When Fu Qingjun returned to the house, it was already past seven o 'clock.
The sky was completely lit up.
He rearranged his clothes, sat on a chair, counted the silver pounds he obtained, and put them away.
"With money, the most basic living problems will definitely not be a problem for a period of time." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. "Also, it's about nutrition."
Including today, he had been eating plain rice for five consecutive days since he came to this world.
The imbalance of nutrition had already made him feel weak and exhausted, not to mention continuing to practice martial arts.
"I can't do this, I have to change my diet!"
Before, he only ate plain rice because he did not dare to go out to eat. A little carelessness would kill him, and the risk was too great.
But now that he had barely solved the problem of body shape, he should be able to impersonate.
After all, although he was not an acquaintance of Fu Qingjun, when he faced Nasica just now, she did not feel anything strange, which meant that his shoes, black stockings, and muscles, had completely looked like a normal martial artist, even if his face was still immature.
Moreover, the strength of his hair had increased, and it showed a more powerful feeling, there was no longer any discomfort.
"I still have to get a table."
Fu Qingjun planned to wait for Little Loud Mouth to come over, and then solve this problem.
As for whether Gatha had returned to the distant past, Fu Qingjun did not dare to say for sure.
Because ancient myths and legends such as Nibiru and Anunnaki did indeed exist, and what they saw in front of them were just clues … Whether or not they had really traveled through time and space and established a prehistoric mythological civilization in the distant ancient times, no one knew.
He directly studied the ancient ship again. The sail was completely broken and disappeared without a trace.
"The anchor is to locate the parallel world, and the sail is to travel through the past?"
"However, the anchor can be used all the time, and it holds a channel … The sail is a one-time use, and it disappeared directly?"
He kept guessing that this ancient ship was really terrifying, sailing in the multiverse, sailing in the eternal timeline.
And if it was true, then it was a big loss.
That was an important one-time trump card!
He inexplicably opened it, and it was used directly.
"If I find the lost sail again, can I get it back …"
Fu Qingjun's imagination ran wild. He frowned and said, "However, if my guess is correct! The sail was broken. It was very likely that the sail had followed Gatha back to the distant prehistoric past … How could he find it in this era? Looking for ancient ruins, cultural relics, museums … a sail the size of a toothpick? Or a crutch wrapped in cloth? "
"Is there anything similar to a scepter in ancient myths?"
Fu Qingjun was having a headache thinking about it!
What a huge loss!
No matter where Gatha went, Fu Qingjun knew that it was definitely not a good thing to have one of his sails permanently broken. This was his trump card!
"Forget it. It's useless to think so much. Becoming stronger is the right path." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and felt that five days had passed. He wondered what the other apocalypse was like.
Although the past few days had been exciting enough, he should go and take a look.
After all, the past few days in the Doomsday Ruins must have been very exciting, right?
He quickly set his goal.
Rebuild the sand table world and send it to explore the Doomsday Wastelands!
"Master, second master, hang in there, I'm coming …"
After all, the race had already developed to the second echelon. They were no longer ordinary ants. The powerful race still existed, and they could quickly recover to their peak by reproducing.
He continued to calm his heart, and his emotions surged. "This is like a rolling snowball! As long as I edit the soul combination and evolve into a more powerful demon race, their civilization will become more prosperous, and they will have more experts. Similar to the fall of gods and devils, the recovery of the dead souls will definitely be earth-shattering … "
"It's a pity that I've grown a second time, but my brain is still not enough. I can only produce small ants … What if it's a large animal!"
Wouldn't I be able to build a real normal demon country?
A real large Transcendent, Fantasy, Xianxia world?
"Forget it, my brain is not enough. I'll start with the small ones." He reorganized his thoughts, but he was not in a hurry. He began to tidy up the hair that had fallen off.
"Although I've grown a second generation of hair, I can't waste the first. I'll weave it, weave it into a carpet, and put it under the table."
Previously, there were loopholes, and they could still escape from the sand table.
It was only because of Gatha's restrictions that restrained them that the other creatures did not have the ambition to escape.
"But times are different, and I'll have to restrict them myself." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. "Then, I'll use my hair to wrap iron wires, and surround them in all directions to form a protective net."
Fu Qingjun found that after his evolution, the attraction of his hair had become stronger!
He could suck back his own soul through the air.
Now, as long as he weaved a net, as long as he got close, he could absorb the soul of his kin.
"This way, I'll use my hair to form a world wall! Within it, there's a Transcendent world! "
"This is to prevent flying species!"
"After all, it's fused with chickens and ducks … Moreover, for these Transcendent creatures, even if they can't fly, it's very possible for them to jump out of the world like fleas."
"Unless I use human wave tactics, with a large number of deaths, I'll fill the entire hair net with souls, then I won't be able to absorb them, and only then will I have a chance to go outside … But, the net in all directions, connected to the dense carpet on the ground, this huge soul storage is very difficult to fill."
Fu Qingjun continued to organize his thoughts, as if he was knitting, he sat on the table and weaved his hair.
Whoosh — —
His hair moved without any wind.
Strands of hair weaved through the air, appearing extremely strange and frightening.
He didn't know what was going on with himself, in short, the hair that extended his spiritual power rooted in his brain was developed to this extent, showing all kinds of special abilities, it was very inconceivable.
"Done."
A moment later, Fu Qingjun looked at the new framework, very satisfied.
At this time, calculating the time, Little Loud Mouth should be at work, eating noodles downstairs. He rang the bell on the window, calling Little Loud Mouth.
"Eh?" Little Loud Mouth went upstairs and saw that this time, Brother Fu was no longer just sticking his head out, but standing outside the door.
She looked at Brother Fu's muscles and body, feeling that something was wrong, as if he was even more perfect and stylish?
"Brother Fu, why are you … Oh right, are you still cultivating in seclusion? What are you doing in the house alone, isn't it boring? "Little Loud Mouth's reaction arc was very long, but now she was completely confused.
"It's okay, I want a table." Before she could complain, Fu Qingjun directly threw ten silver pounds on her. "Woman! This is the activity funds, eat and drink to your heart's content. "
"Okay."
Little Loud Mouth immediately beamed with joy.
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