This time, it was Fu Qingjun's turn to be shocked.
Chauvinism.
This was a world where women were superior to men. Men kept their chastity, waiting for marriage?
"Ah! I'm sorry. "She suddenly realized that she had asked something she shouldn't have. She was apologetic.
"I'm so rude, I'm so sorry! I just feel, feel … it's just … "She was at a loss for words, unable to find any euphemistic words to explain. The atmosphere was awkward.
Under normal circumstances, she would not have lost her composure like this. But her nerves were broken, and the words came out of her mind …
"Please … give me an answer tomorrow. That job is really important to me." The gentle and beautiful big sister bowed in greeting. The shock she received at this moment was too great. She was so scared that she quickly walked next door.
"This beautiful lady in her twenties is still too young." Fu Qingjun stared at her as she walked in. He did not close the door, but looked at the surroundings downstairs.
The sun was shining brightly, and it was afternoon.
It was an old-fashioned four-storey residential building that looked like a student dormitory.
The buildings were side by side, and when one walked out, there was a corridor with a pole to dry clothes. The buildings looked old.
"It's still a peaceful world. The Chinese Valentine's Day here did not encounter the strange incidents in my world." He took a deep breath and looked at the number tag. Room 306 on the third floor.
There was an old-fashioned metal mailbox next to the door. The first floor below seemed to be a restaurant, and there were pedestrians coming and going.
Some of the men on the road had short hair and were muscular, like the hard laborers who worked at the docks in the last century. Some of the men had their hair tied up in a bun, and their long hair fluttered in the wind, similar to the style of scholars in ancient times.
Different professions by hairstyle?
He looked into the distance.
Perhaps because it was a slum, there were no electric poles or old-fashioned cars. Occasionally, he saw people riding bicycles. They were dressed in uniforms, and they seemed to be constables, carrying bulky black long-barreled guns.
Occasionally, there were blond and blue-eyed foreigners on the road.
In the distance was the main gate of the street. There was a tall sign hanging on both sides.
[Foreigners entering must register.]
Fu Qingjun vaguely felt like he saw the old-fashioned atmosphere of the Axe Gang in the Kung Fu movie.
"Similar to the era a hundred years ago? The environment is very chaotic, but I didn't see a good place to dump the body … I'm new here, so it's better to go back and hide. " He stared at the door next to him for a while. After confirming that Li Mo did not appear again, he slowly walked back to the room and closed the door.
He looked at the corpse again and suddenly didn't know how to deal with it.
Fu Qingjun thought for a moment and pulled up the sleeve of the corpse's arm. On the sturdy bronze muscles, a red dot was revealed. Fu Qingjun's expression softened a little.
"I still have my chastity …"
If he wasn't tainted, then one of the possible causes of his suicide could be ruled out.
"However, even such a fierce man has a Chastity Mark."
Fu Qingjun was very surprised. Wasn't this too outrageous?
He was very curious about the customs of this world.
"It seems that civilization is still in the industrial age. A world with backward technology has already begun to have airplanes, cannons, and even ancient warriors with some muscle?"
It was obviously not a world where women were superior to men.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Fu Qingjun, a warrior who seemed to be working at the dock. Could it be related to the cultivation of warriors? Could it be that they wanted to preserve their virginity and Yang energy?
"But the first thing is to deal with the corpse."
As if he had relaxed, a strong sense of hunger surged into his mind. His brain began to feel dizzy because of the huge lack of energy.
He quickly rummaged through the cupboards in the room to look for food.
Fortunately, there was still half a jar of rice in the room. He directly turned on the fire to cook and wolfed down the rice. After more than half an hour, he gradually digested the food and managed to recover.
"As soon as I came out of reincarnation, I really became a monster."
Fu Qingjun stared blankly at the big pot of rice that disappeared. It was more than two or three brick-moving men combined. "I'm still dry all over. No matter how much I eat, I still feel weak. All the energy from eating is absorbed into my head."
Fu Qingjun remembered reading a popular science:
When humans overuse their brains, they will also consume a lot of energy.
"Don't tell me that I can't keep up with the constant energy consumption of my brain by eating so much that I can't even keep up with the constant energy consumption of my brain?" Fu Qingjun suddenly felt bad.
If he used simple addition and subtraction, wouldn't his brain's energy consumption be 6,000 times that of more than 6,000 souls added together?
Could he replenish it?
This was a problem of power.
Wouldn't that mean he would definitely die?
It would be even worse.
Phew!
After a period of time, as Fu Qingjun continued to digest and eat his fill, the feeling of exhaustion was not as strong. At the same time, he discovered that his head was in pain and itchy from the explosion of his soul. That mental power seemed to have something growing out, breaking through the ground.
He touched his head and actually began to grow out fine, soft, fluffy young hair, tough and supple.
Did I grow hair?
Immediately..,
He sat up in shock from his dying illness!
He was ecstatic,
However, he soon noticed something even stranger.
His hair was like soft arms that could be controlled and wiggled. It could even stand up and do all kinds of movements.
Whoosh.
He hurriedly came to the mirror. His head seemed to have a row of short grass that was swaying with the wind.
"As expected, as soon as I came out of reincarnation, my huge soul had a mutated ability."
Fu Qingjun was shocked. "Those people with superpowers can use their minds to bend a stainless steel spoon, but I can only bend my own … hair?"
？？？
I've accumulated seventeen years of soul, and this is it?
That's it?
Ancient ship, are you worthy of your mysterious, magical, and invincible power?
