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

Killing someone is not a difficult thing; in fact, it can be said to be very easy.

Standing in the center of the earthen house, Li Qingshan recalled the whole process. He first feigned weakness to lull his two followers into a false sense of security, and then deliberately used pieces of meat as bait. His original intention was to lure them all into the house so that he could close the door and catch them all in one fell swoop.

Surprisingly, this barbarian boy was quite calm, knowing to leave one person outside. He just hadn't expected to use the water vat tactic.

He remained remarkably calm throughout, unlike a novice who was killing for the first time; rather, he seemed to be a seasoned veteran.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath, and a thought popped into his mind:

After fighting the dragon for a long time, he himself was transformed into a dragon.

Living in this cannibalistic world, one cannot help but be infected by it.

Li Qingshan slowly regained his composure, staring at the corpse lying face down in the corner.

Anyone who frequently commits murder knows that killing is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult.

Li Qingshan carried a shovel to the center of the treacherous field and dug four holes.

Then he began to strip the clothes off the four people. Although Kyouda could devour flesh and blood, he could not digest clothing.

The night was silent.

The only sounds were the wind rustling through the treetops and the distant sobbing of the river.

Li Qingshan suddenly sensed something, looked up, and saw the mourning ghost appear under the locust tree.

Tonight, it neither burned paper money nor wailed; it simply squatted there in the distance, watching Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan vaguely felt it grinning at him, baring its teeth.

He regained his composure, threw the first corpse into the pit, and covered it with a thin layer of soil.

Then came the second body, and the third.

As Li Qingshan became more skilled, his mind became calmer, and even the distant mourning ghosts could not affect his mood.

Finally, he arrived in front of the noble boy, whose eyes were still wide open and a bloody hole appeared on his head.

When Li Qingshan was taking off his clothes, he noticed that his hands were very tight, as if he was clutching something.

He forcefully pried open his tightly clenched knuckles, revealing a peach pit in his palm.

By this time, the peach pit had been crushed, and red liquid was flowing out of it.

What is this?

Li Qingshan curiously fiddled with it, and suddenly a prompt popped into his mind:

Life-Chasing Worm: The practitioner raises blood worms in a peach pit and feeds them with blood from their fingertips. In an emergency, the practitioner can crush the peach pit to send a signal to the police.

Li Qingshan felt a jolt of fear, recalling the barbarian boy's dying words: "Kill me and you will die."

This is not intimidation, but a fact.

……

Northland, further north.

Barbarian tribes.

Inside the high priest's hut, an old woman sat behind a table piled high with the skulls of various animals.

Suddenly, she raised her withered arm, and a blood-red flying insect flew in and landed on the tip of her index finger.

The old woman stared for a moment, then suddenly, two tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her wrinkled face.

"Abu is dead."

She sighed softly.

……

In front of the dilapidated house, in the ominous field.

Li Qingshan realized he had made a huge mistake.

But I had no choice.

He sighed softly and continued stripping and burying the body, his movements showing no sign of panic.

There were also two horses nearby, gathered in front of the earthen house, attracted by the aroma of meat wafting from inside.

Li Qingshan went inside, took out the meat used to lure the enemy, and slowly led the two horses into the dangerous field.

Then he drew his machete and quickly finished them off.

These are all fine mounts, and the saddles on them are worth several dozen taels of silver.

But you can't be greedy, because being greedy could cost you your life.

Li Qingshan dug two more holes, pushed the horse into them, and covered them with a layer of soil.

Then he dug a pit and threw in the clothes, rings, necklaces, earrings, saddle, and weapons he had stripped off, and set them on fire.

Finally, Li Qingshan took out the piece of black meat used to lure the enemy and threw it into the water vat.

Looking at the dark flesh that had sunk to the bottom, Li Qingshan had an idea and washed the blood off his hands into the water vat.

The piece of dark meat seemed to be breathing in and out, as if it were absorbing the stench of blood from the vat.

Ok……

Li Qingshan fell silent again.

He cleaned the mud house inside and out again, shoveled up the bloodstains and buried them in the ground.

Even after all this was done, the flames in the pit were still burning.

Li Qingshan was already starving, but he hadn't noticed it before.

He went to the iron pot where the stew was made and ladled out a bowl of fragrant meat.

The meat had been cooked for too long and was now falling off the bone and mushy, and the radish had also dissolved in the iron pot.

Li Qingshan bit into a piece of steaming hot meat, which burned his mouth.

"It smells so good."

After filling his stomach, he lay down and fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke up the next day, there were still some embers in the pit that had not yet been extinguished. Their clothes had disappeared, leaving only some unburnt gold, silver, copper and iron, and a metal lump the size of a fist.

Li Qingshan pulled it out and threw it into the nearby river.

Then they scooped out the ashes and scattered them among the weeds and wild fields.

Finally, the pit was reburied.

Li Qingshan returned to the haunted field to inspect the burial site from the previous night.

After a night, they had almost all disappeared, with only some red water seeping from the soil.

It seems that Akita has a pretty strong ability to digest things.

By the time Xiongtian had finished digesting it, he had left almost no flaws.

But Li Qingshan also knew in his heart that no matter how carefully he planned, he would inevitably leave loopholes.

The safest course of action is to leave the north as soon as possible and escape back to the interior.

Is it safe to escape back to the interior of China?

By guarding this dangerous land, he still has something to rely on. If he returns to the interior, he will be no different from other refugees.

Just then, Li Qingshan's vision blurred, and a notification suddenly popped up.

The evil field is being upgraded.

Upgrade countdown: 6 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes

Huh?

Li Qingshan was taken aback. He looked at the soil on the ground where blood was seeping out, and a guess suddenly popped into his mind.

Could the upgrade mechanism of this haunted field be related to the corpses you buried there?

Wow.

He really is a wicked person.

After completing the task of destroying the evidence, Li Qingshan did not rest, but went to the village to look for Zhou Ergou.

What happened last night made him realize something.

The world today has no place for a quiet field to be cultivated.

Being an old farmer was never my ideal.

I must develop myself as quickly as possible in order to gain a foothold in this chaotic world.

On Tuesday, Gou specially drove a large cart, and the mule pulling the cart was the one Li Qingshan had earned from building the house last time.

"What exactly is this thing? You even made me drive here. You didn't make me take your excrement, did you?"

"I hunted some wild animals when I had some free time."

"What kind of wild animals? The wild animals around here are hard to hunt. We've already hunted all the pheasants."

He stopped the truck, went inside, and was immediately shocked.

"You...you hunted this all by yourself?"

"So, is it worth anything?"

"Tsk tsk tsk."

On Tuesday, the dog circled the black bear several times, clicking its tongue repeatedly, and finally said with regret, "It was originally quite valuable, but now look what you've done to it."