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

Chapter 137 The Person Blocking the Way

Even in the dead of night, the area in front of the locust tree slope was still crowded with people.

People have already dug underground pits, and they squeeze into them at night to temporarily avoid the wind and cold.

Some people even crawled into haystacks to survive the cold night.

Qin Afu, along with several other men, patrolled along the locust tree slope to prevent anyone from intruding.

The fact that the master entrusted this task to me shows that he trusts me.

We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes.

As Qin Afu led his men past, behind the locust tree slope, Wang Daoren and Luo Daoren got up from the ground.

Behind them, on the ground, lay more than a dozen corpses, neatly arranged.

"Those hateful disaster victims stripped all the grass around us. Now we have nowhere to hide," said Wang Daoren.

"Tonight, we'll be able to test the strength of the owner of this place," Luo Daoren said quietly. "I've already checked, and the defenses here are the weakest."

Huai Shu Zhai is located on a small earthen slope, with few rocks or mountains around it. It is a narrow space near the river, and patrols cannot reach this area.

Once you climb over the wall, you can enter the village directly and lure out the owner of Huai Shu Village.

Luo Daoren drew his copper coin sword, flicked it with his hand, and produced a crisp sound.

The zombies behind them gradually stood up and began to move towards Huai Shu Village.

In the darkness, their footsteps rustled against the ground, and their green eyes shone like ghostly lanterns.

As they approached the village wall, the zombies piled up like a human pyramid, one after another.

"Someone's coming," Wang Daoren immediately warned.

Luo Daoren and Wang Daoren squatted down at the same time. Luo Daoren placed his hand on his sword and stopped commanding the zombies. The zombies outside the wall were stuck together, like a dark shadow.

Qin Afu walked over holding a torch, and the cold wind all around made the flames flicker.

"It's too cold here, let's go back first."

"Something really weird is going on tonight."

The group didn't reach the end before turning back.

Luo Daoren and Wang Daoren breathed a sigh of relief.

They are indeed a mob, acting so carelessly.

It wasn't that they were afraid of the refugees, but there were just too many of them, making it difficult to deal with.

If we could occupy this auspicious location, we could slowly process them and turn them into zombies; perhaps some of them would be promising talents.

Luo Daoren drew his sword again, plucked the blade, and produced a clear ringing sound.

The zombie in the corner continued to move, and with a thud, it fell into the wall.

"It's done." Wang Daoren was overjoyed. Once the first one was in, sending the other zombies in one after another wouldn't be a big problem.

With so many zombies, we can definitely wreak havoc in the village.

Luo Daoren smiled and continued to control the zombies, which all jumped into the village.

"With so many zombies, they're sure to wreak havoc in the village," said Wang Daoren.

"Hmm?" Luo Daoren's smile suddenly froze, and he subconsciously frowned.

Wang Daoren wanted to ask, but he knew that being disturbed at such a time was the worst thing to do, so he stood silently behind him.

Wang Daoren had long coveted the secret techniques of the Corpse-Driving Sect. The reason he followed Luo Daoren was to learn these secret techniques and the ghost-repelling copper coin sword on his back.

However, judging from Luo Daoren's current situation, it seems that he has encountered a problem.

Luo Daoren did indeed encounter a problem.

When a person dies, they become a corpse; if the corpse does not decompose, it becomes a stiff body.

Zombies are actually incapable of moving.

The reason why the Corpse-Driving School can control zombies is because they control the zombies through the Corpse-Driving Talisman behind their necks.

However, how could the zombies that entered the village suddenly lose contact?

At this very moment, inside Huai Shu Zhai.

One by one, the ghost blood vines stretched out their tendrils, using their barbs to fiercely snag the corpses that had jumped in on their own initiative.

Then, it absorbed it like crazy.

The flesh and blood slowly rotted, and black blood flowed out, only to be completely devoured by the vines.

It's time to fertilize again.

After receiving sufficient nutrients, the Ghost Blood Vine made a crackling sound as it grew, slowly climbing up the wall.

The smile on Wang Daoren's face slowly froze.

Why is there no movement in the village after so much time has passed?

Logically speaking, the world should have been in chaos long ago.

He looked at Luo Daoren and tentatively began, "Brother Luo—"

"They're all gone." Daoist Luo shook his head. "They disappeared after they jumped in. I can't sense them anymore."

"Hmm?" Wang Daoren asked, puzzled.

Just then, a vine climbed up the wall, its round leaves swaying gently in the wind.

It's the fifth day of Old Zhang's seclusion.

As Qin Afu entered the village, he was surprised to see that the vines growing against the wall had grown much larger and had climbed all the way to the top of the wall.

this----

The master had already instructed that these vines were extremely dangerous and that he and the other refugees should never approach them lightly.

Although I don't know why, the master's words are orders and must be obeyed.

He stepped forward to the earthen house, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the master, someone is looking for you outside."

"Didn't you say not to bother me?" The voice inside paused. "Who is it?"

"It's said to be people from the military camp, claiming to be the newly appointed General of the North, inviting you over, sir."

"Why would they ask me to do this? We don't even know each other," Li Qingshan said. "I'll go in a couple of days."

"They seem to be in a hurry, wanting the master to go now," Qin Afu said. "We drove away the grain requisition team that came before, and this time, it's probably still about requisitioning grain."

"Then we can't go," Li Qingshan said. "You should tell them that the land reclamation households will not have to pay taxes for three years, and the imperial court cannot go back on its word."

Inside the earthen house, Li Qingshan continued to watch over Old Zhang.

Over the past five days, Old Zhang's head and neck have fused together, with a ring of grotesque scars around his neck.

He is still very weak, but he can drink some water now, though he still cannot speak.

Li Qingshan was inside the house, and he wouldn't even walk around or speak loudly, let alone move around.

Just wait two more days, and you'll get through it on your own.

Northern Camp.

Bang!

Dugu Yan slammed her fist onto the desk, causing cracks to appear on the solid surface.

"I gave him face, but he refused to come see me."

"General Qi, this man is extremely arrogant and domineering. He was the one who killed the Prince. The court has already let him go, but he is still incredibly audacious and openly provides relief to disaster victims. He has now gathered tens of thousands of refugees who are loyal to him. His wolfish ambitions are obvious. General, this man cannot be allowed to live," Jin Wuji said.

Dugu Yan glared at him, then suddenly said, "What you say makes sense. Now I'm sending you with a troop of soldiers to capture him."

"I—" Jin Wuji's face fell. "To be honest, General, this man is quite strong. Even General Tuoba is no match for him."

Why are you mentioning me? Tuoba Feng snorted: "Indeed, you have some tricks up your sleeve."

"Moreover, many refugees have gathered in front of his village, making him more difficult to deal with than before," said Lu Botong.

"So what? Just kill them," Dugu Yan said. "Haven't you ever killed anyone before?"

Everyone was speechless.

At this moment, a messenger entered the command tent and said, "Reporting to the General, Dingkun of the Great Bright Sect requests an audience."

"The Great Light Cult? Let them get lost."

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"They said they were willing to lend the general a hand."