My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

This is me, time travel?

Fu Qingjun was stunned, and looked at the calendar of the same year and the same day, which was also the Qixi Festival in 2020.

He began to study the style of this room, which seemed to have a layout only a hundred years ago, and the only thing that could prove the era seemed to be the old-fashioned record player in the corner.

He turned around slowly, and in an instant he saw a dead body hanging in front of him, looking at him.

What the hell!!

Fu Qingjun was so frightened on the spot that he took several steps back.

The corpse was dressed in simple clothes, but unexpectedly there was a ferocious aura.

Calluses on his hands, lush black hair, bronze-colored and strong muscles, and most importantly, a face similar to his own, which gave him a strong sense of intimacy...

He has a kind of understanding in his fierceness:

This ancient ship seems to be taking itself through a parallel world, and this is also August 25th.

The corpse in front of me is me from this parallel world?

Calm down, calm down! I must first understand where I am!

He forced himself to calm down, took out the ancient boat that made him feel safe, it was still so exquisite and small, he took a deep breath,

The needle of the compass that was always turning above was completely dead and dim, but the anchor of the ship...

But disappeared.

It seems that after the ship docked, it completely exhausted all its energy and became a mortal thing, but there was a vague picture:

On a water-blue planet similar to the earth's territory, countless ancient gods and immortals died in battle one after another on the ancient ship. The blood stained the hull, the ancient ship was stained with evil, and finally the broken ancient ship fell into the void...

Mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood... He frowned, put the boat away, hung the rope around his neck again, and hid it carefully, Could it be that he is really on the run, and spent all his money to escape from our world?

Did something terrible come down to bring about the end of the earth?

Can I go back and save them, save people in the ruins of the doomsday?

There were too many doubts and bewilderments, Fu Qingjun calmed down for a while before he lowered his head and looked at the corpse carefully:

This is yourself, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But the self in this world is estimated to be 1.9 meters tall.

The bronze-colored muscles all over his body are extremely strong, giving people an extremely strong and strong feeling, like a coolie on the dock, with a streamlined and slender body.

Fu Qingjun squatted down tentatively, stretched out his fingertips to touch the corpse, it was still warm,

This physique is obviously not from the greenhouse gym. There are knife wounds all over the body, and there is a black dragon tattoo on the shoulder, a dragon over the shoulder? Like those gangsters... Could it be possible that he is a gangster?

Obviously, he arrived just after he died, and the timing seems to be perfectly aligned. This ship is looking for the parallel world where he just died?

What is the origin of the ancient ship, is it so strong that it cannot be understood? Fu Qingjun kept thinking, frantically thinking about the strange and unknown situation in front of him.

Soon, with the touch, a stream of icy cold flowed from the body of the corpse poured into his body and merged into his brain.

boom! !

A severe headache far surpassing before followed.

It is not at the same level as my previous fragmented soul.

My brain exploded completely, crackling, as if a child had lifted the manhole cover, threw a hundred strings of firecrackers, and then put the manhole cover back on.

It took a long time for Fu Qingjun's head to ache before he recovered slightly.

Take a look in the mirror next to you.

At this time, the whole person has lost all his hair, his eye sockets are black, and his eyes are bloodshot,

It's getting worse, my weak head has already endured a mature and huge soul that I shouldn't have to bear at my age!!

If you can't find a way to deal with your own huge soul, let alone grow hair and relieve headaches,

Now I feel like I'm going to die.

After taking a breath, he sorted out the legacy of himself in this world.

Incomplete memory, extremely fragmented.

This is also 2020, but obviously, civilization is about a hundred years behind, and the benchmark should be 1920. It seems that the world is still in the period of World War II?

Also, why did this person hang himself? Fu Qingjun felt puzzled.

The obvious best thing to do now is to inherit his legacy and identity.

And how did this corpse be destroyed?

He tried to recall what he had learned in seventeen years, Unfortunately, I haven't watched a few episodes of Conan...

sulfuric acid?

grinder?

Down the drain?

Planting the neighbor next door as a murderer, and then creating an alibi for yourself?

It's true that when the book is used up, you will hate less. He wanted to try to go back and post and ask the three masters for their opinions.

Especially the third master who picked up aunt's towels everywhere and was sent to prison by himself, he must be very proficient in this kind of thing, and he must be able to give himself an optimal solution.

He vaguely felt that he could still contact the boat.

The ship dropped its anchor, and it seemed that the tunnel between the two parallel worlds had been completely opened. Time flowed completely, and he was able to return to the previous land, and even go back to post.

But I always feel that there is a barrier, and it seems that some conditions are needed...

But I'll go back right now, is it useful?

He hesitated.

If it's really the end of the world, isn't it courting death to go back immediately?

The nuclear explosion over there is already a wasteland, how many survivors are there?

Who can I save, those two masters who have been with me for seventeen years? and my parents?

He felt that his head was in a mess, and before he had time to study it carefully, there was a knock on the door.

