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

The wind in the north, mixed with snow powder, stung and hurt my face.

Zhang Ada's eyebrows were covered in snow powder. He gripped his knife with both hands, pointing it at the enemy in front of him, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Many people had already collapsed around him, including elderly people with white hair and toddlers. There were also some people gathered behind him, their faces ashen and their eyes numb.

There weren't many barbarians surrounding them, only a dozen or so, all on horseback, constantly reaping blood with their short bows.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out of nowhere and struck Zhang Ada in the shoulder. Zhang Ada trembled but did not fall.

"Alright, don't kill him, feed him to the blood beast instead," a barbarian with a thick beard ordered.

He opened the leather pouch he carried with him, pulled the plug towards the ground, and a small, bluish snake, about the thickness of a chopstick, crawled out.

The little snake was very fast, quickly swimming towards the land clearing site and greedily sucking the blood from the ground.

Its back gradually turned a bit red.

The green snake suddenly raised its head and darted forward like an arrow, biting the ankle of a land reclamation worker.

The other person immediately fell to the ground, his face turning bluish-black in the blink of an eye.

The crowd took several steps back, staring in fear at the strange little snake.

It comes and goes without a trace, darting through crowds, and anyone it bites will instantly die.

"Quick, it's here."

"Be careful, don't get bitten."

Everyone frantically tried to strike the snake with their weapons, but they couldn't touch it at all. They could only watch as it killed everyone one by one.

The barbarian squad stood guard outside, watching this scene with amusement, occasionally raising their bows to force back any fleeing settlers.

Fear and despair spread among the people.

"what!"

Zhang A shouted and charged at the barbarian soldiers, brandishing his knife. At that moment, he only wanted to die.

An arrow suddenly flew by and struck his left leg. Due to the excruciating pain, he collapsed to the ground, blood flowing continuously from the wound.

The barbarians didn't kill him; they seemed to be waiting for him to bleed out.

The weather was so cold that the blood in the wound quickly froze, and Zhang Ada couldn't move at all, only able to listen to the conversation of the barbarians.

"The people around here have been mostly killed, but the blood beasts are still not full."

"I heard there's a refugee camp nearby. We can't let the Red Bone Tribe get there first."

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out, and the chilling air seemed to freeze for a moment.

An iron spear came flying out of nowhere, pinning a barbarian to the ground.

"Who goes there!"

"Surround him, don't let him escape."

Zhang Ada heard a hint of panic in the barbarian's voice. He struggled to lift his head from the mud and saw a man riding a black horse galloping towards the barbarian. The moment the two horses met, he leaped off the horse's back, like a striped tiger pouncing on the enemy.

It's him!

Zhang Ada was jolted awake, and the next second, tears welled up in his eyes.

He looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar figure, who was like a wild beast unleashed, grabbing a black iron spear and charging wildly.

The barbarian soldiers were quickly smashed to pieces and left in a complete mess under his iron spear.

The barbarian with the big beard whistled, and the little snake leaped up like an arrow to bite Li Qingshan's face.

"Watch out!" Zhang Ada warned instinctively.

Li Qingshan took the hunting knife from his waist and swung it, cutting it in two.

A spurt of blood gushed out, and Li Qingshan instinctively dodged. The green snake fell to the ground in two pieces, still twitching.

At this moment, the barbarian with the big beard had already fled in disarray with two other barbarian soldiers.

He put away his black iron spear, walked over with his big feet clad in straw sandals, and looked down at Zhang Ada on the ground.

"You've finally arrived."

"Um?"

"I've been wondering if you really exist. What's happened these past few days feels like I'm having a fit of hysteria," Zhang Ada said weakly.

"You should talk less," Li Qingshan said, squatting down. "Your injuries are severe."

"I'm beyond saving... Even if I were, I wouldn't want to save you." Zhang Ada grinned bitterly. "It's so good that you came. Actually, I've been wanting to find you."

"What do you want from me?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Before I left the military camp, I overheard something..."

Zhang Ada's voice grew softer and softer, and Li Qingshan gradually leaned closer to listen.

After a long pause, Li Qingshan raised his head and said, "I understand."

Zhang Ada said weakly, "I thought you would be very surprised, but I didn't expect... Well, that's true, the lives of us pioneers are not worth much money anyway."

He gripped Li Qingshan's hand tightly, shook it violently, and tears welled up in his eyes: "But it can't be so worthless."

"I understand," Li Qingshan said.

"That's good..." Zhang Ada forced a smile, but before he could finish speaking, he stopped breathing.

Li Qingshan pried open his hand, but even though he was dead, he was still clenching it tightly, and it took Li Qingshan quite a bit of effort.

He looked up and around. The village was now in ruins. The surviving settlers looked at him tremblingly, not knowing what Zhang Ada had said before he died.

Li Qingshan led the little black horse over and mounted its back.

"Where did those barbarians go?"

"South." Someone mustered up their courage and pointed. "There's a refugee camp to the south. The barbarians have all gone there."

Li Qingshan spurred his horse and headed south.

The settlers who remained looked at each other and couldn't help but say:

Who was that person just now?

"I don't know, but he seems to be very powerful. Even Da Aru respects him."

"We have nowhere else to go, so we might as well go with him."

The survivors, in twos and threes, followed Li Qingshan away.

After winter set in, refugees continued to be sent to the area outside the Great Wall. Since they could not be settled temporarily, they gathered in refugee camps.

As far as Li Qingshan knew, there were more than a dozen such refugee camps, with some housing over a thousand people and others only a few hundred.

Although the exact locations of these refugee camps were unknown, they were easy to find; wherever the flames were raging, that was the place they were looking for.

In the refugee camp ahead, two groups of barbarians are surrounding and killing the refugees.

They blocked the entrance, preventing any refugees from escaping. At this moment, a dispute arose over the refugees' ownership.

"We were here first."

"Just because you came first doesn't mean it's yours. There's no such logic in this world."

"We'll reserve this spot for now; you can go somewhere else."

"Why shouldn't you go somewhere else and give us this place?"

A black iron spear appeared out of nowhere and landed right between the two sides.

The barbarian looked up and saw a man riding a fast horse approaching.

"Release the arrows! Release the arrows quickly!"

Arrows rained down as if they were free, and after a volley, the attacker was hit by several arrows.

Li Qingshan popped a blood-red jade into his mouth, then silently pulled out the arrow from his body, the barbs on the arrows pulling out strands of transparent flesh.

Even the barbarians were terrified by this scene.

Li Qingshan rode a fast horse and removed the Ghost Mask from its back.