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

"And then?" Li Qingshan asked. "What happened to Zhuang Asheng afterward?"

"He's dead," Old Zhang said. "Not only him, the whole village is dead. Not long after he claimed to have returned from the underworld, people in the village started dying one after another. Men, women, children, the elderly... one after another, in just six months, the entire village was dead, not even a single skeleton was left."

Li Qingshan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "That's not right. If the person is dead, how would you know about Zhuang Asheng?"

"Before they died, those people recorded what happened in the village bit by bit and had it engraved on a stone tablet. Later, the inscription was included in an ancient text. What was that ancient text called again...?"

"The Peach Blossom Spring," said Zhou Wohu, standing by the stove.

Li Qingshan: "..."

After he had processed this shocking news, he asked again, "If, if there were a chance to enter the Underworld, would you go?"

"Of course I'll go."

"Of course not."

Old Zhang and the King of the North gave completely different answers.

Old Zhang said, "The Yellow Springs is a place that cultivators dream of. Only there can one see through the truth of life and death. If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die content in the evening. Moreover, there are many things in the Yellow Springs that cultivators dream of."

The King of the North sneered, "The Underworld is a place of death. Only the dead can go there, and once they go, they can never return."

"What if we could come back?" Li Qingshan asked.

Old Zhang and the King of the North both fell silent, staring at Li Qingshan with surprised expressions.

Could it be that this person has mastered the method of returning from the underworld?

Li Qingshan left the house again, staring at the white mist in the center of the fierce field.

Time until the Gates of the Underworld closes: 1 hour 45 minutes

He was also hesitant.

Entering the underworld is a tremendous opportunity, but it also means risk.

After all, Zhuang Asheng, the first person to come into contact with the Yellow Springs, died not long afterward.

But, since we're already here...

I can't just leave the new features unlocked in the Level 3 Fierce Field untouched, can I?

He thought it over and over but couldn't make up his mind. Finally, Li Qingshan decided to open one door of the iron cage first.

As for whether or not to go in, it's not too late after the door is opened.

However, the iron cage was only buried in the field yesterday, and after a night, it was frozen solid.

Finally, Li Qingshan used his black iron spear to pry open the gap in the iron cage for a long time before he could squeeze in.

Time until the Gates of the Underworld closes: 1 hour 30 minutes

Li Qingshan stood before the white mist, which had already surrounded him, like a pair of gentle, large hands embracing him.

Li Qingshan swallowed hard, then remembered those four words:

Come here.

After all, it wasn't easy for me to squeeze in here.

Almost involuntarily, he stepped into the white mist, carrying his black iron spear.

Almost immediately after he left, a dark figure descended upon the courtyard.

The shadowy figure looked around, a bewildered expression on its face.

After a moment of silence inside the earthen house, Old Zhang said to Zhou Huwa, "Kid, go out and see why that kid isn't making a sound?"

Zhou Huwa nodded, pushed open the door and walked out of the earthen house, making sure to close the door properly to prevent the heat from escaping.

He had just stepped out of the awning when he was suddenly startled and instinctively covered his mouth, making no sound.

A dark figure appeared in the courtyard, towering over ten feet tall, with a head shaped like a pottery jar, a blue face and fangs, and carrying a huge yoke on its shoulder.

Suddenly, the dark figure with a blue face and fangs turned its head and slowly floated towards them.

Zhou Huwa didn't dare to breathe, watching helplessly as the dark figure drifted past him.

But the shadowy figure seemed unaware of its presence, wandering alone in the yard.

Northern Camp.

Zuo Qiuhan continued to perform the ritualistic steps, but the expression on his face grew increasingly confused.

He could clearly sense that the target had disappeared.

This has never happened before.

Once a target is identified, no matter where they are, they are doomed.

But this time, the other party was clearly nowhere to be found.

Zuo Qiuhan continued to communicate with the ghost messengers and search for targets in the vicinity.

The ghost messengers locate the target based on their birth date and the presence of a living person on their body.

Now, the other person's life force has completely disappeared.

Did he die suddenly?

……

Li Qingshan walked step by step into the Yellow Springs.

When he emerged from the white mist, he found himself in a collapsed palace.

Beneath my feet were hard, cracked bricks; above me, a hole in the ceiling let in starlight; and to my side lay a fallen pillar.

These……

Looking at the man-made structure before him, Li Qingshan thought to himself, "So there are construction teams even in the underworld."

He casually patted the pillar next to him, and suddenly a string of information appeared before his eyes.

Soul-Suppressing Ebony: Heavier than steel, it does not float in water, and can scare away demons and prevent ghosts from invading.

Huh?

Li Qingshan examined the pillar in front of him and wondered to himself, "Eighteen thousand jin, can this foundation bear it?"

I wonder if basic physics applies in the underworld.

He subconsciously patted the paving stones on the ground and discovered a shocking fact.

These gold bricks on the ground are indeed gold.

Li Qingshan remained silent for a long time. The pillars and floor tiles he had just touched made him realize a fact: the Yellow Springs might be full of treasures.

The ground was paved with gold, so you can imagine what else was there.

Then, Li Qingshan turned around and stepped into the white mist, emerging from the Yellow Springs.

Northern Camp.

Zuo Qiuhan's eyes lit up; he had found it, the target had reappeared.

He immediately ordered the ghost messengers to rush over.

After returning to Xiongtian, Li Qingshan ran to the earthen house without hesitation, grabbed the brass bell on the table, and then picked up a burlap sack and carried it on his shoulder.

Zhou Huwa tried to say something, but Li Qingshan waved his hand to interrupt him.

There's no time right now, and besides, you can't even speak.

When Zhou Huwa chased Li Qingshan outside, he saw the dark figure carrying shackles also appear at the door, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Why has it disappeared again?

At this moment, Zuoqiu Han was completely bewildered in the northern camp.

Since mastering his magic, he had never encountered such a situation before.

He was still stepping on the steps of the Big Dipper, but his body was already trembling.

Summoning ghost messengers to kill people comes at a price.

The longer the ghost messenger stays, the greater the pressure on the spellcaster.

Just then, a black rat appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away from the crowd.

"A rat! A rat!" Jin Wuji exclaimed in alarm.

Tuoba Feng immediately drew his sword and threw it at Black Rat from a distance.

The black rat scurried to the side in the blink of an eye, climbed onto the altar like a wisp of smoke, and bit Zuoqiu Han's left heel.

Zuo Qiuhan deflated like a punctured balloon, lying on his back and spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

Jin Wuji, Tuoba Feng, and Lu Botong climbed onto the altar and saw that Zuo Qiuhan was on the verge of death: "Someone, someone wants to harm me."