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

"It's burnt, it's burnt."

A gust of wind blew by, and a flame leaped up from the campfire on the ground, licking the charred surface of the roasted chicken and emitting a burnt smell.

Li Qingshan quickly moved the roast chicken away, blew on the burnt parts, and found that Shen Ying was still glaring at him angrily.

"Um... do you want some?"

Shen Ying took a deep breath, her chest puffing out: "I won't eat!"

Still furious, she glared at Li Qingshan and said, "I don't need you. I can hunt on my own and compete with the barbarians. You can eat chicken here by yourself!"

A shovel was planted heavily in the ground. Shen Ying tightened the short bow and arrow quiver around her body and turned to walk towards the vast land.

Qian Damu glanced at Li Qingshan, then turned and followed behind Shen Ying.

Li Qingshan breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally, we're rid of them.

Being constantly watched can be quite uncomfortable for someone used to being alone.

As for the bet between the Great Yan and the barbarians, although he wanted to help the Great Yan, he didn't have any immortal flesh with him, and it was clearly too late to rush back now.

Enough, enough.

What do national and familial affairs have to do with a mere farmer like myself?

Li Qingshan had made up his mind that after the autumn hunting festival ended tomorrow, he would find a way to return to Xiongtian.

……

As dusk falls and night descends.

Shen Ying stopped and turned around, seeing Qian Damu following behind her.

"You don't like him either, do you? Actually, I've wanted to leave for a long time."

Qian Damu pursed his lips twice and said, "Miss, the general sent me to protect you."

"Ah, what, Miss!" Shen Ying's mouth dropped open. After a long pause, she cautiously asked, "You know about it too?"

Qian Damu remained silent.

"I wonder if that person saw through it. He's just a mortal; he might not be able to see through it." Shen Ying was very confident in her disguise.

"Miss, actually, I have also come to the grasslands to spy on the barbarian tribes. This barbarian land is teeming with evil spirits. In that operation, of my seven companions, only three, including myself, returned alive." Qian Damu looked at the grasslands that were gradually being covered by night. "But this time, we camped on the grasslands for three days, but we didn't encounter a single ghost."

"We were probably just lucky." Shen Ying paused, then suddenly realized something: "You mean... he led the way for us, allowing us to avoid the ghosts!"

Suddenly, a soft grinding sound came from afar.

Shen Ying shuddered involuntarily; the once tranquil night on the grassland suddenly became restless.

Beside the campfire where Shen Ying had left, Li Qingshan sat with his arms crossed, leaning against a tree trunk, dozing off with his eyes closed.

He dared not sleep too soundly, for anything could happen on the grassland in the dead of night.

"Aoyamaro, Aoyamaro..."

While Li Qingshan was half asleep and half awake, he subconsciously heard someone calling his name.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and apart from the dying campfire in front of him, everything around him was pitch black.

Did I mishear?

"Aoyamaro..."

The voice appeared just as Li Qingshan closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes wide and stared into the darkness before him, whereupon a dark figure slowly emerged.

Li Qingshan looked at his beard and eyebrows, and asked in bewilderment, "Zhou Ergou?"

"Qingshan Lang, I've finally found you! You scared me to death!" Zhou Ergou was holding a clay pot in his arms and was almost crying.

"What do you want from me?" Li Qingshan asked curiously.

"I asked you to bring this to you because of the human head in your house." Zhou Ergou handed over the earthenware pot he was carrying, and then said, "Why is there a human head growing in your pot? I was terrified when I first saw it."

Li Qingshan: "..."

He hadn't expected that Zhou Ergou would be so brave, and that he hadn't been scared to death.

When Zhou Ergou recalled that day, he heard a voice under the black cloth. He mustered up his courage and lifted the cloth. When he saw the emaciated human head in the basin, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

Fortunately, strange things have been happening frequently lately, so he wasn't completely unprepared.

Then, the person in the basin told him to seal the red meat in the vat with a jar and send it to Li Qingshan.

He briefly recounted what had happened to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan asked, puzzled, "Why did he ask you to bring me the meat?"

Tuesday Dog looked around and said in a low voice, "Because it bites people."

"Um?"

Li Qingshan frowned and reached out to take the jar that Zhou Ergou handed him.

Suddenly, the once calm earthenware pot began to shake violently, as if it were about to leap up and bite someone at any moment.

"Here we go again!" Zhou Ergou shouted. "Did you see that? That's how it's guided me all this way. Qingshan Lang, the meat in the jar seems to know where you are."

Um?

Li Qingshan, looking puzzled, lifted the lid of the earthenware pot and peered inside.

The earthenware pot was filled with water and made a tinkling sound when gently shaken. A piece of red meat sank to the bottom of the pot, as if it were fast asleep. The pot, which had been shaking violently, gradually calmed down.

"You've come at the perfect time; I had already given up."

Li Qingshan reached into the jar, trying to pull out the immortal flesh.

Roar!

The red meat suddenly jumped up, revealing a huge mouth full of teeth, and tried to bite Li Qingshan's hand.

Bang.

The earthenware pot fell to the ground, the water inside spilled out, and a piece of red meat blocked the mouth of the pot.

The red meat has no eyes or nose, only a large mouth that makes a "roaring" sound.

Li Qingshan was still in shock. In that instant, he thought he saw a striped tiger pounce on him.

After a moment of stunned silence, Li Qingshan slowly nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhou Ergou, who hadn't spoken until now, tentatively asked, "Qingshanlang, what do you understand?"

Li Qingshan shook his head, staring at the red meat on the ground.

The soul of the tiger demon.

He killed the ferocious tiger that was about to transform into a demon, thus ending its cultivation. The tiger's spirit did not perish and followed him back to the earthen house, attaching itself to the immortal flesh that had a body but no soul, causing the immortal flesh to grow a mouth.

Old Zhang only has one head and can't move it. Fearing that he might be accidentally hurt by the long-beaked meat, he asked Zhou Ergou to bring the meat over so he could handle it.

The reason it was able to find itself so accurately on the vast grassland must be that it left a mark on itself.

Hehe.

Although the Immortal Flesh Tiger Soul only has one mouth, its killing intent remains undiminished. However, its mobility is too weak, and it can only wriggle incessantly.

On Tuesday, the dog asked, "Qingshan Lang, what should we do with it now?"

Li Qingshan smiled, drew his military straight sword, picked up the red meat, and threw it into the fire.

Under the scorching heat of the embers, the red meat slowly turned black, and the huge mouth twisted and deformed, emitting roars, followed by wisps of aroma.

On Tuesday, the dog sniffed, as if a hundred thousand cravings in its stomach had been awakened.

"Aoyama-rou, are you planning to grill it?"

"This is not something you can eat." Li Qingshan thought of the tiger whose life had been drained by the red meat, and now the tiger's soul was attached to the red meat.

Perhaps this piece of red meat has some connection with tigers.

Li Qingshan picked up a piece of red meat, cut it in two, kept one piece for himself, and put the other piece back into the earthenware jar, sealing it with water.

"Take this piece back with you. The grasslands are not peaceful right now. I'll keep the other piece. Since you've already brought it, I happen to have a use for it."