My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

This is so interesting.

Fu Qingjun felt like a puppeteer, controlling small puppets by hairlines.

He suddenly had a bold idea.

What if you could insert your hair into the brain of a living person?

But he shook his head quickly.

That's too dangerous.

Now I still don't know my soul mutation ability, if I squeeze other people's heads, or find some mental illness, it will be troublesome.

However, my ability seems to be gradually cleared up.

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, glanced at the direction of the big sister's house next door,

Some kind of special qualitative change has occurred in the brain and soul. The hair can actually become a conduit, which can send a certain soul source to the brains of other creatures. What is this power, soul power? Mental power? Life force?

Is it so special when the human soul is superimposed to a certain extent?

Fu Qingjun felt that the soul of life was really mysterious.

He was obsessed with research and couldn't extricate himself, but soon he was hungry again, rubbed his stomach and continued to cook, Hungry is so fast, it's like running wildly, consuming intense physical calories, after all, too many brains are ejected .”

But I just drove away the neighbors, and I'm new here, so I still have to deal with the trouble of identity thoroughly.

After eating, it is now completely dark.

It's a good day without reincarnation.

He glanced at the corpse and felt that he couldn't move it at all.

For my little arms and legs, the risk of being buried in the night is too great, and the success rate is extremely low, so I started to study the function of hair calmly.

Soon, Fu Qingjun continued to control the war on the top, sitting at the table and playing auto chess. The era without computers actually made him enjoy the fun of playing video games.

And several hours of control, slowly conveying and polishing, seems to have conveyed and squeezed to the ultimate limit of creatures like ants.

But wisdom cannot be born.

Is this the way ants are? Could it be that their brains are too small to become spirits at all?

Fu Qingjun pondered, as he was conducting biological experiments for the first time, he planned to continue to gently test the upper limit of an ant to see if he could make a breakthrough.

Boom!

The ants exploded in place.

Their brains are too small, they are already at the limit of development, they cannot be intelligent.

Feeling speechless, Fu Qingjun threw a handful of white rice on the table.

Glancing at the old-fashioned alarm clock, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

The first night in the new world outside.

He lay directly on the hard wooden bed, his head was in a daze, and he didn't care about the corpse under the bed, so he fell asleep directly.

That night, he still had a dream.

I dreamed that I was a high god overlooking the earth, and my extremely slender hair pierced the earth one by one from the vast sky of nothingness.

Like the sacred ancient wicker hanging down slowly, it is regarded as a sky totem pole, supporting the column of heaven.

Countless primitive black shadow creatures below are shouting and worshiping the unknown void god in the sky, calling for his title.

Teach them to build castles themselves, start building tribes, and primitive gardens emerge.

Go on with the war.

They continued the top war that Fu Qingjun jokingly called.

I seem to have seen a wonderful war epic civilization movie.

Like Age of Empires.

Castles, attacking fortifications, throwing stones, step by step.

The infantry on both sides fought in an orderly manner. Gradually, as they fought, they even began to develop tactics, tricks, and traps. They even evolved elite cavalry troops...

In the end, one side defeated the other.

A ray of sunlight shines down, and a king sits on a sandy throne, as if he is old and old, I am not willing,

Great God, please give the civilization on the ground some expectations, please don't abandon your people...

...

next morning,

The sunlight coming in from the window was very bright.

Fu Qingjun woke up very early.

Think about it every day, dream about it at night, and dream about that game of auto chess.

He was so surprised to find that his hair had grown to the floor of the bed and was scattered all over the place. The lush and long black hair was scattered around his head, like a beautiful sunflower slowly spreading out.

For these lush and crazy hair, he originally wanted to cut off a section directly.

But after thinking about it, the longer hair is more convenient when inserted into the small insects. He directly coiled it around his waist and rolled it around.

Long hair coiled around the waist.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

The energy is very full, the hair has grown, the dark circles under the eyes have disappeared, the eyes are deep and deep, and the eyes are very beautiful. The eyes are like glass beads, as if they contain countless stars in the universe.

The black and white eyes of other people seemed to be colored in my own eyes.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. I don't agree. Maybe it is the two skylights of the brain... People can see my difference.

Handsome Distress.

Fu Qingjun looked at those ants again, and crawled around the room without wisdom.

But something even weirder happened.

Fu Qingjun saw that on the table next to the bed, this was a game field for sending troops and generals. There were already simple and low stone walls, a small town and a sandy bunker, like a small scattered tribe piled up in an ant nest.

