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

As dawn approached, the night wind felt like knives scraping against my face.

His horse seemed to sense its master's hesitation, pawing the ground uneasily.

The Red Dog tribesmen gathered behind him, the wind whistling past their blades, and a thick, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Tonight, they have killed many people, fighting their way here.

The smell of blood made them nervous, but it also excited them.

"Leave a few men outside to block the exit." Huyan Chigou raised his knife. "The rest of you, come with me!"

Everyone tightened the reins, and the horses neighed loudly before rearing up and charging forward without hesitation.

The village was empty and devoid of anything, except for a captivating fragrance that permeated the air.

Under the old locust tree, a pile of paper money was set ablaze. The ghostly figure craned its neck and let out a long cry.

The smell is heartbreaking, and the sight brings tears to the eyes.

Everyone seemed to recall all the sad things in their lives, and they all became lifeless.

"Mourning ghost!" Huyan Chigou shouted, "Quick, plug your ears!"

The Red Dog tribe lived on the grasslands and often encountered evil spirits, so they knew some of the habits of ghosts.

After their ears were plugged, everyone felt noticeably better. However, this mourning ghost was clearly unusual; its wailing continued to penetrate the barrier and reach everyone's ears, causing widespread panic.

Huyan Chigou ran his sword across his palm, and the blade, stained with blood, immediately emitted a strong, metallic smell.

He drew another arrow from the quiver and dabbed it with the blood from his palm.

He aimed the arrow at the mourning ghost under the big locust tree.

The mourning ghost suddenly raised its head and looked at him with a hairy face.

The barbarians have a blood sacrifice technique, using their own blood as a catalyst to borrow power from somewhere.

Other barbarians followed suit, slashing their palms to stain the iron arrows with blood, and aiming them at the mourning ghosts under the tree.

The mourning ghost suddenly disappeared.

Hidden in the shadows, Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. He could sense that the mourning ghost had escaped.

It stayed on its own initiative, so it can leave when it wants to.

Now, Li Qingshan still holds the yellow gourd in his hand, and the water ghost inside the gourd is his only reliance.

But judging from the menacing appearance of these barbarians, releasing them would probably be pointless.

That leaves only one option.

By this time, the barbarians' torches had already illuminated the surrounding area.

Someone rushed into the house and then rushed out again; apart from the grain, nothing was found inside.

"He must still be here. Search him, find him for me."

At this moment, Huyan Chigou's fear lessened considerably.

Once the firelight illuminated the surroundings, fear had nowhere to hide.

"There's so much food here!"

"This sword is so sharp." Someone rushed into the shack.

"Huh, what's this?"

Everyone saw a large iron cage standing in the center of the sky, like some kind of performance art.

Whatever it is, this kind of neatness always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Come on, let's knock it down together."

"If we dismantle them and transport them back, we can exchange them for quite a few iron pots."

A group of barbarians became interested and began to tinker with the iron cage in the middle of the field.

Huyan Chigou, on the other hand, rode his horse back and forth, searching.

He believed that the person had not run away, but must be hiding somewhere.

But where could he be hiding?

He instinctively went to the big locust tree and looked up at it.

On a branch of the old locust tree, a dark figure was holding something and looking at him.

Boom!

A loud bang came from behind.

The iron cage was finally toppled, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

Huyan Chigou noticed that the dark figure on the locust tree suddenly grinned.

"Oh no, watch out!"

Although, he didn't know what he should be careful about.

Li Qingshan pressed one hand on the locust tree; at this moment, he had already accumulated over two hundred locust coins.

Exchange them all for rotten wild dogs.

rustle.

rustle.

The barbarians on the ground were celebrating when suddenly a strange sound rang in their ears.

The sound was unsettling, and everyone looked around, finally focusing on the open space that had just been encased in iron.

Like eggs laid on a vast land, stray dogs emerged one after another.

The moment they emerged, they pounced on the people around them.

Ah!

This scene shocked the barbarians; their limited knowledge prevented them from explaining what had happened.

The unknown always evokes fear.

Rotting wild dogs roamed around, gnawing at anyone they caught and biting anyone they encountered, accompanied by a cacophony of barking.

The group blocking the entrance had no idea what was happening in the village, but the overwhelming barking of dogs was unsettling.

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

"The chieftain ordered us to guard this place."

"We must listen to the chieftain."

At this moment, Li Qingshan had already gone through the small door and circled around to the front door.

Facing the barbarians guarding the gate, he uncorked the bottle and released the water ghost.

Water Ghost Adie staggered forward, spraying water arrows as she went, until she had lost a lot of weight and finished off the barbarian at the door.

Li Qingshan walked over with his black iron gun and closed the door from the outside.

All that could be heard from the village was the sound of people crying for their parents.

Li Qingshan guarded the gate to prevent anyone from escaping.

The sky gradually brightened.

The sounds in the village finally subsided.

Only then did Li Qingshan slowly push open the wooden door and see that the village was covered in blood, and some rotting wild dogs were lying on the ground, gnawing on the corpses.

Upon smelling Li Qingshan's scent, they immediately raised their heads and pounced towards him.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

From a distance, they opened their mouths and barked wildly at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan clearly remembers that these stray dogs had a distance limit.

If the barbarians hadn't been so panicked, they would have been able to discover this, and the casualties wouldn't have been so heavy.

Most of them now die from the mauling of wild dogs, and for the few who barely survive, Li Qingshan shoots them.

More than two hundred barbarians were almost completely wiped out, and only a dozen or so rotting wild dogs remained, which gives you an idea of ​​how fierce the battle was last night.

Whether alive or dead, they are all important resources and can be thrown into fertile fields to fertilize them.

However, I don't have time to do that right now.

Whoosh!

An arrow pierced the air and shot towards Li Qingshan. Just as it was about to reach Li Qingshan, it suddenly fell limply and landed right at Li Qingshan's feet.

Li Qingshan looked up and saw a barbarian lying on a haystack, one of his hands torn apart by wild dogs, yet he stubbornly drew his bow and aimed at him.

Huh?

Li Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up. Judging from the barbarian's attire, he might be a member of the management team. Perhaps he could get some useful information from him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Huyan Chigou, the chieftain of the Chigou tribe. Fei Nima, I will not surrender."

"It's actually a clan leader!" Li Qingshan nodded in satisfaction, grabbed a hemp rope to tie him up, and hung him directly on the rack used for bleeding wild beasts.

Li Qingshan stood in front of him and took out the Blood Spirit Stone from his pocket. It was even redder than it had been the night before.

It turns out that it's not just the blood of southerners that can dye it red.