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

Northern Camp.

The sky was low and the clouds were dark.

In the center of the camp, an altar was built with black soil, with seven layers in total, and an offering table placed on the top.

Zuo Qiuhan emerged from the tent, having shed his military uniform and donned a black Taoist robe. His hair was disheveled, he was barefoot, and he held a peach wood sword in his hand.

Upon seeing him appear, Lu Botong, Jin Wuji, and Tuoba Feng all became somewhat wary.

You must never let him know your birth date and time in the future.

Jin Wuji stepped forward and handed over a porcelain bottle, next to Tuoba Feng, whose face was bruised and swollen.

"This was obtained by General Tuoba through hard work. Now it's up to Brother Zuo to show his skills."

"snort!"

Tuoba Feng snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.

Zuo Qiuhan took the sword and said, "I don't use this secret technique lightly, but today it's to save the prince. I will perform a spell on the platform, which will take a day and a night to summon the ghost messengers to collect the soul. During this day, you must protect me and make sure no pigs, dogs, or rats break in."

Jin Wuji nodded emphatically: "Leave it all to us."

Zuoqiu Han stepped onto the altar and saw a brazier, a pair of incense sticks and candles, and a straw figure on the offering table.

The straw figure was about a foot long, with a piece of yellow paper pasted on its chest, on which its birth date and time were written.

Zuo Qiuhan pointed, and the incense and candles spontaneously combusted without fire. Then he lit a handful of yellow paper and threw it into the brazier.

Finally, he took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the straw man's head.

Zuoqiu Han stepped on the Seven Stars, circling the straw figure while chanting incantations:

"A single glance brings wealth, and the world is at peace."

Below the altar, Jin Wuji and his two companions watched this scene from afar. Suddenly, they felt a gust of cold wind brush against their faces, and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

Looking up, Zuoqiu Han exuded a chilling aura, and in a daze, it seemed as if a huge shadow was rising from the smoke of the burning brazier:

With a blue face and fangs, wearing shackles on his head.

Zuoqiu Han ignored him, continuing to walk, repeating eight words over and over: "Seeing him brings wealth, and the world is at peace."

call!

The ghost suddenly pounced on the straw man, and its entire body disappeared.

Zuo Qiuhan knew that his method was half successful. Next, he needed to confirm the target's location. Then, the ghost messengers from the Yellow Springs would descend and capture the target's three souls and seven spirits.

……

Locust Tree Slope.

Li Qingshan suddenly sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose and thought to himself, "Could it be that someone is cursing me?"

He lowered his head and continued picking up the iron scraps, throwing them into the pig pit at his feet.

The black pig grunted and chewed on the scrap metal that had fallen from the sky, its belly so swollen that it dragged on the ground.

Zhou Huwa stood to the side, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Li Qingshan ignored him and, after feeding the pigs until they were almost full, rang a bell to summon his two newly recruited zombie soldiers.

When the barbarian soldiers invaded last time, they knocked down the monster spawners in the fields. Now we have to put them back up to prevent any more monsters from spawning.

Ding ding ding.

He tapped the ground with his hoe; the black soil in winter was like a lump of ice, and even Li Qingshan found it somewhat strenuous.

Zhou Huwa watched this scene with curiosity, equally unaware of what Li Qingshan was doing.

Time until the upgrade to the ominous field: 22 hours and 19 minutes

Li Qingshan was exhausted and covered in sweat, but he finally managed to erect the iron cage.

He inspected it with satisfaction, buried the iron cage in the pit, poured some water on it, and it would freeze overnight.

No matter what kind of monsters spawn, they cannot escape this iron cage.

Next, Li Qingshan inspected the camp.

Inside the house, the King of the North remained trapped by the stove, while soldiers surrounded the locust tree slope.

Because the King of the North was in their hands, they dared not act rashly.

A night passed in the blink of an eye.

……

Locust Tree Slope.

Time until the upgrade to the ominous field: 4 minutes and 32 seconds.

Li Qingshan jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed) and darted out of the earthen house.

Old Zhang, sitting at the table, coughed and exhaled a puff of smoke, saying, "What's wrong with you? Can't you close the door properly?"

Li Qingshan squatted in front of the fierce field, watching the countdown slowly tick away.

A string of text prompts popped up in front of me: Level 3 Fierce Field Upgrade Completed.

Li Qingshan blinked and saw a white mist rising from the center of the fierce field in the dark night.

At the same time, a string of words floated past my eyes.

Level 3 Haunted Field: The Haunted Field will open the Gate to the Underworld at irregular intervals. By passing through the Gate to the Underworld, one can enter the Underworld.

You must leave before the gates of the underworld close, or you will be trapped there forever.

The Gates of the Underworld opened for the first time, lasting for 1 hour and 59 minutes.

Li Qingshan strode forward, surrounded by white mist. When it came into contact with his skin, it wasn't damp; in fact, it felt warm.

The source of the white mist is the very center of the ominous field.

Li Qingshan stared at the white mist in front of him. Was this the Gate to the Underworld?

Then he returned to the earthen house and stared at Old Zhang, who was puffing out smoke.

"Old Zhang, have you ever heard of the Yellow Springs?"

Old Zhang rolled his eyes at him. "Just say what you want to ask."

"Ahem, I'd like to know how much you know about the Underworld."

Old Zhang took a drag of his cigarette, just about to keep everyone in suspense, when the Northern King in the corner suddenly spoke up: "Before the appearance of evil spirits, there were records of the Yellow Springs in ancient books. It is said to be the place where souls return deep in the earth. But many people regard it as the belief of fools and do not take it seriously."

Until five hundred years ago…

"what?"

Li Qingshan's eyes widened: "You actually know quite a lot?"

"I am the lord of the North, and evil spirits roam the land. If I were utterly ignorant of this, wouldn't I be a fool?"

Li Qingshan gave him a look that said, "You think you're not?"

Before the Northern King could react, Li Qingshan asked, "And then? What happened next?"

"later……"

As the King of the North was gathering his emotions, he suddenly heard Old Zhang blurt out, "Later, someone returned from the Yellow Springs."

The King of the North's eyes widened suddenly: "Why did you interrupt me?"

"He was asking me, not you."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. You'll develop feelings for each other if you keep arguing," Li Qingshan said. "And then what happened?"

The two old men snorted coldly at the same time, ignoring each other.

Li Qingshan was speechless for a moment; it was truly a case of two monks having no water to drink.

It took quite a bit of effort to calm both sides down.

Old Zhang took another puff of his cigarette before speaking: "That man's name is Zhuang Asheng. No need to remember that. He's nothing special."

Zhuang Asheng was a farmer who died of exhaustion while plowing his field. However, seven days later, he miraculously revived, talking to himself and saying he had gone to the underworld.

……

In the northern camp, Zuoqiu Han had not slept all night and was still casting spells.

Suddenly, his slightly narrowed eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing within them.

found it!

The ghost messengers he summoned had already located the target's position and would then descend upon him.