The entire pear wood table looked like the ruins of a barbaric civilization that once existed.

Ah this? ?

Fu Qingjun's expression changed, and he lowered his head again.

The drawer in the wooden table was actually hollowed out and turned into a stairway, and the lower drawer was opened from the desktop.

In the drawers, sawdust and mud houses stood up.

Form a well-proportioned underground exquisite building, like a child's Lego building block castle.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a pot of sunflowers in the corner of the wooden table in front of the window sill, and there is a soil seat in the center of the sunflower's large disc flowers.

The clay throne is on the flower, facing the window of 307, the street below is busy, and the golden sun is rising in the sky, and the golden sun shines on the sun flower.

The Throne of Flowers?

His pupils shrank fiercely, and he found an ant corpse that died of old age for unknown reasons.

well?

well?

Did that dream last night come true?

Or maybe it wasn't a dream at all?

Give life enlightenment, as a giant, create an ultra-small intelligent life monster kingdom, I really can do it! Fu Qingjun breathed heavily, feeling that he had already touched the highest taboo realm of the gods.

I am reincarnated in time and space, and I actually have some kind of miraculous ability...? ?

Ha ha ha ha! ! !

Fu Qingjun was extremely happy in his heart and laughed wildly.

He was both happy and sad. After seventeen years of knowledge about social animal programmers, he came out to be useless! On the contrary, the seventeen-year hairline surprised me!

Things are impermanent.

But my seventeen years of hard work paid off.

That is to say, the ants I used to play chess last night really turned on their wisdom and became demons after I went to sleep, and they really started fighting...

But! But, it only took one night. How could they build a castle? Did they turn on the accelerator? He hurriedly searched for those ants.

But I found that those ants were still crawling around consciously, there was no trace of enlightenment at all, and they were as ignorant as last night.

Hallucination?

No, how to explain this castle? ? ?

Fu Qingjun was completely shocked!

After carefully inspecting the ants, a piece of hair was slowly pulled out from the waist with a puff, turned softly in the air, and re-inserted into the brain of one of the ants.

There is still no trace of wisdom.

The only abnormal thing is that I fully charged their brains before going to sleep last night, but now they have no soul at all...

Exhausted?

Power out overnight?

Fu Qingjun really couldn't explain it.

Could it be that the brains are exhausted? He studied for a long time, and could only fill up the brains of these ants again, waiting for the next observation.

However, in the top battle last night, a large number of these ants really died. Although the remaining survivors are unconscious, they are all strong and strong, shiny and black, and their armor has thickened... Now it's like raising Gu ?”

Isn't it just raising Gu?

Let the little bugs fight each other...

Fu Qingjun scratched his head, and then studied the mosquitoes, snails, and flies in the small bottle, and it was the same situation, his mind was empty.

Fill them again straight away, too, and put them back in the bottle.

It's a bit outrageous. After he was busy with all this, he suddenly had a bold idea. He had tried everything, but he even forgot the ancient ship. Could it also be inserted?

Crash.

A few hairs were softly pulled out, piercing into the ancient ship in all directions, he suddenly had a vague feeling that he had entered the interior of the ancient ship, imprinting his own brand,

Am I assimilating an ancient ship?

He was ecstatic, but he felt that the influx of his spiritual power was like scratching an itch, as if the spirit he needed was as vast as the sea.

On the contrary, the ancient ship seemed to have opened up a space-time gap with its mental power, and opened up an ultra-small space-time tunnel like an ant hole.

Instinctively and proficiently, Fu Qingjun slowly inserted along the passage.

Pooh!

A strong tingling sensation came from the opposite side! !

Fu Qingjun was so frightened that his whole body shrank, his hair was instantly scorched, and his mental strength could no longer withstand the opening of the tunnel, and the space was completely closed.

Fu Qingjun looked at his hair and seemed to have noticed something, It's radiation! There's a passage back to Earth...

It seems like time is ticking.

It was already the second day over there, August 26th.

If there is no mistake, it was his own house that was docked, and the surrounding area was completely turned into a ruin of intense radiation, a forbidden place of death.

The strong radiation is also extremely strong, destroying all living beings who want to step into it.

Spiritual power, indeed, can drive the ancient ship. The anchor was dropped over there, and the passage was completely established, which means that we can go back. I don't know what's going on there. Fu Qingjun frowned.

He is still very worried about his parents and his two masters.

If there is something that can go over there to spy on the surrounding wasteland environment, and see if it can save people in the wasteland...

However, radiation can deform and mutate creatures. He frowned.