jin Wuji, the Blood Judge, is in charge of intelligence in the North, and his subordinates are the Green-Clad Guards, who are skilled in infiltration and espionage.

The ashen-faced Zuoqiu Han is in charge of the Thousand Crows Guard.

Lu Botong, the White Bone Fan, served the King of the Northern Territory and was in charge of the grain and logistics of the northern lands.

Tuoba Feng, a towering figure, was only dressed in a single layer of clothing despite the freezing winter. His face darkened as he said, "A mere farmer, yet he dares to be so arrogant. Let me just rush over and give him a good whack, see how hard his head is."

"No!" Lu Botong said. "The prince is still in his hands. If you do this, you'll be sending your godfather to his death."

Jin Wuji said, "Why don't we send several thousand elite soldiers to swarm in and snatch the prince back?"

Lu Botong shook his head: "That won't work either. Can you guarantee the prince will be alright?"

Tuoba Feng said, "Then what can we do? A living person can't be killed by holding their pee. The barbarians on the grasslands are watching us like tigers, and they could charge over at any moment."

Jin Wuji sighed: "Logically speaking, Your Highness should have already set off for the capital. If this matter were to reach the capital, it would be a disgrace to Your Highness."

"Hey, it's all your fault! How could you let him take the prince away? What are you good for?" Tuoba Feng shouted at Lu Botong.

"The prince originally intended to promote him, but who would have thought he would go mad and kidnap the prince?" Lu Botong said.

"Actually, I do have a solution," said the ashen-faced Zuoqiu Han, who had been silent until now.

Everyone looked at him. This Zuoqiu Han had a mysterious background and didn't interact with everyone much. No one knew anything about him.

Zuo Qiuhan raised his head, his face dark and bluish, almost inhuman: "My sect has a unique skill called Nailhead Arrow Script, which can communicate with the underworld and kill people from afar."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Tuoba Feng said impatiently, "If you had such a method, you should have said so earlier! What are you standing here for?"

"Two conditions need to be met for this ritual," Zuoqiu Han said. "First, I need to know his birth date and time; second, I need his blood. Once these two conditions are met, I can set up the altar and perform the ritual. Within seven days, I guarantee his intestines will be ruptured and his soul will be scattered."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

If Grayface knew everyone's birth dates and time, and obtained a drop of blood, he could curse and kill everyone anytime, anywhere.

No wonder this person isn't well-liked.

“His birth date and time aren’t difficult to determine,” Jin Wuji said immediately. “I’ve already found out that he’s from the Li family. The Li family has a warehouse in Qingniu Pass. As long as we find them and ask them, they won’t dare to refuse to tell us.”

Zuoqiu Han nodded and asked, "And the second condition?"

"this……"

The three of them were in a dilemma. They couldn't very well go and discuss with him about cutting himself.