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

Tiezha followed closely behind Li Qingshan, noticing that he shrank his neck, looked around in panic, and kept trying to get rid of him.

There must be something wrong with this southerner.

Tiezha was resolute, but he was not in a hurry to catch his opponent.

If we could find the murderer of the young master, or even just find some clues, it would be a great achievement for us.

However, Teza did not believe that the man dressed as a farmer was the murderer.

How could a simple farmer like Da Yan possibly kill his young master?

He must have accomplices.

I'll go with them to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

I am reluctant to share this great achievement with others.

The figure in the straw hat in the distance suddenly accelerated, trying to shake off him.

Want to leave!

Tiezha raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't worried.

On the grasslands, everyone has the ability to travel a hundred miles a day in order to hunt.

The opponent's footwork was nowhere near as good as his own.

But she wanted to see how long he was going to run away.

As Tiezha had expected, although the other party quickened their pace, they still managed to shake him off.

The other party must be like a wounded animal now; the more fearful they are, the faster they run, and the faster they run, the more blood they bleed.

Everything is under your control.

Suddenly, the other party's speed increased again, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

Tiezha quickly walked a few steps, turned around the hillside, and a mud house appeared in front of him.

So this is where it is.

Tie Zha relaxed and quietly drew the curved knife from his waist.

This should be their stronghold. Now that we've arrived, there's no need to rush.

You can catch the other party and slowly uncover the truth.

Even if it wasn't the other side who did it, it's not a big deal if we killed the wrong person.

He gripped the knife and walked slowly forward, rounding a haystack in front of the house, and noticed several figures working in the farmland ahead.

Suddenly hearing a noise behind him, he was startled and instinctively turned around. He saw a figure leap out of the haystack behind him, holding a fire poker and aiming it at his waist.

Tie Zha instinctively twisted his body, avoiding a fatal blow, but Tie Zha still managed to stab him.

Tiezha felt a tremendous force spread through him, and he couldn't stand up. His body fell straight to the ground.

The other person is incredibly strong.

With such strength, he could kill not only the young master of the tribe, but also a general in the army.

My previous ideas were too naive.

At this point, the other person's straw hat had fallen off, and there was a red spot near their left eye.

Red as a blazing flame.

"It's you!"

Tieza opened his eyes wide, his face filled with shock.

"Who are you, and what are you doing following me?" Li Qingshan asked, holding an iron shovel and looking down at him.

"Rattle ants!"

Although Tieza was lying on the ground, he was furious and was babbling in a barbarian language that Li Qingshan couldn't understand.

Although Li Qingshan couldn't understand it, he knew it wasn't anything nice.

He grabbed an iron shovel and plunged it forcefully into the barbarian's calf, roaring, "Will you talk or not? If you don't, I have plenty of ways to torture you!"

"Nini Nainai Ni!"

Tieza continued to curse angrily on the ground.

Li Qingshan hadn't expected that he would be so unyielding as to die rather than submit.

With a slight exertion of his hand, he pierced the iron spike's heart with the iron spike.

Even in death, an indomitable will still burned in Tieza's eyes.

Li Qingshan picked up a shovel, dug a pit in the murder field, and threw the victim's body into it.

Li Qingshan stepped into the pit and pondered what had happened that day.

He successfully lured the barbarians to their lair and subdued them.

But to my surprise, the other party turned out to be someone who would rather die than submit.

He would rather die than reveal any information.

However, Li Qingshan was still able to deduce some clues from the other party's expression.

The red spots on my face are indeed related to the barbarians.

It seems the matter from last time isn't over yet.

Li Qingshan touched the red spot on his left eye. It neither hurt nor itched, but it was even more unsettling.

At this moment, after Xiongtian finished digesting the remains of the strange barbarian, the numbers in front of Li Qingshan flickered.

Possessing Green Locust Coins: 7+3

My previous guess was correct; the amount of the green locust money was related to the corpse buried in the field.

Green Locust Coins can be exchanged for Rotten Wild Dogs. Killing Rotten Wild Dogs with a Monster Spawning Pot will yield Blood Jade. Consuming Blood Jade will increase your strength.

Li Qingshan had a sudden idea.

Although he had attracted this barbarian with questionable character, Li Qingshan did not believe that every barbarian was like that.

If I lure a few more people over, I'll eventually get the information I need.

You can also accumulate some money from the locust tree.

As a seasoned angler, he understood the importance of bait.

Now, I am the bait, and at the same time, I need to optimize the trap.

No matter how many people come, I can take them all in one go.

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After making preparations, Li Qingshan set off again.

He was still wearing a straw hat, his face covered with a black cloth, and a large robe.

Arriving near the city gate once again, Li Qingshan saw a barbarian at the crossroads ahead and immediately turned and fled.

There are ghosts!

The barbarian named Samuyi's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave chase.

The clan chief gave an order, commanding everyone to search the vicinity for people with red spots on their faces.

Sure enough, I found it myself.

If we could capture him and bring him back to the tribe, it would certainly be a great achievement.

Samuyi was secretly delighted. He took the short bow from his back. The barbarians were all sharpshooters and could hunt rabbits within fifty paces.

In the blink of an eye, the figure had vanished. Samuyi quickly gave chase, weaving through the weeds until she found herself on a narrow path flanked by towering pine trees.

Samuyi stopped in her tracks.

The surrounding area is gloomy and eerie; this kind of terrain is usually the easiest place to set up an ambush.

He cautiously took two steps forward, then suddenly felt something was wrong with the ground beneath his feet. He frowned slightly, stepped down with one foot, and heard a loud crash as the wooden planks in front of him collapsed, revealing a deep pit.

Looking at the large pit that had just been dug, Samuyi couldn't help but chuckle.

Such a trap is too naive. Don't they know that every barbarian is a born hunter?

How could I have fallen for such a naive trap?

Suddenly hearing a strange noise behind him, he instinctively turned around and saw a figure darting out from the dense forest on one side, carrying a ten-foot-long log in his arms.

The log was held horizontally in front of his chest, unstoppable. Samuyi had no time to react before being knocked inside.

pain!

He looked up and cried out, feeling as if his ribs were about to break.

It turns out the other party never intended for him to fall in; their intention was simply to push him in.

This is an insult to the concept of a trap.

Li Qingshan stood at the edge of the pit, watching Samuyi trying to climb out, and demanded, "What are you doing around here?"

Samuyi responded with a string of curses.

Well, another one with a problem.

Li Qingshan carried the log down and then picked up a sack he had prepared beforehand and put the target inside.

Not long after, Li Qingshan appeared near the city gate again.

He was acting suspiciously, with an excited expression.