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

Seeing Li Qingshan's expression, Zhou Ergou guessed that Li Qingshan probably had quite a few exorcism coins in his hand.

Although he felt envious, he dared not be greedy.

Life is good enough now. Li Qingshan sells things and takes a cut of the profits.

Getting involved in some things can be fatal.

"I only heard about it by chance. I haven't found out exactly where it is, but it should be in the North."

Li Qingshan felt a surge of excitement. Recent events had filled him with a sense of crisis, and he knew he had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

"I will notify you immediately once I have any news, and you should be prepared."

Li Qingshan clasped his hands in thanks.

…………

On the riverbank, a bend in the clear water is as sharp as a knife.

The white-haired King of the North sat by the river, holding a fishing rod, quietly waiting for a fish to bite.

Beside him was another man dressed as a hunter, with leggings and deerskin boots. His basket contained short arrows, and his eyes were sharp and focused, like those of an old wolf.

"My son is dead," the hunter said.

"So what if he's dead? You have more than one son anyway."

"But he's different; he's tougher!"

The hunter recalled the high priest's prayer at his birth: This is a wolf-like man who will lead his people out of darkness and cold and conquer all the enemies of the grasslands.

However, he is now dead, and his death remains shrouded in mystery.

The hunter was already suspecting that the fisherman in front of him had sent someone to do it, which was why they were having this conversation.

However, he did not get any useful information from the other party.

He stood up, glanced at the King of the North's fishing float before leaving, and couldn't help but ask, "You often fish here, do you ever catch anything?"

"Fishing... what do you know?" The King of the North's eyelids twitched twice. He glanced at the other man and said, "You always pretend to be a hunter, do you actually hunt?"

The hunter smiled, drew his deerskin-wrapped hunting knife, and ran his fingertip along its sharp blade: "You don't understand. From the moment we are born, we face severe challenges. Mother Grassland is both loving and merciful; only the strong are qualified to survive. From birth to death, the children of the grassland have always been hunters, never changing."

The King of the North's eyes lit up: "I do know someone who is a skilled hunter."

The hunter grinned, revealing two buck teeth: "You southerners don't know anything about hunting. If you don't believe me, let him over here and show him."

"Alright, we can have a competition sometime."

The hunter left the riverbank, mounted his horse, and found several riders waiting for him there.

The group sped back to the tribe.

Ulemon removed his hunting attire and stepped barefoot into the high priest's tent.

The high priest, his face full of wrinkles, looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

Ulemon shook his head: "Not found."

The high priest lowered his head, and after a long while, he raised it again: "I placed a seven-day fatal curse on Abu. Whoever last touched Abu's corpse will die within seven days if I cast the spell."

Ulemon was silent for a moment, then finally raised his head and said, "That's too lenient on him."

"Yeah, that's too easy on him."

That night, the tribespeople gathered together, lit a bonfire, and placed a brazier in the center.

The high priest, dressed in a black robe and wearing a demon mask, emerged from the tent and danced around the brazier.

One by one, Rongbu's belongings were thrown into the brazier and slowly burned to ashes.

It seemed as if a gaze was fixed upon this place, and the intense aura of death made it hard to breathe.

It was so quiet that only the high priest's plaintive singing could be heard.

……

In the middle of the night, Li Qingshan suddenly sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed), breaking out in a cold sweat.

What's going on? Someone's come to steal our food again.

He glanced out the window; there was no movement outside. The guard, the mourning ghost, was quietly crouching under the locust tree, while several dark figures were working in the haunted field.

There was no movement, but I still felt uneasy.

Li Qingshan shook his head, but he was no longer sleepy. He walked out of the bedroom alone, went to the water vat outside, cut off a piece of meat, and threw it into the vat.

puff.

Several bubbles rose to the surface of the water tank, and the black flesh at the bottom of the tank moved slowly. Now, it was the size of a washbasin.

Li Qingshan has been raising it for many days, often cutting off some meat for it, and recently it has been developing quite well.

I wonder what it will turn into in the future.

Li Qingshan's mood gradually calmed down, as if he had been nurtured.

The water in the tank gradually calmed down.

Li Qingshan's face was reflected in the image.

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

On his left cheek, near his eyebrow, there was a red spot, as if a layer of skin had been burned off by a raging fire.

……

The next morning, Li Qingshan, wearing a straw hat, went to the riverbank.

He loosened one corner of his straw hat and held it up to the water's surface to look at his reflection.

The red spot on my left eye is as red as a flower, and its area has expanded compared to last night.

Moreover, it expands very quickly, and it won't be long before it covers your entire face.

What will happen next?

Li Qingshan knew nothing about this.

He sat by the river, forcing himself to calm down, but he was very nervous inside.

The bad things have already happened, and to make matters worse, I am in a fog with zero known information.

The unknown is often the most frightening thing.

He returned to the field, changed his clothes, put on a straw hat, and after thinking for a moment, covered his face with a black cloth.

He couldn't suppress it on his own, so he decided to go to a pharmacy in the city to see if anyone knew what was wrong with the red spots on his face.

The garrison was still some distance from Qingniu Pass, but for Li Qingshan now, this distance was nothing.

He kept his head down and hurried along. When he arrived at the city gate, just as he was about to go in, he suddenly saw a group of soldiers leading a group of refugees out of the city.

These people were all refugees from within the Great Wall who responded to the imperial court's call to come to the north to reclaim wasteland.

Their timid, numb, and confused expressions reminded Li Qingshan of himself when he first arrived in the North.

After a while, the crowd had dispersed and the passageway opened up. Li Qingshan looked down at the city gate.

He stopped again.

He noticed that there were several more barbarians near the city gate.

They stood with their arms crossed, seemingly casually watching the passersby, mainly focusing on their faces.

Li Qingshan immediately lowered his head warily, turned around, and left.

But the barbarians in front of the city gate had already noticed him. He heard rustling footsteps behind him, and someone had quietly followed him.

Li Qingshan inwardly cried out in alarm, vaguely guessing that the red spots on his face might be related to the barbarians.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

Instead of going into the city to inquire, I might as well just grab a barbarian and ask him.

If this matter is related to them, then I have asked the right people.

Even if it has nothing to do with them, I have not suffered any loss.

Thinking of this, he gradually slowed his pace, keeping a distance from the barbarians behind him.

He moves quickly when the other person moves fast, and slowly when the other person moves slow, occasionally taking a few quick steps to make the other person nervous.