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

After dark, Li Qingshan carried two sacks out of the woods.

He looked around; night had fallen, and there was no one in sight.

Today's harvest was good; taking advantage of the terrain, he lured and killed five barbarians.

If they can't be transported home in one trip, they have to be split into two batches.

As he carried the sack on his back, he couldn't help but think that if only he had a car, he could save a lot of effort.

But he also knew that pushing a cart would attract too much attention.

It's safer to be alone. After all, farmers have plenty of strength, so there's no need to hold back.

"Hey, you there, what's in that sack?" Two barbarians suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead, pointing at Li Qingshan and shouting.

Li Qingshan instinctively wanted to back away, but then he thought, "I don't even have many days left to live, what am I afraid of?"

He steeled himself and walked over, saying, "I'm carrying a wild boar."

The barbarian frowned: "You think you can walk with two pigs on your shoulders?"

Another barbarian noticed water dripping from the bottom of the sack and shouted, "This man is suspicious! Grab him!"

Li Qingshan hadn't expected these two barbarians to be so vigilant; they had seen through his casual remark.

He had originally planned to get close enough to take advantage of their inattention and give them a good thrashing.

Seeing that his plan had failed, Li Qingshan picked up the sack and ran, dashing into the darkness.

Two barbarians gave chase.

In fact, Li Qingshan's constant hunting of barbarians had already alerted them.

However, they never expected that the culprit behind the continuous loss of members in the team was a farmer wearing a straw hat.

Whoosh!

A short arrow shot from behind, hitting the sack on Li Qingshan's back.

Li Qingshan secretly felt lucky; if he had just dropped the sack, he would be the one hit by the arrow right now.

Unintentionally, the burlap sack behind him became a shield.

Whoosh!

Another arrow struck Li Qingshan squarely in the shoulder in the darkness.

Li Qingshan felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and almost fell to the ground.

"He hit him! He hit him!"

The barbarians shouted from behind, saying that they no longer needed to rush. They could simply wait for Li Qingshan to bleed out, and he would naturally not be able to run far.

Li Qingshan stuffed a blood-red jade into his mouth, and taking advantage of the heat in his stomach, he suddenly pulled the arrow out of his shoulder, bringing out a piece of red flesh.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the heat replenishment, Li Qingshan's speed actually increased a bit.

He didn't turn back, pondering a way to escape.

It's probably too late to lure them to the deserted village now.

Li Qingshan had an idea. He simply lured them to the wasteland and used the mourning ghost to kill them.

However, the mourning ghosts usually appear at midnight, sometimes earlier and sometimes later.

If I lead the barbarians to the deserted village and the mourning ghosts haven't appeared yet, wouldn't I be exposing my lair?

The thought that he was about to die emboldened Li Qingshan.

At worst, we can lead them on a long detour until the mourning ghost appears.

As night fell, Li Qingshan grew bolder and carried the sack with incredible speed.

The barbarians following behind him were puzzled. Why did Li Qingshan's speed not decrease after being shot by an arrow? On the contrary, he seemed to run with more energy.

"Go and intercept him, don't let him escape."

Li Qingshan ran wildly, head down, unable to discern any direction, when suddenly he heard a sharp shout from ahead: "Where do you think you're going!"

Two barbarians were guarding the wilderness ahead.

Li Qingshan quickly changed direction and looked up to see two more barbarians blocking his path:

"Where do you think you're going!"

One of the barbarians, riding a horse, charged towards them in the darkness.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Qingshan could no longer go around in circles, otherwise he might lose himself.

He had already turned and was heading towards the direction of the wicked field.

Five or six barbarians followed behind him, like they were chasing wild beasts, constantly closing the distance between them and Li Qingshan.

"Don't let him get away."

"Capture them alive."

Li Qingshan popped another blood-red jade into his mouth to replenish his strength, and in one breath he darted out. When he looked up again, he could already see his earthen house.

He darted out in one stride, and when he saw the big locust tree again, everything suddenly went black.

The mourning ghost did not appear.

Deduct wages, you absolutely must deduct wages.

You were late at the crucial moment.

The barbarians behind them had already caught up.

With a fierce determination, Li Qingshan pushed over the monster-spawning tank in the fierce field.

He hid behind the big locust tree and saw a group of barbarians pouring into the area.

At this moment, they slowed their pace and looked around warily.

First, they found the sack that Li Qingshan had left on the ground. When they opened it, two familiar heads were visible inside.

"Malie River!"

"Wuligu!"

These are their partners, the bravest warriors in the tribe.

Now he's stuffed in a sack, barely clinging to life.

"search!"

"Find out the one wearing the straw hat!"

Seeing them gathered together, Li Qingshan pressed his hand on the big locust tree and used up his last locust coin.

The sudden rustling sound caught the barbarian's attention.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a stray dog, emitting a foul stench, slowly crawling out from the overturned water vat in the middle of the field.

Ah!

Even the warriors on the grasslands were taken aback.

The rotting wild dog immediately darted out, baring its canine teeth, and pounced on one of the barbarians.

The barbarians reacted quickly, creating distance. Some raised their knives, others their bows. Although they were caught off guard, after one of them was wounded, they also managed to shoot the rotting wild dog with an arrow.

After some effort, the rotting wild dog, riddled with arrows, collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

Everyone wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

Thankfully, it was a close call.

However, this kind of thing is not uncommon when living on the grasslands.

"Be careful, something's not right here."

No sooner had I finished speaking than I heard sobbing.

The group instinctively turned their heads and saw a figure standing under the big locust tree, pulling out a handful of paper money and sobbing.

Before they could even struggle, the light in their eyes slowly faded.

Li Qingshan emerged from behind the large locust tree, first smashing the dying, rotting wild dog on the ground to death, and then collecting a ghost-repelling copper coin and a piece of blood-red jade.

First, they buried the two sacks they had carried back in the field, and then the barbarians, whose souls had been moved by the mourning ghosts, were made long-term laborers.

Tomorrow I'll go hunt some more barbarians and bring back the ones I left outside.

Thankfully, I had saved up a green locust coin and managed to survive for a while using the rotting wild dog; otherwise, today would have been dangerous.

For a farmer, saving is a habit ingrained in their genes.

……

Inside the high priest's tent in the Red Bone Tribe.

Ulemon sat in the tent, his face ashen.

For several days in a row, several groups of clansmen sent out have not returned.

They are the most elite warriors in the tribe, not only the backbone of the tribe, but also the pillars of their families.

Now their wives and children cry all day long, which is a great annoyance to Ulemon.

Most importantly, they currently have no intelligence and do not know who did it.

"Grandma, should we ask the Lord of Red Bones?" Ulemon asked tentatively.

The high priest shook his head: "The Lord of Red Bones needs rest; let us not disturb Him."

Ulemon fell silent. Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent. His eldest son, Bald Salt, ran into the tent and whispered, "Father, there's news of the Yellow Springs Peddler."