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

Li Qingshan squeezed the copper coin in his hand, stroking the patterns on it.

Only today did I learn the purpose of this copper coin, and now holding it in my hand, it feels surprisingly heavy.

If what Zhou Ergou said is true, then this copper coin is a rare treasure.

You can continuously farm monsters in your own "wild field," and killing monsters will drop copper coins.

Now, I have accumulated quite a bit.

In that case, wouldn't I already be quite wealthy?

"Do you know where that Yellow Springs Peddler will appear?" Li Qingshan asked seriously.

Tuesday, Dog shook his head: "I don't know."

"Um?"

"Legend has it that the peddler appears every now and then, mostly at the boundary between the living and the dead. But no one knows exactly where he is. However, I can try to find out for you, and I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

Li Qingshan said, "You've told me so much; I don't know how to thank you enough."

Zhou Ergou scratched his head and laughed, "Actually, there's no need to thank me. I can tell you're a capable person. Last time it was crow meat, and this time you've hunted a tiger. While others are still starving, you've already received a reward from the King of the North. I wouldn't dare to make big money, but if you have any business in the future, just give me a hand."

Li Qingshan took out a handful of silver from his money bag, about ten taels, and said, "I have a business deal right now. Please hire some people to help me build a house. Autumn is coming soon, and I should have a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

"We don't need that much." Zhou Ergou was somewhat flattered. Now, as long as people are willing to provide food, there are plenty of people willing to work. There's no need to spend money.

"Consider this my thanks. We'll have many more opportunities to work together in the future."

"Good, good, good." Zhou Ergou's face beamed with a smile. It seemed he had made the right decision. Some money might come with the risk of being beheaded, but with his abilities, he was already satisfied with making a little money, and there was no risk involved.

He quickly tucked the silver into his pocket and looked around warily, lest someone steal it: "This world is not peaceful."

……

After parting ways with Zhou Ergou, Li Qingshan carried a shoulder pole through the wilderness. It was already dark, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the surrounding area was silent.

rustle.

Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. Li Qingshan stopped in his tracks, and the sound abruptly ceased.

He glanced back instinctively and saw a dark shadow flash by.

Huh?

Li Qingshan was suddenly startled, realizing that he was being watched again.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Li Qingshan was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Last time, he was targeted when he sold crows at the village office, and now he's being targeted again when he sells tiger skins at the military camp.

However, times have changed, and Li Qingshan is no longer the poor young man who couldn't even kill a chicken.

He can now lift a water vat and carry a shoulder pole weighing over a hundred pounds for more than ten miles. If someone is really blind, he can test his skills on them.

Li Qingshan wasn't in a hurry to get home. He slowed down and started circling around the neighborhood.

When he was fast, the rustling sound behind him was fast; when he was slow, the rustling sound behind him was slow.

After driving for more than ten miles, the footsteps behind me grew heavier and heavier, and I could hear my own heavy breathing.

Li Qingshan hurried along, then suddenly turned around and saw three figures behind him.

In the moonlight, their faces were not visible; all that could be seen were the sickles, axes, and shovels they carried.

Having been exposed by Li Qingshan, they stopped hiding and began to approach him.

The three remained silent, yet their ruthlessness was palpable, their faces contorted and terrifying.

Li Qingshan carried a carrying pole, secretly took out a wood-chopping knife, and waited for the enemy to get close. He first swung the carrying pole to repel the approaching enemy, and then quickly closed in with the wood-chopping knife to kill him.

First, eliminate one of them, either dead or crippled, to intimidate the other two; only then can you remain invincible.

Under the moonlight, the three slowly approached, their shadows stretched long by the moonlight.

A smile also appeared on Li Qingshan's lips.

Just then, the three people who were following him suddenly stopped, their faces showing fear.

It's too late to regret it now.

Li Qingshan suddenly realized that what they were afraid of might not be him, but the person behind him.

What's behind me?

Just as Li Qingshan was about to turn around and look back, the three people in front of him suddenly screamed and turned to run away into the distance.

From their screams, Li Qingshan heard three words: "mourning ghosts".

A filial piety ghost?

What is this?

I've never heard of this before.

As Li Qingshan was thinking, he saw the three people running ahead suddenly stop, as if they had been grabbed by the neck, and slowly turn their heads, their eyes glowing green.

What's going on?

There was no one around, and a bright moon hung in the sky.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

I'd better go back quickly; something's really wrong here.

Li Qingshan turned around and was suddenly startled to see a dark figure burning paper not far from him.

He was wearing a tattered white robe, squatted on the ground, and took out handfuls of yellow paper money from his pocket, throwing them into the fire in front of him.

Teng.

Red flames shot up, accompanied by sorrowful cries.

Waaah.

An overwhelming sense of grief welled up from the bottom of Li Qingshan's heart, and he wished he could collapse to the ground and wail loudly.

Something still doesn't feel right here.

I'd better leave quickly.

Without further hesitation, Li Qingshan turned and ran wildly into the distance.

During the process, it felt as if two hands were pulling me back, trying to keep me in place.

Li Qingshan ran for two or three miles before the feeling of suffocation disappeared. Only then did he realize that he was drenched in sweat.

The night breeze felt chilly on my skin.

Li Qingshan followed the old road and fled back home.

Back in the dilapidated house, he took out the money bag from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and still felt lingering fear.

Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have been finished tonight.

This world is still too dangerous. Li Qingshan has made a decision that he will try not to go out at night unless absolutely necessary.

Waaah.

Then, I heard that familiar crying sound again.

Li Qingshan was startled and turned to look outside, where he saw the white shadow of the burning paper appear under the locust tree.

It squatted there, crying and burning paper money incessantly.

Li Qingshan's eyes were red and he kept crying. He realized with frustration that he had been targeted by evil spirits.

This isn't a monster that spawned in the ominous field; it's evil spirits from outside that have been chased into our home.

My own monster spawner has become useless.

Faced with this foreign evil spirit, Li Qingshan really didn't know how to deal with it. He picked up his sharp woodcutter's knife and rusty hoe again, but he didn't know if this evil spirit was susceptible to physical damage.

The turmoil lasted until morning, when the sun rose above the horizon, and the evil spirits from the burning paper offerings slowly disappeared.