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

Li Qingshan pulled over a large robe and draped it over the little skeleton, then took a straw hat and put it on its head.

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The little skeleton's chin made a crisp sound, its skeleton perfectly hidden beneath the robe.

He already looks very much like a farmer.

During this time, Li Qingshan also sorted out his thoughts.

The Underworld, the legendary land of the dead, is a world where perception can be distorted.

After entering the underworld, he became a one-eyed toad monster.

Similarly, a watermelon from the underworld, when it comes to the human world, becomes a placenta wrapping a skull.

As for whether there is any pattern to this distortion, Li Qingshan has not yet discovered it.

At least, both I and the watermelon can be considered living beings. As for the Soul-Suppressing Wood, which is an inanimate object, it remains completely unchanged.

What you see as a melon field may not actually be a melon field.

As for its original appearance and who the owner of the melon field was, Li Qingshan had no idea for the time being.

If I have the opportunity to enter the Underworld in the future, I can explore it slowly and may learn the truth.

Li Qingshan walked towards the old locust tree.

The little skeleton trotted along behind him.

Li Qingshan turned around and pointed to the stable. Although Little Skeleton was unwilling, he still went there wearing a straw hat.

I have gained another free laborer, and it doesn't even require consuming my divine soul.

Zhou Huwa watched in stunned silence.

Li Qingshan pointed at the little skeleton, then at the earthen house, and then shook his head.

Zhou Huwa immediately understood and nodded vigorously. He would never reveal the matter of the little skeleton to Old Zhang or the King of the North.

Li Qingshan arrived in front of the old locust tree and pressed his hand on the grayish-brown bark.

A string of text immediately appeared before my eyes:

The Myriad Demon Locust Tree

Rotting wild dogs, hoeing skeletons, iron-eating boars...

The only description of the water ape is: naturally combative.

Additionally, refreshing a Water Ape requires 1000 Green Locust Coins.

After this barbarian invasion, Li Qingshan had only managed to save up a little over a thousand green locust coins.

There is another line of smaller text at the very bottom.

The Gate of the Underworld: Each opening costs 300 Green Locust Coins and lasts for one hour.

Ok……

Li Qingshan remained silent for a while. Burying an ordinary corpse in the cursed field would only contribute two or three green locust coins.

In other words, one needs to sacrifice 100 people to gain a chance to open the gates of the underworld.

We need to be more careful with it in the future.

Li Qingshan began to tally up the spoils of this trip.

In addition to the little skeleton, he also obtained seven Soul-Suppressing Woods, each one ten feet long and as thick as a forearm.

Li Qingshan decided to first install two on the gate, then carve a ghost-beating stick for himself, and make the rest into peace and safety plaques to sell when the time was right.

He picked up a Soul-Suppressing Wood. Although the Soul-Suppressing Wood was not big, each one weighed over a hundred pounds, and Li Qingshan felt it was heavy on his shoulder.

He arrived at the gate of the village and, with a series of clanging sounds, tied the soul-suppressing wood to both sides of the gate.

Outside the village, government troops still kept the area completely surrounded.

Seeing this, everyone felt something was strange.

"What is he doing?" Soldier A asked.

"Probably repairing the door," said Soldier B.

"Why bother fixing the door when we're almost dead?" Soldier A said.

"Go and report to the four generals first."

……

Northern Camp.

The four generals gathered together.

Lu Botong said, "This can't go on any longer; we must rescue the prince."

Jin Wuji said, "The truth will soon be out of reach of the imperial court. If it gets out now, Your Highness will become a laughing stock of the world."

Tuoba Feng said, "In my opinion, we shouldn't waste time with him. Let's bring two cannons and blast him flat."

"No!" Lu Botong immediately said, "Do you want to kill the prince as well?"

"The prince may already be dead," Tuoba Feng muttered softly.

Zuo Qiuhan didn't speak, but coughed twice and wrapped his black cloak tighter around himself.

Jin Wuji sat up straight: "The prince is still in the hands of the bandits. For the prince's safety, we cannot act rashly. If we harm the prince, none of us can afford to suffer the consequences."

"Are we just going to let that thief flaunt his power forever?!" Tuoba Feng shouted.

