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

Holding the Blood Spirit Stone in my hand, it was like a drop of blood, crystal clear and radiating an unusual light.

Huyan Chigou's eyes widened immediately, and he instinctively said, "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

"It seems you recognize this thing, that's great." Li Qingshan put the Blood Spirit Stone away and said, "I have some questions I was just about to ask you."

Huyan Chigou sneered, his arrogance undiminished even though he was hanging upside down: "Don't waste your energy, I won't say anything. There are no cowards among the men of the Chigou tribe."

Li Qingshan shook his head: "I'm just a farmer, I don't know any methods of torturing people. Besides, I don't have much time, so let's start as soon as possible and finish as soon as possible."

"I'll cut a gash in your back, slowly pump air in, and peel off your skin bit by bit. If you're skilled enough, you might survive. I have plenty of prey to practice on, and one of them happens to be quite skilled."

Huyan Chigou was startled; he was also a good hunter and knew how to skin animals.

He knew that Li Qingshan was not lying.

In fact, Huyan Chigou was not as strong as he thought.

He quickly dropped the matter.

The details, including how many people the barbarians sent, their purpose, and how they infiltrated, were all revealed without concealing a single word.

Li Qingshan's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.

……

He pushed open the door and pulled Old Zhang's head, which was covered with a black cloth, out of the stove.

"Do you believe what he said?" Li Qingshan asked.

Old Zhang was hidden in the stove, so he didn't know what had happened last night. But he did hear the whole process of Li Qingshan interrogating Huyan Chigou.

"Hurry up and order me a bag, I'm starving." Old Zhang glared at him. "You already know what's going on, why ask me?"

Li Qingshan trembled as he blew on the tinderbox to light his pipe, saying, "If it's true, it's terrifying."

Suddenly, Li Qingshan felt a jolt in his heart, as if a thin layer of paper had been pierced.

To cultivate one's spirit and soul, one must contemplate terrifying things.

But Li Qingshan never knew what he was afraid of; he wasn't afraid of ghosts or blood.

Sometimes, it's not that we're not afraid, but rather that a huge preconceived fear makes other monsters and demons seem insignificant in comparison.

"I have to go out and see what terrifies me," Li Qingshan said.

"What will I do if you leave?" Old Zhang said. "I can't move at all now."

"Don't worry, I have lots of dogs."

"dog?"

Before Old Zhang could understand what Li Qingshan was saying, he had already been stuffed into the stove.

Li Qingshan gripped the black iron spear, led the little black horse out of the house, and saddled it with saddlecloth and saddle rings.

The purplish-red leather bridle, the mutton-fat jade saddlecloth on the forehead, the lightning-struck wood saddle covered with a layer of purple sable skin, and then wrapped with a layer of gold, the texture of which was carefully hammered out with a fine hammer.

The little black horse raised its front hooves and let out a joyful neigh in the sunlight.

I was originally a warhorse, meant to gallop across the grasslands and bully mares, not a beast for plowing fields.

They're all back now.

Just then, a small figure appeared at the entrance of the village.

His eyes were red from crying, and his hands and feet were bruised and swollen from the cold. He stared blankly at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan was immediately startled; this was Zhou Ergou's son. Li Qingshan had seen him a few times when he visited Zhou Ergou's home.

"How is your father? He's the one who sent you to find me. Where is he now?" Li Qingshan helped him up and asked a series of questions.

But he just cried, unable to utter a single word, and his tears had all dried up.

Li Qingshan's heart sank; Zhou Ergou was probably in bad shape.

"Go back inside and hide. Don't come out no matter what happens. I'll go check first. If your father is still alive, I can rescue him," Li Qingshan said.

The other person was clearly terrified, standing there dumbfounded and not saying a word. Li Qingshan forced him into the house.

Then, he mounted the little black horse and galloped down the slope.

……

As Zhang Ada walked, more and more people gathered behind him.

Finally, his home was just ahead, a dugout like everyone else's.

He had only recently become successful and was thinking of building an earthen house so that he could heat a kang (heated brick bed) in the winter so that his wife and children wouldn't have to suffer from the cold.

But time was too tight. I thought about it, but never got around to doing it. I only had time to build a fence around the outside with firewood.

As soon as he arrived at his doorstep, he saw that the fence had been damaged by the horses, one of his children was lying at the door, and his wife, holding another child, had collapsed to the ground.

With a buzzing sound, Zhang Ada felt like his head was about to explode.

He felt he should cry, but somehow, not a single tear came out.

Was it because you had already imagined this scene on the way?

The blood vapor dissipated in the air, seeped into the nostrils, and impacted the meninges.

This is the blood of his wife and children, just like his own blood.

"Big Aru, Big Aru..."

Someone called out twice, and Zhang Ada suddenly raised his head, then burst into tears.

He was nothing like Aru, and he hated himself for not being one.

"Hey, there are still quite a few people here."

"Come quick, come quick, don't let them get away!"

A group of barbarians discovered the place and quickly surrounded it.

"Big Aru, please save us!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Ada; all their hopes were pinned on him alone.

At this moment, only the Great Aru, who has defeated the barbarians, can save everyone's lives.

As long as Aru takes action, there won't be any problems.

"I……"

Zhang Ada felt his throat was dry and he couldn't even make a sound.

"I……"

He looked up, his eyes slowly turning red with blood.

"I am Da Aru."

He stood up abruptly, glaring angrily at the barbarians who were closing in on him.

Since you all regard me as a great Aru, then I will act as a great Aru for once.

I cannot live like Great Aru, but I will die like Great Aru.

Zhang Ada gripped his curved sword and charged toward the nearest barbarian.

With a single stroke, he severed the barbarian's head.

The crowd cheered. Great Aru truly lived up to his name.

……

Li Qingshan spurred his horse toward Zhou Ergou's house.

Along the way, he saw that several villages had been burned to ruins.

Li Qingshan was also a pioneer and knew how these villages were established.

Everyone cleared away the weeds, and several families shared a single plow to slowly clear the wasteland, sow the seeds, and carry water little by little, watching the seeds slowly grow.

This land finally feels like home.

However, now it's all ruined, completely ruined.

He arrived at Tuesday's dog's house and saw that it was on fire.

The flames were almost extinguished, and the shack was slowly turning to ashes.

Li Qingshan stopped his horse and stood before the flames, realizing that there was nothing he could do.

Since coming to the North, I've met quite a few people, but the only one I can consider a close friend is this peddler.

He once promised himself that if he died, he would collect his own body.

"Now that you're dead, I'll still collect your body," Li Qingshan murmured to the flames. "And if I could, I'd avenge you."