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

"what!"

A scream rang out in the darkness as a rotting wild dog pounced on Wang Chuanwu, tearing his neck apart.

Wang Chuanwu trembled as he backed away, trying to muster the courage to rush forward, but his legs were shaking.

The wild dog tore open Wang Chuanwu's neck, and Wang Chuanwu's head tilted to the side, his eyes wide open as he stared at Wang Chuanwen.

"what!"

Wang Chuanwen's head was about to explode. He turned around and rushed into the darkness.

The rotting wild dog suddenly darted out and chased after Wang Chuanwen.

After chasing for a distance, it slowly turned back and returned to the ominous field.

call.

The stray dog, panting heavily, turned its head and stared at the large locust tree at the edge of the field.

Li Qingshan hid behind the big locust tree and slowly peeked out.

"roar!"

The stray dog ​​spotted him immediately and pounced on him.

Li Qingshan was immediately jolted awake and turned to run. After running a distance, he heard no sound coming from behind him. He looked back and saw that the stray dog ​​had stopped at the edge of the dangerous field.

Huh!

Li Qingshan instantly understood that the stray dog ​​had a limited range.

In that case, don't blame yourself for killing you by using the distance.

He began collecting stones from the surrounding area and throwing them forcefully at the rotting wild dogs.

The rotting wild dog howled angrily to the sky, but it could not get close to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan knew that with his speed and strength, he was no match for the wild dog, so he chose the safest way to fight: slowly throwing stones at the wild dog.

Wang Chuanwen ran all the way back to the Wang family's shack, and collapsed onto the bed as if he were having a fit of hysteria.

"Chuanwen, what's wrong with you? Where's Chuanwu?" Wang Dalong caught him and found that he was soaked in cold sweat.

"Dead, dead," Wang Chuanwen stammered.

"How could he be dead!" Wang Dalong was shocked and his eyes widened suddenly.

Wang Chuanwen saw the image of wild dogs tearing at Wang Chuanwu's neck again, and he shuddered and fainted.

"Send a message!" Wang Dabao was startled and suddenly hugged his son.

……

The sky gradually brightened.

As the sun rose above the horizon, Li Qingshan threw out the last stone in his hand.

With a thud, the stone struck the wild dog squarely on the head.

The stray dog ​​howled and collapsed completely, never to rise again.

Li Qingshan, carrying a rusty axe in his right hand and a newly acquired sharp sickle in his left, boldly approached.

After getting close to the stray dog, he started smashing it on the head repeatedly.

After the wild dog's head was completely smashed by the axe, Li Qingshan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

I almost died yesterday. I spent the whole night throwing stones and I was exhausted.

After a while, Li Qingshan slowly stood up, pondering how to deal with the corpse in the murder field.

It's summer now, so the bodies decompose quite quickly.

Li Qingshan didn't want to attract any serious illness.

He went over to take a look and was suddenly startled.

The body was slowly disappearing.

The flesh and blood rotted slowly, as if sprinkled with a corpse-dissolving solution, seeping into the soil. The clothes remained intact, though soaking wet. Most of the head was still intact, its dead fish eyes staring at the sky.

The ground beneath him turned even redder.

Li Qingshan was suddenly jolted awake, and an idea popped into his head:

This dangerous field is alive.

It swallowed the corpse.

Li Qingshan was so frightened that he quickly left the dangerous field and hid under the big locust tree.

In just a short while, most of the head had almost disappeared, and all that remained in the field was a piece of clothing soaked in blood.

He stood at the edge of the ominous field, his mind racing, wondering if the ominous field he was seeing was level one.

Could the way to upgrade be by constantly devouring flesh and blood?

This sent chills down Li Qingshan's spine.

This ominous field is really something wrong.

For safety's sake, I should leave here immediately.

But where else can I go?

Li Qingshan turned his head and looked at the vast wilderness. The world was so big, yet there was nowhere for him to find refuge.

If he stayed in this cursed field, he might still have a sliver of a chance to defy fate. But if he left, the two farmers would be the ones to kill him.

After a while, he calmed down and went back into the field.

After all, no matter how terrible the evil field is, it can't be more terrible than this world.

By this time, the corpse had been almost completely digested by Xiong Tian, ​​leaving Li Qingshan with nothing but a pool of wet, bloody soil.

And the stray dog's corpse seemed to be slowly being digested by the fierce field.

Li Qingshan poked at it with a wooden stick, and with a clang, a copper coin fell out.

Ok?

Li Qingshan continued searching with questions in mind, and then, a piece of meat fell out from the heart of the wild dog.

It is about the size of a walnut, reddish all over, and its material is like stone.

Li Qingshan held it in his hand and squeezed it, and a string of information immediately flashed through his mind.

Blood Red Jade: It is formed from the body of evil spirits accumulated over the years. Taking it can strengthen muscles and bones, increase qi and blood, and heal wounds from weapons.

……

Early in the morning, Tuesday Dog set up his stall near the village office as usual.

Although the pioneers here are all refugees, there are bound to be a few who are like tigers fallen into the plains or dragons swimming in shallow waters. If they can make a fortune, they won't have to worry about the rest of their lives.

Of course, you might never encounter such a business opportunity in your entire life.

As a local resident, Zhou Ergou is well-informed and often knows things that others don't.

He was idling behind the stall when his eyes suddenly lit up as he noticed several new faces nearby.

The group consisted of three people, two men and one woman, all leading horses. They were dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and on their feet were sturdy boots instead of straw sandals.

These are definitely not refugees. What would such upper-class people do in this godforsaken place?

He kept his eyes half-closed, but he was secretly listening to their conversation.

The young man, who looked like a playboy, said, "I heard that there are evil spirits around here. We've been here for almost half a month, and we still haven't encountered anything."

The woman laughed and said, "Isn't it a good thing that we haven't encountered any evil spirits and the world is peaceful and prosperous?"

The young man chuckled sheepishly, "I was just thinking of exchanging some money for a few life-saving coins so I could buy you some good weapons, Miss."

As he spoke, he reached into his purse, and with a flick of his wrist, a copper coin the size of a teacup vanished in a flash.

Zhou Ergou's eyes lit up immediately, because he recognized the copper coin; it was the same one that had appeared in the hands of the farmer who had cleared the land yesterday.

He had an urge to pounce on them immediately and interrupt their conversation.

But his years of experience allowed him to restrain this impulse.

Something that even such important people care about must be worth a fortune.

However, getting on the good side of these influential people isn't always a good thing.

In their eyes, they are not even human.

Only after the three men slowly walked away did he dare to raise his head, pondering how he could encounter the land clearing farmer from yesterday again and earn a few coins to save his life.