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

Before dawn, Li Qingshan returned to Xiongtian, carrying a sack on his shoulder.

He placed the fortune teller's head on the table, and then Li Qingshan noticed that the wound on the fortune teller's neck had healed and scabbed over.

"Now take some soil and plant my head in it, so that I may not see the sun, moon, and stars."

Li Qingshan went outside, shoveled some soil, found a wooden basin, carried it inside, and placed the fortune teller's head upright in it.

His neck was buried about an inch deep in the soil, covered by the earth. The fortune teller closed his eyes, muttered incantations, and after a long while, he finally let out a long breath, his face turning from pale to red.

Li Qingshan stared wide-eyed at the scene; it was too bizarre.

The fortune teller glanced at him and said smugly, "You've seen it all, haven't you? The Three Corpses Sect's three great secret techniques: Reincarnation, Transformation, and Rebirth. What you've seen so far is just the tip of the iceberg."

Li Qingshan was genuinely shocked; he had only just witnessed today that a brain could be implanted.

The fortune teller glanced at the water vat, hoe, and straw hat and rake in the corner of the room, then slowly frowned: "You're a farmer?"

"I came to the north to reclaim wasteland in response to the imperial decree. I am the only one in this area, so you don't need to worry about being seen."

"This... how is this possible?" The fortune teller was somewhat incredulous. He had guessed that Li Qingshan was probably not a master, but he hadn't expected him to be so ordinary.

"What should I do next?" Li Qingshan asked. "Is it just a matter of planting your head in a pot?"

"I'm using a secret technique from the Three Corpses Sect called 'Changing Face and Body.' I'll temporarily seal my life force inside my head, and it will need to grow for eighty-one days until granulation tissue forms. Then, you can find me a new body, and I can return to normal." The fortune teller paused before continuing, "My body needs to be a soulless one. Is that alright with you?"

"No problem."

"Good, you're decisive and ruthless. I was worried you might be too soft-hearted."

Li Qingshan thought to himself that he had many living corpses in his field, and he could use whichever one he wanted.

"Then how do I solve my problem?"

At this moment, Li Qingshan's body was covered with red spots, like a fire god in the world.

However, he was breathing normally and moving freely, and did not die immediately.

"The Seven-Day Killing Curse you are afflicted with is a secret technique of the High Priest of the Red Bone Tribe of the Grasslands. The Red Bone Tribe worships the Lord of Red Bones. You must have come into contact with someone or something before, which is why the High Priest was able to cast the spell remotely and kill you from a distance."

Li Qingshan nodded: "I killed their young master."

"Huh?" The fortune teller's eyes widened. "I never imagined that a farmer like you could kill the young master of the barbarians."

"No one says a farmer can't kill someone, right?" Li Qingshan said.

The fortune teller nodded: "What you say makes sense. It seems that you were poisoned by the curse around that time."

"How should we solve this?"

"The barbarians' understanding of sorcery is utterly insignificant. If you had found me when the curse poison appeared in your left eye, this old Taoist would have done it effortlessly. However, since the curse poison has already spread throughout your body, it will take some effort to slowly dispel it."

"I have given you a Three-Hour-Three-Quarters Pill, granting you three days of life. To detoxify, you need the Three Corpses Sect's secret technique of rebirth to completely cleanse you. You have three days to hunt a tiger, bathe in its blood, and the first layer of poison will be cured."

"Hunting tigers isn't a problem," Li Qingshan said. "But you're not lying to me, are you?"

The fortune teller looked at him leisurely and said, "Young man, don't ask such a stupid question. Even if I were lying to you, would I admit it now? You ask me if I would lie to you, and I will definitely say no."

Li Qingshan was speechless; what the fortune teller said wasn't without reason.

The trust between the two sides is very fragile.

"May I ask your name, sir?" Li Qingshan asked.

"I'm just a wretched old man wandering the world. I've long forgotten my name. If you must have a name for me, just call me Old Zhang."

As he spoke, the fortune teller, who called himself Old Zhang, closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he heard a clinking sound. He opened his eyes impatiently, about to scold Li Qingshan, when he saw Li Qingshan take out a money bag from his pocket and throw the exorcising coins inside into the earthenware jar at the foot of the bed.

"You…" Old Zhang wondered if he was seeing things, "You have so many exorcism coins?"

"Hmm, there are a lot."

"This is more than just a lot. Five copper coins can buy a rare and precious treasure, and ten copper coins can buy a top-grade magic weapon. You have over a hundred copper coins here, which is practically equivalent to the wealth of a mid-level sect," Old Zhang said. "Are you really just a farmer?"

"Isn't this something you get by killing evil spirits?"

"Not every evil spirit can have one. Sometimes you have to kill seven or eight evil spirits and even lose your life to get one," Old Zhang said. "Only those evil spirits deep in the underworld have the chance to carry exorcising coins."

"Where did you come from?" Old Zhang asked, his eyes wide.

"Old Zhang, please don't ask such stupid questions in the future. Even if I could tell you, would it be true?"

Old Zhang: "..."

Old Zhang simply closed his eyes.

But out of curiosity, he saw Li Qingshan take out another brass bell from his pocket.

"Come over here and let me take a look?" Old Zhang said.

Li Qingshan held the bell close to the other person's face, and the other person's eyes revealed a greedy look, as if they wanted to bite Li Qingshan's hand, which frightened Li Qingshan so much that he quickly withdrew it.

"Did I trade this for from the Yellow Springs Peddler?" Li Qingshan asked. "It's said to be able to command ghosts, but I wonder if it can control living corpses?"

"This is a treasure from the Underworld," Old Zhang said. "All magical artifacts come from either the human world or the Underworld. Generally, treasures from the Underworld are more powerful than those from the human world. What you're holding should be the Bell of the Netherworld, which can command ghosts. It's no problem for a mere living corpse."

But its true purpose is to communicate with the underworld and find the weakest connection between the yin and yang realms; treasures are usually hidden in such places.

Li Qingshan hadn't expected that this brass bell would be so useful.

I need to try it myself as soon as possible.

He tossed aside Old Zhang's head, went outside, waved at the zombies in the field, and thought about gathering them in front of him.

Click, click.

The zombies wearing straw hats slowly approached from the ominous field, each with dark circles under their eyes.

"You go cut the grass, you go hoe the ground, you go fetch water..."

Li Qingshan issued instructions to the groups, and the zombies got up one by one and headed away into the distance.

Huh?

Li Qingshan hadn't expected the bell to be so useful. With this bell, he wouldn't have to let the mourning ghost, that middleman, make a profit from the difference anymore.

However, why does my head feel a little dizzy?