'This is too interesting.'
Fu Qingjun felt like he was a puppeteer, controlling small puppets with strands of hair.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into his mind.
What if he could insert his hair into a living person's brain?
But he quickly shook his head.
'That's too dangerous.'
He was still unclear about his soul mutation ability. It would be troublesome if he squeezed other people's brains or some kind of mental illness.
"However, I seem to have figured out my special ability."
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair and glanced in the direction of the big sister's house next door.
"There is some special qualitative change in the brain and soul. Hair can actually become a conduit that can transport some kind of soul source to the brain of other creatures. What is this power? Soul power? Spiritual power? Vitality? "
"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 immersed in research and couldn't extricate himself. But soon, he was hungry again. He rubbed his stomach and continued to cook. "I get hungry so fast. It's like running crazily. It consumes a lot of energy and calories. After all, too much brain was ejected."
"But I just drove away my neighbor. I still have to deal with the problem of identity."
After eating, it was already night. It was dark outside. He kept sorting out the various things that happened today.
"It's good not to reincarnate."
He glanced at the corpse and felt that he couldn't drag it at all.
With his small arms and legs, the risk of burying the corpse at night was too high and the success rate was extremely low. He had reincarnated for 17 years and had a really big heart. He calmly began to study the use of hair.
He continued to stay at home. Soon, Fu Qingjun continued to control the War of the Best. He sat in front of the table and played self-propelled chess. In this era without computers, he actually found the fun of playing video games.
And after a few hours of control and slowly transporting and polishing, it seemed to have been the ultimate limit of a creature like the ant.
But it couldn't give birth to intelligence.
"Is this how ants are? Could it be that their brains are too small and it's impossible for them to become spirits?"
Fu Qingjun pondered. As it was his first biological experiment, he planned to continue to gently test the upper limit of an ant to see if he could make a breakthrough.
Boom!
The ant exploded on the spot.
"Their brains are too small. It's already at the limit of development. No matter how much damage they can output, they can't have intelligence."
Fu Qingjun was speechless. He threw the ant on the table and spilled a handful of rice.
Glancing at the old-fashioned alarm clock, it was already past eleven in the evening.
"It's my first night in the new world. I'm going to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll study the dead bodies in the house and how to deal with the neighbors and other social circles."
He lay directly on the hard wooden bed. His head was dizzy, and he immediately fell asleep.
That night, he had a dream.
He dreamt that he was a high and mighty God, looking down on the earth. His long and thin hair pierced into the earth from the vast sky.
Like a sacred ancient willow, it slowly drooped down and was used as a totem pole in the sky, a pillar that supported the heavens.
Countless primordial shadow creatures below were shouting loudly, worshipping the unknown Void God in the sky, calling out his honorific title.
He taught them how to build castles, build tribes, and create primitive gardens.
"You can continue the war."
The ants continued what Fu Qingjun jokingly called the War of the Best.
It was as if he was watching a wonderful war epic movie.
It was like the era of the Empire.
Castles, fortifications, throwing stones, and advancing step by step.
The ant infantry of both sides fought in an orderly manner. Gradually, as they fought, they even began to use military tactics, tricks, and traps. They surrounded the enemy with numbers, and even evolved into elite cavalry units …
In the end, one side defeated the other.
A beam of sunlight shone down. A king sat on a throne made of sand, as if he was old and decrepit. "I can't accept this. Great God, please give the civilization on the ground some more hope. Please don't abandon your people …"
…
The next morning.
The sunlight shone in through the window. It was very bright and beautiful.
Fu Qingjun woke up very early.
"What you think in the day, you dream at night. I dreamed of that game of chess again."
He was surprised to find that his hair had grown to the floor of the bed and was scattered on the ground. His lush black hair scattered around his head, like a beautiful sunflower slowly spreading.
He originally wanted to cut off a section of this lush and crazy hair.
However, after thinking about it, it was more convenient to insert his long hair into the small insects. He directly coiled it around his waist and curled it around.
"Long hair coiled around my waist."
He looked at himself in the mirror.
He was very energetic. His hair had grown out, and the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared. His gaze was deep and spirited, and his pupils were abnormally beautiful. His pupils were like glass beads, as if they contained countless stars in the universe.
Other people's eyes were black and white, but his eyes seemed to be colorful.
"It's said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. I don't agree. Maybe it's the two skylights of the brain … that let people see that my soul is different."
"Handsome distress."
Fu Qingjun looked at the ants again. They were crawling around the room without any intelligence.
However, something even stranger happened.
