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

Chapter 129 A Treasure Trove

After Li Qingshan walked past, the Taoist priest surnamed Luo suddenly turned his head, choked on his back, and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which landed heavily on Li Qingshan's shadow on the ground.

A mocking smile appeared on the face of Wang Daoren standing beside him.

Blood-tinged phlegm fell to the ground and struck Li Qingshan's shadow on the head. Wang Daoren's smile grew even more smug.

Li Qingshan did not turn back or stop at all, and continued to walk forward with his horse in his arms.

The smile on Wang Daoren's face froze. He turned his head, and Luo Daoren's face was also full of suspicion.

No, this secret technique of mystical slander can directly attack the soul. If someone's cultivation is shallow, just one bite would severely damage their soul, even if they don't die.

But this ordinary pioneer was completely unharmed.

Li Qingshan returned to Huai Shupo.

Skull Armor Number 1 immediately came over, jumping around him and making a clattering sound.

Li Qingshan took out a brass bell, shook it, and two zombies came over, began unloading the corpses from the cart, and then dug a pit to bury them in the ground.

Li Qingshan entered the room, where Old Zhang was resting with his eyes closed at the table.

"I have a question: Are human corpses very useful?"

Old Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Did something happen to you outside?"

"Many unfamiliar faces have arrived outside, and I've noticed some people collecting corpses. Also—" Li Qingshan scratched the back of his head, "Someone ambushed me, but I wasn't sure of their strength, so I didn't retaliate."

"Just as I suspected—" Old Zhang pondered for a moment, then sighed deeply, "Just as I guessed."

"What's the same?" Li Qingshan pressed.

"The north is about to descend into chaos."

"Hmm?" Li Qingshan frowned unconsciously.

"You're right, corpses are indeed very useful," Old Zhang said. "Not just human corpses, but cats, dogs, and the like—any living creature is useful in cultivation."

"Of course, among these, human corpses are the most valuable," Old Zhang said. "Humans themselves possess a spirit, and after death, they are indispensable materials for performing certain rituals. Flesh and blood, hair, bones, even feces—you could say every part of them is a treasure."

Li Qingshan processed Old Zhang's words and asked, "You just said the North is going to be in chaos?"

"Many people have died in the North, it's obvious to the naked eye, and many more will die in the future," Old Zhang said. "Corpses are precious materials, and so are the souls of the dead. The dead attract evil spirits, and evil spirits attract cultivators. In the near future, the North will become a rich mine, attracting cultivators from all over the world."

Li Qingshan frowned, pondering Old Zhang's words, and suddenly asked, "Doesn't the imperial court care?"

"Manage? The imperial court does want to manage," Old Zhang said. "Remember what I told you? The rise of evil spirits has actually weakened the royal power. Various sects have sprung up everywhere, taking the opportunity to develop their own power, wanting to treat the imperial court as a mere decoration. In fact, it's not just the martial arts sects, but also the local lords, the Northern King you see, Shen Qingzhou, and even the evil spirits, all are developing their own power. With the winds of change blowing, the world maintains a delicate balance."

"Evil spirits?" Li Qingshan's eyes widened. "Evil spirits can develop their own power?"

"Of course, what you saw was only a part, a very small part. There is another part of evil that is already aware of its own existence, and they also have their own schemes against the world."

Li Qingshan subconsciously looked around and felt as if something dangerous was lurking in the air.

He paused, then continued, "Now that the King of the North is dead, Uncle Zhang, who do you think will become the next ruler of the North? Will it be Shen Qingzhou?"

"Shen Qingzhou is used to restrain the King of the Northern Border, and the King of the Northern Border also restrains Shen Qingzhou. One is a civil official and the other is a military one. In my opinion, the court will send a new person. Moreover, it will be a very influential person, otherwise, he will not be able to control the chaotic situation in the North."

Old Zhang sighed, "Young Master Qingshan, the situation is getting increasingly chaotic. I should have stayed to help you. But I have my own things to do. From now on, you'd better pray for yourself."

Li Qingshan nodded: "I will find a suitable corpse for you as soon as possible."

"We need to hurry, or the body will rot in the spring." Old Zhang slowly closed his eyes, sitting in the pot like a wooden sculpture.

Green locust money +1

Green locust money +1

Green locust money +1

A string of numbers flashed before Li Qingshan's eyes; this was the strength that the fierce field outside was absorbing from the soil.

At the current pace, I can collect more than ten green locust coins a day, mainly because the refugees' physical condition is poor, so their contribution of green locust coins is limited.

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It's still too slow.

He was all alone, driving his cart around every day, but he couldn't collect many corpses.

Now that many outsiders have come to the North, various forces have extended their reach into the North, so we must hurry up and seize the opportunity.

The next morning, Li Qingshan set off again in his cart.

"No one collects corpses. You can exchange old corpses for soybeans, corn, or wheat."

Li Qingshan wandered around the wilderness and found that there were more and more martial arts practitioners outside.

Before dark, when Li Qingshan was about to go back, he found himself followed by a string of people.

They were all refugees who had fallen to the north, pale and emaciated, with dark skin. They coveted the food in Li Qingshan's cart, but also took into account Li Qingshan's strength, so they dared not approach easily.

They returned to Huai Shu Po, where the people dared not enter, yet were also reluctant to leave.

After dark, smoke rose from the locust tree slope.

The refugees outside swallowed hard, imagining what kind of delicious food the people inside were enjoying.

a new day.

As Li Qingshan drove the cart out of the gate, he heard a rustling sound as refugees rose from the weeds, staring longingly at him.

"Master Li, please give me a bite to eat."

"Our benefactor, we are starving to death, please save us!"

"well----"

Li Qingshan sighed softly; he was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a scene.

So he chose not to watch it.

Li Qingshan led his horse and walked forward on his own.

As long as I walk fast enough, the refugees won't be able to catch me.

The refugees followed behind Li Qingshan, not daring to get too close, yet reluctant to leave.

The key issue is that I don't know where to go if I leave.

Li Qingshan went around in circles and then came back.

The refugees knelt down with a thud, repeatedly begging for mercy from their master.

Li Qingshan sighed as he looked at the refugees before him, "Actually, it's not like there's no way."

Everyone perked up their ears.

"If you can collect the corpses for me, I can trade you food."

"Trade corpses for food—" an old man said tremblingly, "but we can't lift them."

"Then there's nothing we can do," Li Qingshan said. "After all, there's no surplus grain at Huai Shu Po."

"Okay, let's go find it now."

"Finally, there's a way."

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Li Qingshan returned after wandering around outside for a while and was suddenly startled by what he saw.

Dozens of corpses were piled up together, almost blocking the door.

This is much faster than working by myself.