On the way back, Fu Qingjun had been summing up his experience.
He had tried very hard and carefully kept her hair, but there was still a large bald spot in the center of the 'needle'.
'If I didn't extract it carefully, she would have become completely bald …' Fu Qingjun was a little hesitant and said thoughtfully, 'But she should thank me for keeping half of it.'
He was too kind and did not dare to extract too much.
Although he did not extract the original soul paper ball that looked like a mess, it was still a person's soul energy.
It was like a sponge draining the water …
If he extracted too much, he was afraid that he would not be able to recover for a few months. He would be dispirited, drowsy, weak … It was really like a living person who had his Yang energy sucked away.
The other party obviously had a lot of things to do, so he did not squeeze too much of her energy.
This ball was enough for the time being.
But it should not be used for too long. Soon, it would be consumed by the ants who were big consumers.
After all, not everyone's soul was as big and lasting as his. He could charge their brains every day and still be full of energy. In fact, if he did not release some mental energy every day, he would have a splitting headache …
'Thirty taels of silver is obviously a big loss.
'This purchasing power is very high. I feel sorry for the other party, so I have already given most of Fu Qingjun's property to her. I just earned ten taels of silver from those three perverts, and I have to spend so much … I will be so poor in the future that I have to think of ways to make money.'
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and secretly reflected on himself. He felt that he was still not cold-blooded enough.
But he was originally an ordinary person in a peaceful society. How could he be cold-blooded? He was not the third master who sucked blood everywhere.
'Forget it. If it's not enough, I will think of other ways next time.
'At most, I will use it up in a few days and go to the nightclub to find another target … But if I do not have the ability to protect myself, I really do not want to go out again.'
Fu Qingjun closed the door and returned to his room to sit.
If there was nothing to do, he still did not want to go out, because going out meant risks.
This was not a peaceful society. There were wars, killings, gangs, and dangers everywhere. Especially at night, the security was terrible.
"However, after testing it, the clothes are very useful." Fu Qingjun calmly took off the bulky coat and sat on the chair in the room again.
This piece of clothing had been modified by him. A giant octopus head cover was sewn on the inside of the clothing.
If necessary, the hair that was usually wrapped around the waist would slowly put on the inside of the headgear, and then push out the neck and cover the head, turning into a huge octopus human head.
The octopus head was more than two meters tall. Adding his own height, he was about four meters tall. The ferocious swaying balloon head could intimidate most enemies.
Puffing himself up at his own cost.
Furthermore, it was a four-meter tall fatty!
It was similar to how humans had to raise their hands high when encountering a ferocious beast, pretending to be taller to scare the beast … This was a life-saving measure in his plan this time.
After all, the world was too chaotic, and he was not familiar with the environment. It was not Fu Qingjun's character to leave the risk to God alone at night.
He needed to have a certain method to deal with the crisis.
But his only special ability — hair — was too weak. He basically could not lift anything. It was already pretty good for him to hold up a monster's clothes.
However, he had also developed various uses for his hair, such as needlework.
His hair was naturally proficient in all kinds of sewing techniques.
This octopus head cover was sewn from the original owner's clothes with his hair, and then the hair was cut off. It was extremely exquisite.
Another example was that he found that his hair had the ability to move an antenna.
By inserting a piece of hair on the top of an ant's head as an antenna, he did not need to directly insert it into the ant's skull to control the ant's movements from afar.
As long as the distance was not far, the antenna on the ant's head could connect to the signal.
Fu Qingjun thought for a while and kept sorting out what she had seen and heard during this long journey. She also took note of the distribution of forces along the way and wrote down the following schedule on the table.
"First, improve the head cover."
"It can't be seen clearly at night, so it can be used. But during the day, you can tell it's fake material when you look at it up close. It's best to use snake skin as a base and sew scales, down, duck feathers, or even animal skin on it. It looks more like a biological material."
"Second, think of a way to get firearms."
"Or it could be a crossbow, or even smaller hidden weapons … Fu Qingjun is a gangster, so he can definitely get a gun, but he doesn't have one in his house. It's probably because the autonomous zone doesn't allow people to use guns against their own people. They can only use martial arts to determine who's stronger … But I don't care about martial arts ethics. If I can get one, I must get one."
His expression was extremely calm.
Because he, a modern person, did not know martial arts at all. He was not a martial artist. If he really cared about martial arts ethics, would he use his skull to fight?
He was not stupid.
He thought for a moment and raised his pen. "Other than firearms, there's also the crossbow! Maybe I can let the ant civilization add a production line and let them produce crossbows, machine boxes, and the like. I can add some technology in this area. "
This was not because he was afraid.
This was a very realistic thing. If he lost his life, he would lose everything.
He was still very self-aware and knew his own limits. His identity was still an influential figure. In the future, he had to consider assassinations, attacks, and armed fights.
He would gain a lot of benefits, but he would also have to face corresponding dangers.
"The first thing is to protect myself." He pressed his temples in pain.
"Thirdly, I can start studying martial arts.
"I can almost start cultivating the Sacred Sun Technique, but this is a martial art suitable for the ant structure to cultivate. I can only cultivate the soul, mind, and mental training parts … The human part is still the normal basic pole-standing."
After all, after countless years of pole-standing, the basic pole-standing would definitely be very perfect for the human structure.
"Fourthly, the development of the desktop demon kingdom."
"This is my most basic base camp. It has great potential and is completely on the right track … The only pity is that I can't expand the cultivation area and number in a short period of time. Because these ants are already too much for my brain to handle …"
This time, he pondered for a long time and wrote the last question.
"Fifthly, plants."
"The Sunflower has always been charging, but it hasn't given birth to a soul consciousness. Is it because the plant soul takes a long time to nurture, or is it impossible to appear? If plants can give birth to intelligence, is it possible to mix the souls of plants and humans to create a plant subhuman? "
"Also, there's the fish. If it's possible, I can add a fish tank to the marine species world in the house … But the problem is that I don't have enough mental energy to keep them."
…
Under the dim light bulb, he put down his pen and stretched. "I'm such a weakling. When can I really stand up?"
"If I can cultivate a few demon kingdom sand tables in the house and walk around the house every day, then become a gang leader in the war between planes and artillery during World War II outside, obtain all kinds of resources, and put them into the sand tables … That's the best virtuous cycle."
Just thinking about such a life was wonderful.
He sorted out all the ideas he could think of. It was a daily work habit of preparing for the evening self-study session in the third year of high school, and he advanced step by step.
He sighed, then cooked and ate a midnight snack before going straight to bed. He went back to bed and lay down again. Feeling that his body was very, very tired, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
However, although his weak and fragile body was tired, his soul was still full of energy.
He lay on the bed with his hands clasped together, but his hair danced in the air like countless tentacles, hovering over the entire table, secretly observing the progress of civilization.
"Civilization is still lacking. Machinery, knowledge, medicine … Forget it, I'll just go to the table and walk through a short century."
Fu Qingjun remotely controlled the joystick, and an ant with an ahoge antenna on its head slowly stepped onto the table.
"This world is?"
Fu Qingjun looked at the hazy sky and the earth.
It felt extremely real to the touch. The bumpy wooden road under his feet, the houses in the distance, and the buildings in the distance suddenly made him feel that the world on the table was real.
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