Fu Qingjun saw that the table beside the bed, which was used as a playground for dispatching soldiers, already had a simple, low stone wall and a small sand bunker. It looked like a small, scattered tribe that had been piled up by an ant nest.
The entire pear wood table seemed to be the ruins of a barbaric civilization.
"Huh??"
Fu Qingjun's expression changed, and he lowered his head again.
The drawers in the wooden table were hollowed out and turned into a staircase that connected from the table to the drawers below.
Inside the drawers, there were wooden houses made of mud and wood.
It formed a well-proportioned underground building, like a child's Lego castle.
The most eye-catching thing was that there was a pot of sunflowers placed at the corner of the wooden table in front of the window. In the center of the sunflower's large round flower was a mud seat.
Fine golden sunlight sprinkled on the sunflowers, facing the window of Room 307 and the busy streets below.
"Throne of Flowers?"
His pupils shrank fiercely, and he found the corpse of an ant that had died of old age on the seat.
"Huh?
"Huh?
"That dream last night actually came true?
"Maybe it wasn't a dream at all?"
"Giving life and intelligence as a giant, creating a super-small demon kingdom with intelligent life, I can really do it!" Fu Qingjun's breathing quickened, and he felt that he had touched the supreme taboo of the gods.
"When I reincarnated in time and space, some kind of miraculous ability actually appeared …??"
"Hahahaha!!!"
Fu Qingjun was extremely happy and laughed wildly.
He was happy and sad at the same time. He had learned 17 years of social programming knowledge, but it was useless! On the contrary, the 17 years of hairline gave him a surprise!
The world was unpredictable.
But his 17 years of hard work still paid off.
"In other words, the ants that I used to play chess last night really gained intelligence and became demons after I went to sleep, and they really fought …
"But! But it's only been one night. How can they build a castle? Did they turn on an accelerator? "He hurriedly looked for the ants.
However, he found that the ants were still crawling around consciously, with no signs of intelligence at all. They had no intelligence like last night.
"Illusion?
No, how can this castle be explained??? "
Fu Qingjun was completely shocked!
After carefully examining the ants, a strand of hair was slowly pulled out from his waist with a puff. It rotated softly in the air and re-inserted into the brain of one of the ants.
There was still no trace of intelligence.
The only unusual thing was that he had clearly "charged" their brains last night before going to sleep, but now there was no soul in their brains …
"Exhausted?
Out of power in one night? "
Fu Qingjun really couldn't explain it.
"Did they use up their brains?" After studying for a while, he could only charge the brains of these ants again and wait for the next observation.
"However, in the battle of the best last night, a large number of these ants really died. Although the rest were unconscious, as survivors of the battle, they were strong and sturdy, shiny and black, and their armors were thicker … Now it's like breeding insects?"
Wasn't it like breeding insects?
Letting the little insects kill each other …
Fu Qingjun scratched his head and then studied the mosquitoes, snails, and flies in the small bottle. It was the same, his mind was blank.
He directly filled them again and put them back into the bottle.
"It's a little ridiculous." After he was done with all these, he suddenly had a bold idea. He had tried everything, but he had forgotten about the ancient ship. Could it be inserted into the ship as well?
"Whoosh."
Several strands of hair were pulled out and pierced into the ancient ship from all directions. Suddenly, he vaguely felt that he had entered the interior of the ancient ship and was leaving his own mark.
"I'm assimilating the ancient ship?"
He was wild with joy, but he felt that the influx of his mental strength was like an itch, as if the mental strength required was as vast as the sea.
On the contrary, the ancient ship seemed to have opened up a space-time gap with his mental strength, opening up a super-small space-time tunnel the size of an ant.
Fu Qingjun instinctively inserted himself into the tunnel with great familiarity.
"Pfft!"
There was a strong piercing pain coming from the other side!
Fu Qingjun was so scared that his whole body shrunk, and a section of his hair was instantly burnt. 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! That's the tunnel back to Earth … "
It seemed like time had started to flow.
It was already the second day, 26th of August.
If he was not wrong, it was connected to his house, and the area near the city had completely turned into an intense radiation ruin, the forbidden land of death.
The strong radiation was also extremely strong, destroying all living beings that wanted to step into it.
"Mental strength can indeed drive the ancient ship. The anchor has been dropped, and the tunnel has been completely established, which means that we can go back. I wonder what's the situation over there." Fu Qingjun frowned.
He was still very worried about his parents and his two masters.
"If there's something that can go over there and spy on the surrounding wasteland environment, it would be great if we can save people in the wasteland …"
"However, radiation will deform and mutate living beings." He frowned.
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