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

"Big brother, isn't this a bit risky?" Wang Dagou was cautious by nature. "We still don't know what happened with the martial arts incident last time."

"What are you afraid of!" Wang Dahu waved his hand. "Is it more terrifying than starving? Say no more, grab your weapons, go up in the dark, and get to work."

……

Li Qingshan stayed inside the dilapidated house. The newly built house was a bit damp, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

At midnight, the sound of crying outside rang out once again.

Li Qingshan peered out the window and saw the mourning ghost reappear under the big locust tree.

A fire was lit in front of it, and it took out handfuls of paper money and threw them into the fire.

These paper money are used to buy one's own life, right? Once enough paper money has been burned, one will also become a walking corpse.

Li Qingshan hid in the earthen house, not daring to go out.

He wasn't without hope; he was looking forward to the countdown refreshing so that more monsters would spawn in the ominous field, allowing him to fight them with his own kind of monsters.

That way, perhaps we can find a glimmer of hope.

But the countdown hasn't been updated recently, and Li Qingshan can't possibly leave Xiongtian.

This was his only reliance, and for it, he didn't even care about the King of the North's personal guards.

After holding out for two hours, Li Qingshan realized he could no longer hide.

As his spirit grew weaker, the wailing of the mourning ghost was not entirely useless; it was constantly draining his spirit.

If I continue to endure it, it may steal all my spirit, leaving me with no will to resist.

He carried a rusty axe in his right hand and a sharp woodcutter's knife in his left, and stepped out of the earthen house.

No matter what, I have to fight it. I'd rather be killed by it than be scared to death by it.

Let's give it two swings of the axe first.

Waaah.

The night wind carried the cries of the mourning ghost, which made Li Qingshan increasingly terrified.

At this moment, three dark figures also climbed up the earthen slope in the dark.

"Big brother, this kid should be fast asleep by now."

"Don't speak, did you hear any crying?"

"How about we leave?"

"Why retreat? Let's give him a piece of our minds."

Li Qingshan set his sights on the mourning ghost under the locust tree, whose cries were like a soul-reaping melody.

"Damn it, let's get our hands on it."

Li Qingshan, also filled with rage, charged towards the mourning ghost step by step.

At this moment, the mourning ghost's cries suddenly changed. Li Qingshan's mind cleared, and he suddenly realized that the mourning ghost's cries were no longer directed at him.

Under the locust tree, the mourning ghost took out a handful of paper money from his pocket, sobbing and calling out a name: "Wang Dagou".

Li Qingshan subconsciously turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the darkness.

His eyes were gleaming green, and he was carrying a sickle.

His face showed some pain, as if he was fighting against something, but soon the fighting expression disappeared and was replaced by numbness.

The mourning ghost took out another handful of paper money from its bosom, and amidst its sobs, called out another name: "Wang Dabao."

Another figure emerged from the darkness, holding a hoe in his hand, his expression slowly turning numb.

Li Qingshan suddenly recognized the two people as the two who had come to work during the day.

They must have seen a lot of grain and become greedy, so they tried to sabotage themselves in the dark.

Ugh……

Li Qingshan sighed softly. Everyone has greed; it would be abnormal if they didn't.

But you should consider your own strength. Coming here now and crashing headlong into the embrace of evil spirits is no different from suicide.

"Waaah."

The wailing of the mortals rang out again, and the mourning ghost under the locust tree called out a third name: "Wang Dahu".

There was another figure in the darkness, struggling to break free from the control of the mourning ghost.

Li Qingshan had long seen that, to the mourning ghost, human life was either noble or lowly.

For example, I guess I'm just lucky; the mourning ghost burned for a whole day.

The mourning ghost took out another handful of paper money and threw it into the fire. As the ashes rose, it called out another name: "Wang Da..."

"what!"

The figure in the darkness suddenly let out a strange cry, as if summoning all its courage, and turned to flee into the distance.

The mourning ghost took out a handful of paper money and threw it into the fire, crying out, "Wang... Li Qingshan."

When it was his turn, Li Qingshan felt a heaviness in his head, and when it called his name, he wished he could fall asleep immediately.

"Li Qingshan".

The mourning ghost cried out again, and after a night of weeping, it was about time to bring Li Qingshan's soul back.

I can't take it anymore, I'm about to break.

Li Qingshan felt a little dizzy. With his last bit of consciousness, he turned around, wanting to do what the shadowy figure had done earlier and run away into the distance.

But his legs felt so heavy, as if they were filled with lead, and the mourning ghosts behind him kept calling out, trying to keep Li Qingshan from leaving.

Am I really going to die here?

I can not be reconciled.

Li Qingshan struggled to take each step, each step so difficult.

Suddenly, with a clang, a life-saving coin fell from his pocket and landed on the ground, hitting a pebble.

The crying stopped abruptly, and the dizzying, binding feeling in his head disappeared. Li Qingshan felt a sense of relief and turned around. The mourning ghost under the locust tree had actually stood up and was staring straight at the exorcism token on the ground.

Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the Ghost-Expelling Coin, waving it in his hand: "You want this?"

The mourning ghost did not answer, but its eyes betrayed everything.

Li Qingshan suddenly realized something: this kind of money for buying lives is also a form of hard currency for evil spirits.

He threw the copper coin in his hand with force, and it landed right at the feet of the mourning ghost.

It squatted down, picked up the copper coin from the ground, and rubbed it in its hand.

It stopped crying and stopped calling Li Qingshan's name, but it didn't disappear; it remained squatting under the locust tree.

Moreover, there were two dark figures standing in place, their green eyes staring at him.

Li Qingshan scratched his head, wondering whether the evil spirit had been dealt with or not.

He returned to the earthen house, still worried, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Li Qingshan walked out of the dilapidated house and the first thing he looked at was under the locust tree.

The mourning ghost has disappeared.

But two dark figures remained standing there; they were Wang Dagou and Wang Dabao, who had launched the sneak attack the previous night.

Their faces had lost all color, and their empty eyes stared blankly ahead.

Li Qingshan boldly approached, but they did not react at all.

They should be dead by now.

What to do with them is a problem; otherwise, we might as well chop them up and plant them in the treacherous fields.

Putting the issue of the two zombies aside for the time being, Li Qingshan then planned to light the fire pit to dry out the moisture in the house.

He carried a yin-yang hoe and a sickle at his waist. With each swing of the hoe, he absorbed the essence of the plants, and then used the sickle to cut the grass.

rustle.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from behind him. Li Qingshan turned around and saw the two walking corpses following behind him, one wielding a hoe and the other wielding a sickle.

They were actually imitating their own actions.