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

Shen Liantian stood in front of the village gate, puffed out his cheeks, and blew the suona loudly.

A mournful melody emanated from the suona, instantly filling the surroundings.

The melody, with its highs and lows, was like a lament, stirring up emotions and making it seem as if weeping could be heard even in the wilderness.

Jin Wuji subconsciously rubbed his eyes: "I wonder how the general is doing now."

Lu Botong's eyes were also red and swollen: "The general will definitely be alright."

Waaah...

Cries could be heard from among the soldiers.

Jin Wuji looked over with bloodshot eyes. Where Shen Liantian stood, a cold wind blew and mournful music rang out, and the surrounding night seemed to grow even darker.

"As expected of the Shen family," Jin Wuji remarked.

Suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the thick darkness of the night.

It was only wrapped in a tattered cloth, with grayish-black skin, a large belly, an open mouth, and a broken bowl in its left hand, making a "hoarse" sound.

"They are bloated, starving corpses." Jin Wuji nodded. "This is one of the most common evil spirits in the North."

"But there's only one of them; that shouldn't be enough to deal with the bandits in the village."

As soon as Lu Botong finished speaking, one after another, corpses of the starving emerged from the darkness.

They crawled forward on their knees, their bellies rubbing against the ground, making a constant hoarse sound.

Driven by the suona, they were rushing towards the village gate, their bellies leaving white marks on the ground.

"Look, everyone!"

Tuoba Feng pointed forward, and by the light of the torches, everyone was surprised to find that after approaching the gate of the village, the starving corpse suddenly stopped, looking timid, as if it were afraid of something.

"What's going on?" Jin Wuji asked in surprise.

"Could it be that there's something in the village that they fear?" Lu Botong guessed.

"I knew this place was terribly eerie," Tuoba Feng said. "Ordinary evil spirits probably couldn't do anything to it."

"At first, those lured here were just some little devils. The truly terrifying ones are yet to come at the climax of the song," Jin Wuji said.

As everyone looked over, they saw that as the suona continued, a series of cracking sounds gradually rose from the surrounding darkness.

Two veteran soldiers in black armor slowly emerged from the darkness.

Their armor was worn, their spears were rusted, their skin was grayish-black, and their limbs were incomplete.

But they still stood tall and, driven by the sound of the suona, walked towards the village gate.

"They're just remnants of the old army!"

Jin Wuji was taken aback.

This evil spirit is the embodiment of a veteran from the battlefield. Though dead, its fighting spirit remains unyielding, and its skin becomes harder than steel, making it even more terrifying than in life.

The old soldier walked towards the gate of the stockade, but after getting a certain distance away from it, he suddenly retreated, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and turned to flee into the darkness.

Jin Wuji: "..."

Lu Botong: "..."

Tuoba Feng: "..."

Then, all three of them looked at Shen Liantian at the same time.

Shen Liantian was also somewhat surprised, and subconsciously stopped playing, staring blankly ahead.

What exactly was it that made the crippled old soldier flee in terror?

He paused, took out his treasured tobacco from his pocket, carefully lit it in his pipe, and then inhaled it all in one go.

The soul was quickly replenished.

Then, he rubbed his nose, put the suona to his lips, and started playing the funeral procession again.

The mournful music carried far and wide, permeating the entire night.

This time, even Li Qingshan inside the earthen house heard it.

He frowned instinctively: "What's that sound?"

Old Zhang frowned: "Should it be the Shen family's summons song?"

"A requiem?"

"The Shen family has a family heirloom suona, which, once played, can summon evil spirits for them to command," Old Zhang said. "It seems they've found a new way to deal with you."

Li Qingshan glanced at the Northern King by the stove; he had his eyes closed and pretended not to hear.

"In that case, I'll go out and see what it's like."

Li Qingshan picked up his black iron spear and went outside. After thinking for a moment, he leaned the spear against the windowsill and picked up his ghost-slaying stick, which he had just shaved in half.

This is a good opportunity to test the effects of the Soul-Suppressing Wood.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw that it was pitch black outside, and even the light of the torches was absorbed.

A series of ghostly wails and howls reached his ears, as if many things were stirring restlessly in the darkness. Accompanied by mournful suona horns, the sound filled Li Qingshan's ears, making him feel a pang of sadness.

At the entrance of the village, Shen Liantian held the suona with both hands. When he saw Li Qingshan come out, he played the funeral tune even harder.

In the darkness, something seemed to be slowly approaching.

An instinctive fear made everyone hold their breath. Before it even appeared, the restless sounds around them vanished.

Jin Wuji, Lu Botong, and Tuoba Feng instinctively stepped back, increasing the distance between themselves and Shen Liantian.

Their intuition told them that what had come was anything but ordinary.

As the funeral procession reached its climax, the dark figure slowly approached.

Before they even appeared, everyone heard a soft murmur:

"hehe."

The expressions on the faces of Jin Wuji and the other two suddenly changed.

"Could it be it?"

"Order the soldiers to retreat another hundred paces."

A figure appeared in the darkness.

It was seven feet tall, with long, black, silky hair that reached its ankles. It was completely naked, and its porcelain-white skin seemed to be surrounded by a transparent light in the deep darkness.

Her delicate nose, red lips, and slender waist... every feature of her was alluring.

Seeing this scene, Lu Botong uttered three words: "Pink Skull".

This is one of the most feared evil spirits by men, almost an embodiment of allure. Once you get close enough to it, you will fall into a dreamlike state because of the fragrance it emits, and you will continue to mate with it until you are drained of your lifeblood and die.

No man can resist the allure of the pink skull.

Unless he's not a man.

Jin Wuji sighed deeply: "The Second Young Master is too ruthless."

"It seems quite a few formidable evil spirits have arrived from the north," Lu Botong sighed.

"It is said that she can transform into the form a man has just seen," Tuoba Feng said. "Let's order the soldiers to retreat another fifty paces."

"That makes sense."

Li Qingshan is naturally a man, and he also has emotions and desires.

The white-clad beauty before them gradually changed her expression.

Her eyes were bright and clear, her forehead smooth and flawless, and her lips were like cherry blossoms...

Huh?

Shen Liantian's eyes widened. Wasn't this his sister?

What did this kid do to his sister?

Shen Liantian flew into a rage and uttered a phrase in standard barbarian language: "You grandson, I'm your son."

In his emotional outburst, the suona music was interrupted, and the newly appeared pink skull suddenly lost its target.

He quickly steadied the suona and began to play it with all his might.

The pink skull, exuding a murderous aura, moved towards the gate.

Li Qingshan was immediately on high alert, gripping the large-one-small ghost-beating stick tightly, and subconsciously took a step back.

Shen Liantian sneered: "It's no use. Once the Pink Skull sticks, it's a fight to the death, and it's not easy to get rid of it."

The fair-skinned beauty sang softly as she slowly approached Li Qingshan.

It stopped abruptly just as it was about to cross the gate, letting out a sharp whistling sound.