Boom boom boom.

Brother Fu, are you inside? I heard a lot of movement.

Fu Qingjun panicked when he heard the voice.

Fu Qingjun is the name of this world itself.

Regardless of the crisis of the ruins of the earth, he was in a crisis in this room: this was a different kind of murder scene.

Spirit in the sky, don't blame me.

He clasped his hands together and bowed, hurriedly lifted the extremely strong corpse, but he was completely stunned.

Can't pull it down at all!

This self weighs only three hundred catties, and his muscle density is as hard as a rock. It seems that he is unloading a marble statue.

In this world, am I a martial arts master during World War II?

Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Brother Fu, did something happen, did you strain yourself while practicing?

An urgent voice came from outside the door.

Damn. Fu Qingjun suddenly picked up the scissors and cut the hanging rope. With a loud bang, the whole body hit the ground hard, and the whole ground seemed to vibrate violently.

Brother Fu, what happened inside?

A more urgent voice came from outside the door again.

Boom boom boom! !

The louder the knocking.

Fu Qingjun naturally brought in the logic of destroying corpses and destroying traces: first pretend that he is still alive! I'll find a way to dispose of the body later, throw it in the river, bury it in the soil or something.

After all, except for his body, his head looks the same.

He simply dragged the corpse to the bottom of the bed with great difficulty, stepped on a small bench to support his height of 1.9 meters, and then slowly opened some cracks in the door, exposing only his head.

Squeak.

A tall, slender and fit girl appeared outside the door.

Based on fragmentary memories, Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that the other party was the granddaughter of the widowed old lady in the 307 resident next door, named Li Mo, a dance teacher in the old neighborhood.

Brother Fu?

Li Mo looked suspiciously at the bald-headed brother Fu in front of him, and felt that his inexplicable temperament was much younger, as if he was many years younger, without that kind of coldness, but extremely young, and asked tentatively: You, How did your hair fall out?

It's useless to dislike it, so I shaved it off.

Fu Qingjun's voice was as serious and cold as possible, but he couldn't get rid of his immature face, and even had a childish voice, What are you going to do?

Li Mo stared at Fu Qingjun seriously again, and hesitated for a moment.

It can be seen that she is a very smart and vigilant woman, her intuition told her that something was extremely wrong, her neck started to look into the room, and she said: Brother Fu, I always feel that your expression is not so fierce, why did your expression become so fierce? A little gentle, what happened...

I'm gentle now because my gentleness is only for you. Fu Qingjun said.

Li Mo was stunned.

Her train of thought seemed to be interrupted, and it collapsed in an instant.

However, she was not given a chance to think about easing up at all...

I love you. Fu Qingjun continued, showing his head through the crack of the door.

She was completely stunned, her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with shock!

The whole person's face was like an apple that turned red in an instant, feeling uneasy, he suddenly took a deep breath, and bowed down to apologize politely, Brother Fu... the two of us are not suitable! You still can find better ones.

fine.

Fu Qingjun didn't care if he was sent a good person card, he still cautiously exposed his head through the crack of the door like an ostrich, and continued to stare seriously into her eyes, You just need to remember that my gentle and youthful face is only in private. Show it to you alone! My cute milk voice, only speak to you alone! Don't tell this to outsiders, this is our... little secret.

Ah! Oh...I won't say it. Li Mo cried out, her face flushed completely.

After all, since I rejected the other party, why would I gossip around, I am not the kind of gossip... But this fierce and ruthless domineering man is too gentle to me, his voice is really tender and soft to me... .

Fu Qingjun looked at her with satisfaction.

Battle of wits?

hehe.

The three masters, for seventeen years, have been teaching themselves how to get out of the society, how to deal with bosses, social communication with friends, it is really useful!

Sure enough, they didn't lie to me, this is the way to behave in the world!

After all, what the master said is good, as long as you are not embarrassed, it must be others who are embarrassed.

What the second master said is indeed true, no matter how smart a woman is, no matter how many things she perceives, she will be dazzled as soon as she mentions love. As long as he forced her to stay, his heart would be messed up.

By the way, what do you want from me? Fu Qingjun changed the topic, but his voice was still immature and clear.

No, it's nothing, I just want to follow you and go to the train station to do odd jobs. I have learned a lot of words. I think my ability to calculate accounts and the talent to respond to customers are quite high. Can you help me to intervene... Li Mo hesitated. After all, it doesn't fit the atmosphere when I say such things at this time...

I understand. I'll think about this and give you an answer tomorrow. Fu Qingjun stretched out his hand and was about to close the door, Now, you have rejected me, let me calm down.

Okay, okay.

She hurriedly wanted to leave as if relieved, and didn't want to stay any longer.

But she suddenly seemed to have seen something terrible, looked at Fu Qingjun's hand stretched out to grab the door, and said in shock: Fu...Brother Fu! How did your wrist become so delicate, where is your Shougongsha? ?”

Fu Qingjun had a question mark on his face.