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

Li Qingshan quickened his pace, and the rustling sound behind him also increased.

Like a shadow following you.

Although he didn't know who was following him, Li Qingshan was certain that they had come from Gouzuizi Forest.

Despite his speed and stamina, he was unable to shake off his opponent.

He's a tough nut to crack.

But I'm about to die, why would I be afraid of you?

Li Qingshan, in a fit of rage, turned onto a side road.

He had walked this road many times and knew it by heart.

You could say that you could walk perfectly even with your eyes closed.

The rustling sound behind him grew closer and closer; the dark figure was almost catching up.

Ahead, a desolate village, burned to ruins, appeared, with a faint smell of blood in the air.

The shadowy figure behind them slowed down, cautiously looking around before cautiously groping forward.

A narrow passageway appeared ahead, sloping upwards.

"Go to hell!"

A roar suddenly echoed through the darkness, followed by a rumbling sound. Looking up, one could see a stone roller rolling down at full speed.

"this……"

Before the shadowy figure could react, the stone roller rolled heavily over him, unleashing a bloodcurdling scream.

This is where Li Qingshan set up a manual barbarian-hunting machine. Taking advantage of the terrain, he was unaware that he had already hunted down quite a few barbarians, but tonight it has come in handy again.

Li Qingshan broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his clothes. He took off his straw hat and ripped off the black cloth covering his face before he could see who the dark figure was.

The dark figure, crushed by the stone roller, lay on the ground with its eyes closed, its face ashen and covered with three gray tufts of beard.

It was that fortune teller.

"So it was you."

Li Qingshan saw that from his chest down, he had been crushed into a meat patty by the stone mill, and his whole body was no longer breathing, only his head remained intact.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

Li Qingshan sighed, leaned against the wall, half-lying down and half-sitting, feeling that he had very little strength left in his body.

He's probably going to die.

The peddler from the underworld, whom he had longed for, could not save his life. He could not escape the seven-day curse of certain death. He had originally intended to return to the cursed field to die, but it seemed too late.

I wonder if Zhou Ergou will ever collect his own corpse.

This became his last wish before he died.

He glanced at the fortune teller beside him again, and thought, "Fine, fine, it seems we're going to die together."

The fortune teller, whose face was ashen, suddenly opened his eyes, his gray eyes staring at Li Qingshan, and said, "I'm not dead yet."

"you……"

Li Qingshan almost jumped up on the spot, stammering as he pointed at the fortune teller's body, which had been crushed into a meat patty.

"I have my own ways of protecting myself while traveling the world, but I need you to save me," the fortune teller said. "If you don't save me, I'm really going to die soon."

Li Qingshan nearly fainted from fright, but slowly calmed down and looked at the fortune teller on the ground, saying, "Why should I save you?"

"Don't you want to live?" The fortune teller suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're about to die too. I can save your life."

Li Qingshan shook his head: "I've been struck by a deadly spell; you can't save me."

The fortune teller grinned, blood trickling from his mouth. "The barbarian's seven-day killing curse isn't really a sure-kill technique. In reality, you've been poisoned, not cursed."

Li Qingshan felt a jolt on the back of his neck, and his hair almost stood on end.

My life can still be saved.

……

"Robbery! Robbery!"

Dog Mouth Forest and Red-Haired Dog jumped to their feet, gripping their knives frantically, still shaken.

"Boss, boss..."

Wang Dahu stopped him, "Everyone's gone, only we're left."

"Everyone's gone." The red-haired dog scratched his head, still somewhat confused.

The white mist suddenly swept in, and within it, he saw all sorts of unbelievable things, which frightened him so much that he fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, it was now.

"Boss, look what we found!"

Four or five henchmen dragged in a black knife that looked extremely heavy. Wang Dahu was also carrying a box next to him.

"What's in here?"

"I don't know, I can't read," Wang Dahu said.

"It should be useful. Let's see if we can exchange it for some silver." The red-haired dog glanced around and, seeing that no one had been lost, slowly calmed down. "Alright, let's also find out where there are any wealthy people. Let's rob them out of our money."

……

In the narrow alley, Li Qingshan lifted his shirt, revealing that the red spot on his navel was slowly closing up.

He suddenly realized that the fortune teller was probably able to recognize him in the woods because he recognized the red spots on his body.

You can fool others, but you can't fool the experts.

"How can we save him?" Li Qingshan asked.

"In my satchel, there is a red pill. Take it first, and it will keep you alive today."

Li Qingshan carefully opened the fortune teller's pouch, rummaged through it, and said to the fortune teller, "It's soaked in blood, all red."

fortune teller:"……"

Li Qingshan took out the items one by one and showed them to the fortune teller for identification.

Only after the fortune teller nodded did Li Qingshan take the pill, remove the wax seal, and a medicinal fragrance wafted out.

"Are you lying to me?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Do you still have a choice?" the fortune teller asked. "Hurry up, I'm almost done."

Li Qingshan thought that made sense, so he tilted his head back and swallowed the pill.

Looking down, he saw that the red spots had completely covered his body, but he had not turned into blood and died.

"This 'Three-Hour, Three-Quarters Pill' can only temporarily keep you alive. To break the curse on you, we'll need to devise a more detailed plan," the fortune teller said. "Now, do you need to save me first?"

"How can I save you?" Li Qingshan grinned, looking at the fortune teller whose chest and below were flattened like meat patties. "Is there any hope for you?"

"I am a disciple of the Three Corpses Sect. As long as I have a breath left, I will not die," the fortune teller said. "Cut off my head first, and cover the wound with mud. That will keep me alive for the time being."

Li Qingshan took out a sharp sickle and brandished it against the fortune teller's neck: "Hurry up, be quick."

Li Qingshan pressed down hard, and blood immediately spurted out.

"Quickly... cover it with mud," the fortune teller said weakly.

This was also Li Qingshan's first time doing something like this, so he was inevitably a bit flustered. Mud? Mixing mud requires water, but where am I supposed to find water for you right now?

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

……

When the fortune teller opened his eyes again, he found that his head was tied to Li Qingshan's waist, and the scenery on both sides was rushing past him.

"What does it smell like?" The fortune teller sniffed, then his eyes widened immediately. "What did you use to mix this mud? Quick, answer me!"

"It's blood. What did you think it was?"

The fortune teller's head slumped with relief: "That's good, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"you guess?"

fortune teller:"……"