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

Chapter 134 Fate Has Arrived

Li Qingshan's work proceeded in an orderly manner.

Skull Armor Number One was responsible for planting the Ghost Blood Vine, cutting the vines into sections and burying them in the soil, then placing corpses nearby.

As long as there are enough corpses, the growth rate of the Ghost Blood Vine can be guaranteed.

A cold wind blew, and the thumb-sized leaves swayed shyly against the wall.

Once they smell the meat, the vines will grow barbs that pierce the flesh and slowly drain away all the nutrients.

Based on the current trend, the walls will be covered with red leaves before spring arrives.

Li Qingshan, on the other hand, was blacksmithing in a shack.

Zhou Huwa stood by, pumping the bellows, waiting for the pig manure to burn red-hot before taking out the iron and pounding it on the chopping board.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Under Li Qingshan's hammer, the iron billet became soft.

A spearhead gradually took shape.

Qin Afu has already delivered a batch of ash wood.

They were clean and tidy, each one about three feet long and as thick as a forearm, and now they were piled up in the corner of the shack.

Once the spearhead is finished and assembled, the first test can begin.

At this moment, Wang Suanpan walked in from outside.

He hunched his shoulders, looking left and right, taking each step cautiously.

Li Qingshan didn't invite anyone in, but no one was willing to come in either.

It's obvious that a place that processes a large number of corpses wouldn't be a good place.

If possible, please don't come in.

Wang Suanpan approached Li Qingshan tremblingly, head bowed, and said, "Master, is someone looking for you outside?"

"Who is it?" Li Qingshan thought to himself, he had no friends in the North.

"One of them was wearing a hat and claimed to be from the Great Light Cult; he was putting on airs."

"oh----"

Li Qingshan nodded, put down the hammer, and stepped out.

Outside the gate, Dingkun, dressed in white, smiled as he looked at Li Qingshan.

"The light shines brightly; you've found a good spot."

"Is this considered a good place?" Li Qingshan said. "Back then, even if it were given away for free, nobody would want it."

"With such a dense concentration of yin energy, this place must be teeming with treasures."

Li Qingshan scratched his head. Old Zhang had mentioned it briefly before, but he hadn't really believed it.

It seems that more and more people are recognizing its value.

"What brings you here?" Li Qingshan asked.

"May I speak with you in private?" Dingkun asked.

With refugees coming and going all around, it was definitely not a place to talk.

Li Qingshan and Dingkun arrived at the riverbank, where the ice surface was crystal clear, reflecting the sunlight.

"There's no one here anymore. Master, is there anything you'd like to say?" Li Qingshan asked.

Dingkun turned his head and said, "There are some things you've done wrong. I hope you can stop as soon as possible."

"What's wrong?" Li Qingshan looked puzzled. He hadn't offended anyone recently, so what was wrong with him?

"You're a smart man, why ask a question you already know the answer to?" Dingkun said. "Why are all the refugees from this area heading to Huai Shu Po?"

"Because I gave him food," Li Qingshan said in surprise. "Could it be because the food was wrong?"

Dingkun nodded slightly.

"This is utterly ridiculous. How can saving people be considered a mistake? Should we just watch them starve to death?"

"People should certainly be saved, but not everyone should be saved. There is a great deal of wisdom in deciding who to save and who not to save."

"According to the master, who should be saved, and who shouldn't be saved?"

"Those with talent for cultivation should naturally be saved; they are the future and hope of the world. Those able-bodied men and women, though unable to cultivate, can still do some physical labor. As for the others, it is better to stand aside and not interfere too much."

"The master often says that his light shines universally; how could he be hypocritical?"

"To have a raging fire, you also need a mountain of firewood. Only through a torrent of death can a torrent of life be born," Dingkun said. "Many sects came to the North with ulterior motives. But you are too greedy, gathering all the refugees under your own command and leaving none for others. Such actions will bring disaster."

At this moment, Li Qingshan had seen through Ding Kun's intentions. He asked, "Is this your idea alone, or is there someone else involved?"

"That's what everyone thinks," Dingkun said. "It's just that everyone feels I have some connection with you, so they asked me to persuade you to stop."

"We have no connection," Li Qingshan said. "And not everyone is qualified to have a connection with me."

"What's the point of indulging in a moment of verbal sparring?" Ding Kun remained calm and composed. "You claim to be a good person, then what use are all those corpses to you? Where did all the corpses that were brought in disappear?"

Li Qingshan looked up, and Ding Kun's smile seemed to have seen right through him.

"We're all doing the same thing, so don't be too greedy or selfish. There are countless sects and cultivators in the world, and countless methods. Sometimes you don't even know how you died," Dingkun said. "I only felt sorry for you because you're so young."

"Let me give you a piece of advice: those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

After saying that, Li Qingshan turned and left.

He had just returned to the village when Zhou Huwa found him, pointing at the earthen house with a series of "ah ah" sounds.

Li Qingshan walked into the earthen house and saw Old Zhang staring at him with wide eyes, saying, "Found it."

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Huh?

Following Old Zhang's directions, Li Qingshan found a body that had just been delivered.

This is a male corpse, around thirty years old, who likely died of cold and starvation; his skin is dark with a bluish tinge.

"Look, there's nothing special about it."

"It's fate," Old Zhang said.

"How can I help you?"

"This time, the timing, location, and people have all come together perfectly, and I'm in excellent physical condition. After this transformation, my strength might even increase further," Old Zhang said. "Actually, the ceremony is quite simple. However, I need you to protect me for seven days. During these seven days, you must not be exposed to the sun, moon, or stars, you must not be exposed to the wind, and you must not be disturbed by anyone. You must not be disturbed by cats, dogs, foxes, or snakes."

"It won't be easy," Li Qingshan said, "but I'll do my best."

Li Qingshan thought for a moment, then said, "You've been dragging this out until now, is it because you don't trust me?"

Old Zhang smiled slightly: "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were trustworthy."

"hehe."

Li Qingshan thought to himself that he was no longer so easily fooled.

He first kicked Zhou Huwa out, and then made him sleep in a haystack for seven days.

Then he told Qin Afu not to let anyone disturb him.

Qin Afu may not be trustworthy, but they are certainly afraid of him.

Afterwards, Li Qingshan returned to the house, closed the doors and windows tightly, and then used quilts and clothes to block the gaps.

Only he, Old Zhang, and a corpse remained in the room.

"Why don't you move the body to the table first?"

Li Qingshan did as instructed, making the corpse lie spread-eagled on the table.

"And then?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Wait a minute, let me stand up."

Stand up?

While Li Qingshan was momentarily stunned, Old Zhang's head shook and he slowly pulled it out of the basin.

Below his neck, red veins grew out, densely intertwined, like the roots of a potted plant.

"Now, cut off their heads."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Li Qingshan was a little nervous. "Whose was he attacked?"

Old Zhang: "————"