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

For dinner, Li Qingshan ate blood tofu.

Pour the blood into an iron pot, add water and salt, simmer over low heat, skim off the foam, then sprinkle with wild chive blossoms and vegetables picked from the fields, and finally cook a large pot full of it.

Li Qingshan carried the blood tofu into the yard, shook the brass bell, and the living corpse in the field put down its farm tools and slowly walked over.

Li Qingshan served each of them a bowl, and they squatted in a row in front of the house, holding their bowls.

Although they can no longer distinguish tastes, they still need to eat, only their appetite is smaller than that of ordinary people. In addition to normal food, they can also absorb yin energy to sustain their lives.

As for Li Qingshan, whether it's the Blood Red Jade, the Yin-Yang Hoe, or the current Rebirth Technique, they all require a lot of food.

Fortunately, I have some food reserves. Once the tobacco leaves are harvested, I can exchange them for grain and get through this winter safely.

Winters in the north are long and unbearable, so you need to make plans early.

Li Qingshan was enjoying the aroma of blood tofu when suddenly a thought struck him as he heard a noise coming from afar.

He picked up the shovel from under the window and crept over quietly.

In the stillness of the night, with only the autumn wind blowing gently, there was no sound around the earthen house.

Did I hear wrong?

However, there are mourning spirits in his own fields, and ghost blood vines planted around the ominous fields, all of which can ward off intruders.

After venturing across the grasslands, Li Qingshan's courage had grown considerably, and he no longer took petty thieves seriously.

After finishing the blood tofu, Li Qingshan returned to the house, lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), opened his eyes, and a string of numbers appeared before him.

Time until next refresh: 4 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes

Here we go again, the countdown to the wicked field has begun.

What kind of monster will spawn in the ominous field next?

……

In the stillness of the night, in the wilderness, Red-faced Dog, carrying a black knife, peered through the gaps in the grass at the distant earthen house.

"Are we really going to make a move? We learned our lesson here last time."

Wang Dahu said, "Boss, I saw it with my own eyes. Another cart of grain was delivered here today. If we rob it, this sum will be enough for us to get through the New Year."

"This place is really eerie." The fear from that night was still deeply buried in Red-Faced Dog's heart.

"Let's plug our ears and charge in, set a fire first, and kill those bastards!" Wang Dahu said cautiously. "Is the boss scared?"

"Scared? Screw him! Come with me and we'll get him."

Red-faced Dog knew that he couldn't show weakness in front of his subordinates, otherwise he would soon be replaced.

"Put your ears full of weeds and follow my hand signals. Once we get up there, set it on fire first," the red-faced dog commanded, not forgetting to make a promise along the way. "There's plenty of grain and meat up there. Once you take it, everyone can eat as much as they want."

Hearing that there was meat to eat, the bandits around couldn't help but swallow hard, pluck the wild grass around them, crumple it into balls, and stuff them into their ears.

Wang Dahu was more cautious and stuffed two more wads into his ears.

"Set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Red-faced Dog sent thirty to fifty bandits rushing toward the dilapidated house in front of the murderous field.

With the earthen house in sight, Wang Dahu took out a tinderbox, and flames shot out when the wind blew on it.

He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the earthen house before him, determined to avenge himself today.

hiss!

Suddenly, a horse's neigh broke the silence of the night. The red-faced dog's eyes lit up. What a magnificent horse! He would gladly die if he could ride it.

Stab it!

Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain, as if his calf had been bitten by a snake. Looking down, he saw a red vine crawling on the ground in the darkness, slowly wriggling and wrapping around his leg.

"What is this thing?!"

The red-faced dog panicked and swung its knife to cut off the red vine. Even after being severed, the vine continued to writhe and thrash.

"Run!"

By this time, he realized that things were not going well, and he had never been very willing to participate in this operation.

Woo woo woo.

Then, a cry rang out, carried far by the night wind. From that cry drifted out names: Rotten Straw Sandals, Liu Half-Bowl, Spoiled Bones…

Even with grass stuffed in their ears, they couldn't stop the ubiquitous crying.

Those with a lowly fate lost consciousness instantly after being called out once.

Red-faced Dog watched this scene in horror; his henchmen, who had been ruthless killers, suddenly froze like wooden puppets.

I need to leave quickly.

He turned and fled into the distance, just as a voice drifted over: Red-faced Dog

"I……"

The red-faced dog still retained some consciousness and struggled to break free.

Red-faced dog, red-faced dog...

"I……"

Gradually, the light in his eyes faded, and the expression on his face slowly became numb.

Wang Dahu swallowed hard, threw the tinderbox at the wooden house, and then turned and ran.

Wang Dahu...

A voice called out.

I!

Wang Dahu tried his best to stay awake and fled into the distance like a headless fly.

I!

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his foot and tripped and fell to the ground. Turning his head, he saw a red vine wrapped around his calf, tearing open wounds.

As he tried to break free, more red vines surged toward him.

I……

His voice was drowned out by piercing screams.

When Li Qingshan rushed out of the house with his iron spear, the battle outside was nearing its end, with only the haystacks next to the house still burning.

Li Qingshan hurriedly used water from the water tank to put out the fire, but the weather was dry and the water was not enough to extinguish the fire.

He immediately changed tactics, using a shovel to dig out a firebreak to prevent the house from catching fire.

As flames roared to life, Li Qingshan's heart was in his throat, fearing that a gust of wind might ignite his house.

In the firelight, more numb living corpses appeared near the earthen house. They held rusty axes, broken machetes, and crude kitchen knives in their hands, but had forgotten their original purpose and just stood there blankly.

Some bandits who strayed into the area of ​​the Ghost Blood Vine became materials for the vine.

Li Qingshan's only loss was a pile of straw.

As dawn broke, the flames gradually died down, and Li Qingshan began to clean up the battlefield.

He rang the bell, gathering the zombies together. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he noticed a zombie carrying a black knife on its shoulder.

This……

Li Qingshan's eyes widened. Wasn't this the Ghost Mask Roar he had lost last time?

After careful examination, he could barely recognize that this person was the same Red-Faced Dog who had robbed them in Dog Mouth Forest last time.

Could it be that he found the Ghost Mask and then specially delivered it to me?

I was quite disappointed when I lost the Oni Mask Roar last time, but I never expected to get it back this time.

I wonder where those salt permits went, and if there's any chance of finding them again.

Li Qingshan checked them over and found that there were now thirty zombies, including the previous ones. He would have to find them a few more straw hats later.

There were still many undigested corpses of the Ghost Blood Vine in the wild. Li Qingshan collected them and put them into the Haunted Field, intending to use them as fertilizer.

Just as he was wielding a shovel to dig a hole, he suddenly thought of something: he already had a farmhand, so why should he do the work himself?

He rang a bell, directing the undead to move forward and dig a pit to bury the bodies.

He himself was too mentally exhausted, so he went back to his room to rest.