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

In the firelight, Li Qingshan handed two exorcising copper coins to Jiang Rong'er.

Jiang Rong'er held it in her hand, not believing it was real.

"Would you like to reconsider?" the dark-faced man asked.

"What's there to consider?" Li Qingshan seemed to be saying: Is this even worth considering?

The dark-faced man silently put away his ghost mask, a sense of self-doubt creeping into his heart.

Is this knife really worthless?

Jiang Rong'er handed the box to Li Qingshan and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, sir."

I really got a huge advantage over the other party.

Li Qingshan didn't even bother to take it, making it seem like he didn't care about the contents of the box.

Just then, a series of sharp whistles suddenly rang out from the woods.

Accompanied by a whistle, a group of people carrying lanterns and torches sprang out from the Dog Mouth Forest.

"Don't move! Don't move at all!"

"We are the men of the Red-Faced Dog!"

"Hand over all your valuables."

Li Qingshan and the others were stunned, looking around in surprise.

The firelight illuminated filthy faces, their clothes haphazardly draped over their bodies, and their hands clutching homemade machetes and pitchforks.

Are these... bandits?

Red-faced Dog stepped forward from the crowd. He had suffered a loss last time, but now he had worked hard to raise another force.

Hearing that a large crowd had gathered outside the woods today, they all rushed out in a swarm.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm only after money, I won't kill anyone."

"Hurry up and hand over your valuables, or we'll have to take action!" Wang Dahu shouted sternly. Now, he had joined the group.

The expressions on the faces of the dark-faced man and the others became strange.

He seemed to want to laugh, but he tried his best to control his facial expression, and his cheek muscles twitched slightly.

Just then, a cloud of white mist suddenly surged out from the Dog Mouth Forest, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the people around them.

"The gate to Yin and Yang has been opened!" the white-robed man exclaimed.

"Follow me, don't wander off!" The man in the yellow robe immediately grabbed Jiang Rong'er's arm. "Anything can appear at the boundary between Yin and Yang?"

"What's going on?"

"Where did this white mist come from?"

"Red-faced Dog and Wang Dahu said in a panic."

When Li Qingshan came to his senses, there was no one in sight. The campfire in front of him was slowly extinguished by the white mist, and he could no longer feel any warmth.

His thoughts were exactly like those of the red-faced dog.

What's going on?

Where does the white fog come from?

Li Qingshan, who was regarded by others as a mysterious master, knew nothing about this.

The information that the dog brings to me on Tuesday is really limited.

He pondered the words the man in the yellow robe had spoken before he disappeared, gleaning two key pieces of information:

Don't wander off.

Anything can happen at the boundary between Yin and Yang.

Li Qingshan stood up from the fire, waved his hand, and the white mist was dispersed somewhat, reducing the visible range to about two meters.

It felt as if I was the only person left in the world.

Darkness, and a damp, misty fog.

Li Qingshan took his first step forward.

"Don't wander around" doesn't mean you can't walk.

According to Li Qingshan's analysis, the time when Yin and Yang meet is when the Yellow Springs Peddler appears.

All I have to do is find the Yellow Springs Peddler and complete the transaction.

But what exactly does that peddler from the underworld look like?

Li Qingshan knew nothing about this and could only figure it out slowly.

He carried the suitcase in one hand and clutched the money bag to his chest with the other, tentatively walking forward.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the darkness.

Li Qingshan subconsciously turned around and was suddenly startled. He saw a strange figure that was at least two zhang tall, wearing a tattered burlap sack, with eyes like lanterns, looking down at him.

He managed to calm himself down and wasn't completely terrified.

The enormous, strange shadow didn't make a move; it just grinned foolishly at itself.

Li Qingshan tentatively extended his hand, and the other person also extended their fingers, which were thicker than Li Qingshan's arm.

Their fingers did not touch; they simply missed each other.

Li Qingshan suddenly thought of a possibility.

The boundary between Yin and Yang is not a true boundary between Yin and Yang; it is merely a contact between the two realms at a certain time and in a specific space.

Being able to make contact does not mean being able to travel through time.

Otherwise, once the boundary between Yin and Yang is reached, wouldn't a large number of evil spirits appear in the human world?

They can see each other, but cannot make physical contact, still separated by the barrier between the realms of Yin and Yang.

The only ones who can freely travel between the realms of Yin and Yang are the peddlers who make transactions.

The more Li Qingshan thought about it, the clearer it became, and he felt that his guess was close to the truth.

Although it may not be perfect, it's not far off.

Based on his own guess, that is to say, in the realms of Yin and Yang, the only people he could come into contact with were the Yellow Springs Peddlers with whom he could trade.

With this thought, he grew bolder, ignored the enormous figure beside him, and began searching in the white mist.

The red spots on his body were spreading and were almost closing up on his stomach. He was too brave to do anything about it.

rustle.

Footsteps approached from behind. Li Qingshan turned around and saw the huge gray shadow still following him.

Why are you following me?

Li Qingshan was puzzled. "I'm just an ordinary farmer. Do you really think I'm an expert?"

However, it can't harm itself, so there's no need to worry about it. Finding the Yellow Springs Peddler is the priority.

He had just turned his head when another figure appeared in front of him. Its body was like a bamboo pole, but its head looked like a cricket with two long antennae.

Li Qingshan shook his head, turned in a different direction, and suddenly heard the sound of crickets. He turned his head and saw that the bamboo cricket was following behind him again.

This……

From the white mist ahead, a jar monster appeared, slowly poking its head out and gurgling as it followed behind.

In less than half an hour, Li Qingshan was followed by the gray shadow monster, the jar monster, the cricket monster, the coffin carrier...

Li Qingshan suddenly thought of a possibility, took out a ghost-repelling copper coin from his pocket, and threw it forcefully into the distance.

Swish!

The monsters behind them all chased after them.

Li Qingshan understood immediately; they weren't following him, but were attracted by the stench of money emanating from his arms.

So, is the economy in the underworld really that tight?

"Who threw a stone at me!"

A voice suddenly rang out from within the white mist.

"Hey, it's a ghost-repelling coin." The voice seemed to come from the dark-faced man, who said with a surprised tone, "We're lucky. Could it be that the Underworld Peddler is nearby?"

Upon hearing this voice, Li Qingshan's heart stirred, and he suddenly came up with an idea.

He immediately took off his straw hat and removed the black cloth from his shirt and face.

At this moment, his entire body was red, as if he were on fire.

Even outsiders might not be able to tell whether he is a human or a ghost.

The dark-faced man and Qiu Niang emerged from the darkness, and seeing the many ghostly figures around them, they couldn't help but feel terrified.

Although the living and the dead are separated, evil spirits cannot cross the barrier.

But some sneaky things, even if you see them, can still cause harm.

Suddenly, the two saw a figure in the white mist ahead, bare-chested and burning with lust, clutching a handful of exorcising coins that clinked together.

"A deal?"