"Since my mental power can bend my hair, then …" he tried to use his mental power to bend the spoon, but found that it was useless.
Then, he tried to move the small bottle, but it didn't move at all.
In the end, he found that his mental power couldn't even move the paper.
He was about to cry!
However, he was sharp and quickly realized that his current hair was a little special.
He felt that his five senses had become incomparably sharp. As his hair grew, it was like antennas that could sense the slightest movement in his surroundings.
The hair kept swaying on top of his head, looking extremely strange.
A fly flew past his head.
"Puchi!!!"
A strand of hair turned into a needle and pierced into the fly's body, and then it was flung to the wall.
"It's actually as flexible as my hand." Fu Qingjun was a little frightened. He had just wanted to use his hand to chase away the fly, but his hair had instantly slapped the fly to death.
"Wait, when I inserted my hair into the fly's body, something seemed to be vaguely pouring out. My brain doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore."
Fu Qingjun bent down and looked for ants on the ground. "Can I share some of my own pain from the excessive soul explosion with them?"
The hygiene at home was very bad. Soon, he caught an ant and inserted his hair into the ant's body.
A torrent of soul and mental power flowed in.
"Bam!"
The ant's brain exploded with the influx of soul and fell to the ground.
Even though it was a very small reduction, he could still feel a sense of relief and comfort.
"It's working!"
Perhaps this was like a pressure difference?
His brain was like a pressure cooker for his soul. As long as he connected an exhaust pipe, it could be directed to other places?
But Fu Qingjun was very happy. This meant that his headache could be relieved!
His ability to accept was very strong!
Based on the scientific exploration spirit of a high school student who went to a chemistry lab, he began to use his hair to insert bed boards, steel bars, wooden boards, electric wires, mud walls … He even tried to use it on the corpse, but there was no reaction.
"What a pity. My hair can only be inserted into living things."
He had a lot of fun. He found that with his powerful mental power, he suddenly felt like the evil snake-haired Medusa in Western mythology. His hair danced in the air.
…
…
His hair was abnormally sensitive, like a bug trap.
Fu Qingjun began to experiment with living things. He found some living things that could be found in the house, some flies, mosquitoes, ants, and snails.
His hair quickly began to insert, testing the limits of what they could bear.
Hualala —
Fu Qingjun fiddled with these small animals and instilled souls into them.
His hair grew at a crazy speed of a few centimeters per hour. After only seven or eight hours, Fu Qingjun had a strange head of long black hair that draped over his shoulders.
He finally understood that the mutation of his hair had something to do with his six thousand souls. After all, his hair was rooted in his head!
If his head was a round flowerpot, then his "brain" was the white soil inside the flowerpot.
He had added nutrients to the "white soil", watered and fertilized it more than six thousand times. What kind of super mutated hair did such a terrifyingly fertile soul nourish?
At this time, the hair was still growing at a crazy speed.
"My hair is like soft octopus tentacles rooted in the brain, floating in the air like catkins!"
Fu Qingjun visualized the scene in her mind: a white and terrifying brain with six thousand souls superimposed on it, covered with black hair tubes … She only felt an inexplicable evil and horror. What had she become after she came out??
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Why think so much? I'm just scaring myself." He began to experiment again. He inserted the power into each strand of hair, and small insects exploded one after another.
"It seems like there is a limit. If I use too much power on them, they will explode instantly and die."
But that was to be expected.
Fu Qingjun's own brain also had a limit.
He had felt that his brain was about to explode. Now that he saw a living example, he could not help but feel a lingering fear.
"But as long as the right amount is used, they seem to be full of energy, crying piteously for food, and excited. It seems to stimulate the potential of their bodies, and it seems very beneficial …"
"Even when I insert my hair into them, I can instantly control their movements through my hair, as if I have branded them with my own spiritual imprint."
"So, this is controlling the animals by giving them regular injections … Animal Taming Technique?"
"But it can soothe my brain."
Fu Qingjun scratched his head.
"This is to disperse my soul power that is expanding every minute and second … Although the huge spiritual power that squeezes my brain will still recover after eating."
But regrettably, the spiritual power that these ants and other small insects could share was simply a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood.
The only fortunate thing was that he caught a mouse. Ignoring the fact that it could not bear it, he directly used his spiritual power to burst its brain. Only then did he feel much better, and his head finally did not hurt so much.
"However, if I don't burst their skulls in one go, but slowly nourish them, can I continuously increase their upper limit, and finally develop intelligence?"
Of course, Fu Qingjun was familiar with the mythical monsters that became spirits.
After all, such a mysterious thing like the ancient ship had happened. If he could raise monsters, wouldn't it be very exciting … If he raised more, he could build a community of creatures …
Perhaps this was the correct use of the brain hair.
Whoosh!!!
"I can try to control them." Fu Qingjun became excited. Sitting on the chair, the black hair at the back of his head danced wildly, agilely stabbing into the hundreds of ants on the table. Like puppets on a string, they were divided into two neat rows.
Kill!
The puppet ants on both sides quickly charged.
The ants fought together, and the scene was like an ancient army fighting a war.
"They have no intelligence to speak of. I can easily control their movements."
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, very seriously lowering his head. He used his flying hair to control the ant army on both sides of the table, and arranged them into formations. He was playing with great interest.
"Is this … an automated chess game?"
It was a very interesting experiment. He was controlling the two armies against each other, and it was like a person playing chess on a table.
"Or perhaps, this is a war of ants controlled by the hair on top of my head. The current situation can be called … a war of the top." His hair danced in the air as he stared at the table.
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