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

Big locust tree slope.

Li Qingshan reached the bottom of the pig pit and collected the digested pig manure into a basket. A black pig lay among a pile of ironware, crunching and chewing on a scrap iron pot.

The Meng and Qi families each sent another cartload of iron, and for a while, the iron-eating pigs couldn't digest it all.

Li Qingshan carried a basket to the shack and poured pig manure next to the stove.

I'm almost ready to build a mob spawner myself.

As for the grain sent by the three families, Li Qingshan dared not use it; he couldn't allow them to use the same tactics against him.

Li Qingshan planned to feed the pigs with the grain they delivered. After all, pigs aren't afraid of poison, and their manure could be used to fertilize the fields.

The excrement was thrown into the furnace, and as the flames burned, it slowly turned red.

Li Qingshan used pliers to take it out and placed it on an anvil to pound it.

Ding ding ding.

The sound of hammering carried far and wide.

Just then, a horse-drawn carriage arrived at Locust Tree Slope.

Qian Damu jumped out of the car and slowly walked up to Li Qingshan. His face remained expressionless as he said in a hoarse voice, "The young lady requests your presence."

Ding ding.

The heavy hammer fell on the red-hot iron blank. Li Qingshan tapped it twice more before putting it down and saying, "I don't know any young lady."

Qian Damu was silent for a while, then finally managed to say, "You should go."

Ding ding ding.

The only response he received was the sound of Li Qingshan continuously striking the iron blank.

Qian Damu turned and left, driving his carriage all the way back to Qingniu Pass.

This is a secluded house that looks unremarkable from the outside, but the interior furnishings are extremely exquisite.

Silk from Jiangnan, face powder from the South China Sea, rouge from the East China Sea, exquisite and gorgeous porcelain... even wealthy families in the North may not have seen such exquisite items.

Shen Ying was dressed in women's clothing, without any makeup, yet her skin was flawless and her body exuded a delicate fragrance.

If others saw this, they would be astonished. Shen Ying, who always preferred to dress as a man, was actually so beautiful.

The sound of Qian Damu's footsteps could be heard outside, and Shen Ying carefully clenched her fists.

"Miss Qi, he didn't come."

"What?" Shen Ying exclaimed in surprise, her clenched fist relaxing. "Didn't you tell him?"

"I told him, and he said he didn't know any young lady."

"and then?"

"And then, I came back."

"Uh..." Shen Ying fell silent.

……

Tianjia Goods Storehouse.

Tian Wuwang met the expert that Manager Fang had hired at great expense.

The other person was unusually tall, yet extremely thin, like a skinny bamboo pole. There was a patch of rubbish plaster on his temple, and two exaggerated mustaches below his nose.

"Immortal Liu, this time we are all indebted to you. That man is incredibly strong, and there are some evil things on Locust Tree Slope. Last time, more than a dozen of us went there, and none of us came back alive."

Liu Shenxian stroked his mustache: "Even if you have some brute strength, you can't touch me at all. As for evil things, who doesn't have a little bit of them?"

By this time, the red spots on Tian Wuwang's body had healed considerably and were no longer as frightening as they had been at the beginning.

He winked at Manager Fang, who understood immediately and said, "My family is still worried that things might go wrong, so just in case, we would like to ask Immortal Liu to show his skills."

Immortal Liu shook his head dismissively, took the wine gourd from his waist, and gently uncorked it.

Immediately, a series of ghostly wails and howls rang out, and from the gourd, it seemed that waves of cold, yin energy were surging out.

Manager Fang and Tian Wuwang immediately felt a chill run down their spines.

"The vengeful spirit in this gourd has been raised by me for many years. It was passed down from my ancestor, generation after generation. It is like a good teacher and helpful friend, accompanying me to slay demons and monsters."

Shopkeeper Fang and Tian Wuwang exchanged a glance and nodded to each other.

Tian Wuwang cupped his hands in thanks: "I'm grateful for everything, Immortal."

……

The night grew deeper.

Darkness enveloped the Big Locust Tree Slope, with not a single ray of light penetrating through.

At that moment, a tall, thin figure appeared at the bottom of the slope.

Immortal Liu held a magic gourd in his hand, and a carriage was parked beside him. Tian Wuwang and Manager Fang had just gotten off the carriage.

Shopkeeper Fang pointed to the slope and said, "That person is in the earthen house on the slope."

Immortal Liu narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, saying, "Indeed, it is eerily yin and ghostly; what a blessed land indeed."

"What kind of blessed land?" Manager Fang asked, puzzled.

"Please wait here for a moment, I will be right back."

Having said that, Immortal Liu lifted his long robe and strode up the slope, displaying an imposing and majestic bearing.

As soon as I arrived at the top of the slope, I saw a row of dark figures standing in the shack, wearing straw hats and large robes.

Liu Shenxian narrowed his eyes and laughed, "What a group of living corpses, and two of them are quite good-looking."

Waaah.

At that moment, cries rang out from under the big locust tree.

The white-haired mourning ghost took out a handful of paper money and began to sob, calling out, "Liu..."

"silent!"

Liu Shenxian bit his tongue until it bled, and his words became law, possessing an irresistible power.

All sounds around disappeared, and the mourning ghost opened its mouth wide, but no sound came out.

At this moment, Liu Shenxian turned his head and looked at the earthen house in front of him.

Inside the earthen house, Old Zhang, who was sitting in a basin, suddenly opened his eyes wide: "There's a master!"

At this moment, Li Qingshan lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), his chest and belly exposed, his chest heaving, but no sound came out.

"Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan..."

Old Zhang shouted several times, but he couldn't even hear himself.

He knew that a silencing order had been issued within a certain area.

If sound is silenced, even if you break all the gongs, there will be no sound.

If one is in perfect health, breaking this technique is not difficult.

However, this is a crucial moment for me to go into seclusion. If I were to forcibly break this technique, it would inevitably affect my ability to change my appearance.

At that moment, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a tall, thin Taoist priest walked in.

Old Zhang immediately closed his eyes. On the kang (a heated brick bed) next to him, Li Qingshan was still snoring, unaware that danger was about to strike.

Immortal Liu's gaze fell on Old Zhang's head, and he gradually frowned, his confusion deepening.

Old Zhang knew he couldn't escape it any longer. Even at the risk of going mad, he had to awaken Li Qingshan, otherwise, none of them would be alright today.

Suddenly, a tiger's roar came from the water tank, completely shattering the tranquility of the room.

Old Zhang's eyes lit up immediately. The tiger is the king of beasts in the mountains, and its roar can ward off evil spirits.

It seems the tiger spirit in the jar sensed the danger and subconsciously made a sound, thus breaking the silencing spell by sheer coincidence.

Li Qingshan, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), sat up abruptly and immediately saw Liu Shenxian at the door.

As soon as Liu Shenxian stepped one foot over the threshold, he immediately retreated to the open space in front of the house.

Li Qingshan darted out in an instant.

"Be careful, this person is hiding a vengeful ghost, like the ghost-raising technique from the Hundred Thousand Mountains," Old Zhang warned.