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

Chapter 139 A Little Trouble

Seventh day.

Old Zhang lay on the wooden table, breathing evenly, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were fast asleep.

Li Qingshan stood quietly to one side, guarding him without moving.

Old Zhang is at a critical moment and could wake up at any time.

So far, things are going very smoothly, and he has gradually taken control of the body.

I wonder what he will look like when he wakes up.

"Master, Master—" Qin Afu's voice rang out from outside, "The soldiers have surrounded us and said they'll start a massacre if we don't leave."

"Then you may leave."

"Leave?" Qin Afu was taken aback; he had never considered this idea before.

Li Qingshan inside the room fell silent, and Qin Afu slowly withdrew.

The soldiers' encirclement in front of the gate was closing in. Where there used to be a way out, now only a narrow exit remained.

People were filled with unease and all looked at Qin Afu without prior arrangement.

"Master said that those who want to leave can leave, and those who want to stay can stay," Qin Afu said. "We must trust Master. When Heaven and Earth were indifferent, it was Master who saved us. Now that he is in trouble, how can we abandon him?"

His gaze slowly swept across the area.

The crowd gathered in front of him and silently raised their wooden sticks.

Qin Afu was not surprised by this scene.

Those who were meant to leave yesterday are gone, and those who remain may not all be grateful for the master's kindness.

They were gambling too.

Can we survive if we leave here?

Not necessarily.

No one cares about the life or death of a group of refugees, but staying and taking a gamble might be a way out.

Qin Afu also had the same thought in his mind.

"That's so stupid."

From a distance, Jin Wuji could see that even though the refugees had raised their wooden sticks, their bodies were still trembling.

"Then kill them all," said Lu Botong.

"Is the general coming or not? When will we make our move?" Jin Wuji asked.

"The message has already been sent down, telling us to handle it as we see fit," Lu Botong said.

"Dirty water splashed on us?" Jin Wuji spat. "This general is incredibly cunning."

In the distance, Wang Daoren and Luo Daoren slowly appeared, followed by another person.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, with his hands and feet hidden inside, and he also wore a bamboo hat on his head.

"Why have the government troops appeared?" Luo Daoren asked, frowning.

"Could it be that they intend to make a move here?" Wang Daoren guessed.

"That's a good thing. Let's take a look first and let the officers and soldiers lead the way."

Northern Camp.

Dugu Yan stepped out of the command tent and looked up at the sky.

The weather was lovely today; the winter sun shone on her, making her squint comfortably.

"It's a beautiful day."

She sighed and turned to look in the direction of Qingniu Pass.

At Qingniu Pass, there are several screens.

Shen Qingzhou sat with his beloved concubine, and several exquisite dishes were laid out on the table.

"What time is it?"

"Reporting to General, it's just past 11:00 AM," Bai Yunhe replied, standing with his hands at his sides. "General, don't worry. General Tianfu has already agreed to help, and several martial arts sects have sent people. Everything will be fine."

"Ahem, I thought he was a talented person, what a pity—"

The woman named Hua Niang immediately stood up and gently patted his back.

At this moment, a soldier brought over a brocade box.

Bai Yunhe took it, but Shen Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "Open it and take a look."

Bai Yunhe opened the brocade box a crack and saw three feathered arrows inside.

"My lord, why go to such lengths? You've even resorted to using the Soul-Chasing Arrow."

The Soul-Chasing Arrow is a treasure bestowed by the imperial court. Once fired, it will chase away the soul and claim the life; either the arrow will break or the person will die.

Bai Yunhe knew that these three arrows were originally intended for the King of the Northern Territory.

If he harbors any disloyal intentions, Shen Qingzhou will use these three arrows to execute him first and report later.

However, it was used on an unknown pioneer.

"Just in case," Shen Qingzhou said calmly.

Outside the locust tree slope.

Wang Daoren and Luo Daoren were waiting for the government troops to take action, preparing to observe the situation calmly.

Suddenly, some people appeared in the distance and walked to the front of the soldiers' encirclement.

"Look quickly, isn't that Master Puguang of the Great Brightness Sect?" Wang Daoren suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The newcomer was nine feet tall, with bulging muscles, resembling an iron tower.

"It is said that this Master Puguang comprehended a set of Bright Palm techniques, and his two palms were far superior to divine weapons, thus converting many demons."

"Behind him, could it be the Venerable Impermanence of the White Bone Temple?"

"This Venerable Impermanence has a Soul-Gathering Banner in his hand, which can absorb people's souls. Once he uses it, hundreds of ghosts howl, making people dizzy and disoriented."

"The person behind him should be Tian Dali from Sihai Money Shop. This man was born a farmer and wields a wooden stick. He is known as the Mighty Demon God."

Behind them were several skilled fighters, all renowned figures in the martial arts world.

Wang Daoren looked at Luo Daoren: "What are these people doing? Are they friends or enemies?"

"They don't seem like friends. But if the owner of this place can offend so many people at the same time, then he must be quite something."

The two of them were secretly wondering if they had messed with the wrong person.

At this moment, this group of martial arts practitioners had broken through the encirclement and arrived at the gate of the stronghold.

In the distance, Wang Suanpan led the refugees, watching this scene unfold. He secretly thought to himself, "Thank goodness I called you away. You see how dangerous it was?"

The people behind him nodded repeatedly, secretly glad that they had left early.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Afu stepped forward first at the gate, blocking everyone outside.

"The light shines everywhere." Pu Guang smiled. "We are all friends of the master of this place, and have come to pay our respects."

"Friends?" Qin Afu frowned, unsure whether they were friend or foe.

He turned his head and glanced back. The door of the earthen house was still tightly closed, and Zhou Huwa was squatting in front of the door.

Remembering Li Qingshan's instructions, he immediately said, "My master is not available to receive guests at the moment. If they are friends, please wait a while."

"A farmer dares to call himself a master," Tian Dali sneered disdainfully.

Qin Afu's heart skipped a beat; the person who came was probably not a friend.

He immediately straightened his back and said, "My master is not receiving guests today."

Tian Dali took a step forward, "Kid, aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Stop them! Stop them here!"

Qin Afu waved his hand, and the nearby refugees rushed over, forming a human wall in front of the gate.

He knew in his heart that these martial arts practitioners all possessed great supernatural powers, and even if the refugees attacked together, they would not be a match for them.

All I had to do was stall for time until the master came out.

"Esteemed gentlemen," said Qin Afu, "my master is a farmer, and so are we. There's no need for you to make things difficult for us. If you have any questions, you can wait for my master to come out. If all else fails, we'll kneel down before you gentlemen." "Come, come, let's kneel down before them," Qin Afu continued.

With a whoosh, the crowd almost simultaneously knelt down on the ground.

Tian Dali had already decided to kill, and for a moment he was hesitant to make a move.

At this moment, inside the earthen house, Old Zhang slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a puff of white breath from his nostrils.

The breath was long, lasting a full minute.

"It's alive?" Li Qingshan asked.

Old Zhang nodded: "It's quite lively here today."

"It's a bit of a problem."