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

After dark, Li Qingshan emerged from the field, carrying three burlap sacks on his shoulder.

Returning to Xiongtian, Li Qingshan threw the sack on the ground with a thud.

Blood was seeping from the bottom of the sack.

He picked up a shovel and began digging a hole in the ground.

Li Qingshan is becoming more and more proficient at this job. With his feet firmly planted and his waist and hips coordinated, he is not tired and can work quickly.

Before long, a large pit that could hold three people was dug.

Li Qingshan planted the shovel in the ground, untied the burlap sack, and poured the first corpse into it.

Then came the second sack.

Then came the third one.

As soon as the third burlap sack was untied, a face covered in blood was revealed inside.

"I'll talk, I'll talk..."

"You should have said so sooner."

"If I tell you, will I live?" asked the red-faced, shaved-haired barbarian.

"That depends on what you say," Li Qingshan said, gripping the shovel beside him.

"I'll talk, I'll talk..." The barbarian lowered his head. "My name is Nari, and I'm from the Red Bone Tribe on the grasslands. Our chieftain ordered us to guard the northern crossroads and look for people with freckles on their faces."

The barbarian named Na Ri glanced at Li Qingshan, and under his straw hat, the red spots on his face became even more striking.

Li Qingshan touched the spot on his left eye, suppressing the tension in his voice: "Why are you looking for people with spots on their faces?"

"This is a seven-day killing curse. The young master is dead, and the high priest has already performed the ritual. Whoever was the last to touch the young master's body will be afflicted by this seven-day killing curse," Na Ri said. "It will start with the left eye, slowly covering the entire face. When it spreads to the whole body, the person will rot and turn into blood and die."

Li Qingshan could no longer distinguish whether what he said was a curse or the truth.

He never expected that the barbarian nobleman he casually killed was actually a minor member of a grassland tribe.

"Is there any way to solve this?" Li Qingshan touched his face again, wishing he could dig his fingers into his flesh.

That day, he shook his head: "There is no cure. He will surely die in seven days."

After saying that, a thought struck him: if he had extinguished Li Qingshan's hope, Li Qingshan would be even less likely to let him live.

So he hurriedly said, "If you come back with me and beg the clan chief for forgiveness, perhaps the clan chief will spare your life."

Li Qingshan naturally wouldn't fall for it.

"If there's no way to cure me, why did you capture me? I'll die on my own in seven days anyway," Li Qingshan asked.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Our clan leader said that letting you die under the Seven-Day Killing Curse would be too lenient on you."

"Your chieftain?" Li Qingshan asked. "You just said you're from the Red Bone Tribe. What other tribes are there on the grasslands?"

"There are five major tribes on the grassland: Red Bone, Blue Wolf, Azure Scale, White Kui, and Black Wing, as well as countless smaller tribes that worship the five major tribes. Our Red Bone tribe is the most powerful among them, and our chieftain, Ulemon, is a born warrior who will unify the grassland sooner or later," Nari said with some excitement.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt enlightened. Being so close to the barbarians, he now understood what the internal situation of the barbarian tribe was like.

Unlike the past, where a few taps on a screen could yield a vast amount of information, now even a single fragment of intelligence is extremely rare.

That day, I cautiously probed, "I've said everything I needed to say. Can you let me go now?"

"Hmm!" Li Qingshan straightened up and looked down at the other person.

"You wouldn't go back on your word, would you? I knew it! You Southerners are the most cunning!"

"I am a farmer, and farmers are the most honest people; they would never go back on their word."

That day, a thought suddenly struck me: could this person really be a fool, and I still have a chance to escape?

"But what if you betray me?"

"I would never betray you; I swear to the Redbone God."

"I don't trust you." Li Qingshan shook his head. "So I will neither let you go nor kill you."

"and you……"

Just then, a sobbing sound rang out. Before Nari could react, she heard someone calling her name: "Nari Delebu..."

"I……"

That day, his expression froze, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Li Qingshan looked up and saw that under the big locust tree not far away, the mourning ghost took out a handful of paper money and grinned at Li Qingshan.

The person next to him stood up, his eyes glazed over, his expression numb.

Li Qingshan brought a straw hat from inside the house, put it on his head, and then cut off his braid with a wood-chopping knife.

Then, they draped a farmer's coat over him.

Li Qingshan returned to the earthen house, held up an oil lamp, went to the water vat, and slowly untied the black cloth covering his face.

The red spots were still spreading, crossing the bridge of the nose and invading the right side of the face; the black cloth covering the face could barely cover them anymore.

Looking at the red face under the firelight, even Li Qingshan himself felt a chill.

A seven-day killing curse?

It's already the second day. Will I really die in seven days?

He forced himself to calm down. First, he needed to determine what this Seven-Day Killing Curse was.

He touched his cheek; it neither hurt nor itched, and he felt no discomfort in his body.

If it's a disease, how is it transmitted? If it's a curse, how is it cast?

Li Qingshan recalled his encounter with the barbarian prince, admitting that he had indeed touched the prince's body and buried him in the ground.

Could it be that something left a mark on me during this process?

Li Qingshan suddenly thought of a solution and decided to give it a try.

He came to the locust tree and entered the Myriad Demon Locust Tree.

At this moment, the number of green locust coins he held had increased from 9 to 13.

It seems that different people contribute different amounts of money when they are buried in the ground.

A rotting stray dog ​​costs two green locust coins.

Green Locust Coin-1

Rotten Wild Dog +1

After completing the transaction, Li Qingshan immediately went to the automatic monster spawning tank, holding an iron shovel, and waited for the monsters to respawn.

A rotting wild dog slowly crawled out from the bottom of the jar. Before it could even let out a howl, Li Qingshan stabbed it in with an iron shovel.

Before long, Li Qingshan successfully obtained a Blood Red Jade and two Exorcising Copper Coins.

The mourning ghost under the big locust tree had its eyes light up and almost pounced on it with a howl.

Li Qingshan tossed it a copper coin to ward off evil spirits, and it had been doing a pretty good job as a security guard these days.

Li Qingshan returned to the house, took a deep breath, and swallowed the blood-red jade directly.

A surge of heat spread through his body, reaching from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and Li Qingshan felt completely refreshed.

He looked down into the jar and saw that the red spots on his face had not changed at all.

Useless.

Li Qingshan's heart sank to the bottom.

The next morning arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Qingshan Lang, where are you? Look what I brought you!"

Zhou Ergou, looking excited, drove the cart to the door and saw Li Qingshan sitting on the threshold.

Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head, which startled him. Half of Li Qingshan's face had turned almost blood red.

"Aoyama-rou, are you sick?"