Zuo Qiuhan coughed twice and said, "I've heard that the governor of the northern region, Shen Qingzhou, has a suona, a family heirloom. Once it's played, it can summon evil spirits to command."

Jin Wuji's eyes lit up: "If we can borrow this treasure, we will surely be able to get rid of that thief."

"Won't this hurt the prince?" Lu Botong asked.

"Your Highness is a lucky man, and you will be fine. Besides, the longer Your Highness remains in the hands of those villains, the greater the threat to you will be," Jin Wuji said.

"Now there's another problem," Lu Botong said. "This suona is a family heirloom of the Shen family. Will he lend it out?"

"For the sake of the prince's safety, I will personally go to Qingniu Pass, and he will have no choice but to lend it to me."

Lu Botong thought for a moment and said, "I'll go with Brother Jin."

……

Qingniu Pass, Shen Mansion.

Jin Wuji and Lu Botong waited in the hall, having already drunk a pot of tea, but still hadn't seen Shen Qingzhou.

Rumor has it that Shen Qingzhou has some quirks and rarely sees people.

After waiting for a while, a person came out from the inner hall. It was Shen Liantian, the second young master of the Shen family.

Jin Wuji and Lu Botong hurriedly stood up. Jin Wuji cupped his hands and said, "Second Young Master, what did Lord Shen say? This matter is of great importance."

"Granted." Shen Liantian patted the brocade box he was holding. "It's only because your prince has so much influence. If it were anyone else, Father wouldn't be so accommodating."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Wuji asked, "When will the Second Young Master be available, and what preparations should we make?"

"What are you preparing? Just a petty thief." Shen Liantian said, "Hurry up and get the car ready, we'll be right back."

By the time the carriage arrived at the foot of the locust tree slope, it was already completely dark.

Shen Liantian, dressed in fine clothes and cotton-padded jacket, got out of the car and said, "The timing is perfect; these ghosts won't come out during the day."

Apart from Zuo Qiuhan, who was recuperating at the military base, the other three were all there, and there were also many soldiers guarding the perimeter.

At this moment, the three of them gathered around.

Shen Liantian said, "I know two pieces of music: one is 'The Grand Funeral Procession,' and the other is 'The Rebirth Mantra.' The Grand Funeral Procession is for summoning ghosts, and the Rebirth Mantra is for sending them away. However, there are two troublesome matters at the moment..."

"What's the trouble?" the three asked almost simultaneously.

"Because of the barbarians, many people have died in the north. The wronged souls gather and do not disperse, which easily attracts vengeful ghosts. Some evil spirits are too terrifying, and even my Rebirth Mantra may not be able to send them away."

Jin Wuji said, "That's alright. We all have some means to assist Young Master Shen."

"That's good. The second troublesome thing is that playing this tune consumes too much energy. If one's spirit is not strong enough, there is a possibility of being devoured by a vengeful ghost."

Jin Wuji frowned: "Then what should we do?"

Shen Liantian took out a silk bag from his pocket, inside which was a wisp of golden tobacco leaf, emitting a pleasant fragrance.

"This is the Longevity Herb, also called the Resurrection Smoke. It can replenish the soul and is an extraordinary treasure," Shen Liantian said. "Only the Tian family can get their hands on it, and it cost me a lot of money."

Jin Wuji and the other two exchanged glances. They had long heard that Shen Qingzhou was very strict in managing his household, and that not even a grain of rice or a drop of oil could be taken for granted.

This second young master, surely he's not that short of money?

Feeling a little embarrassed by the stare, Shen Liantian coughed and said, "Since ancient times, there has never been a case of a funeral tune being played for nothing."

Lu Botong immediately realized what was going on: "Leave it all to us, Second Young Master."

Shen Liantian smiled and waved his hand, saying, "You all step back a bit. My music is too sad, so as not to disturb you."

Lu Botong ordered the soldiers to retreat, and the three of them also retreated to a distance of ten feet.

"Too close, farther away, farther away."

After retreating to a distance of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), Shen Liantian reluctantly nodded and stood alone in front of the village gate.

He puffed out his cheeks and blew the suona with all his might.