After eating breakfast and cleaning up the table, Fu Qingjun felt relieved as he watched the corpses being transported into the white wine bottles.
He finally understood.
It was better not to bite off more than one could chew. It was better not to mess around. He could set up a mechanical watch line here, and there was no need to be afraid of accidents … He only needed to be responsible for setting up the Ant Wine production line.
While they were falling into the sea of suffering, they could also help explore the doomsday ruins.
In the past three days, they had explored the units next to the corridor, and even the units upstairs and downstairs. There was actually a bunch of cockroaches in the house …
However, the cockroaches in the house had mutated.
There were no people or corpses in the house. It seemed that he should be optimistic.
Retreated?
He remembered that the person opposite him was a third-year high school student whom he had met twice. She wore a pair of glasses and was introverted and conservative. Her hair was sparse and she had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed to be under a lot of mental pressure.
He did not remember the other students on the upper and lower floors. However, it was a school district house with one room and one living room. It was very small. Students who were preparing for the exam were renting it.
Their house was in a mess. They seemed to have left in a hurry. They did not even take some of their valuables with them. It gave off the feeling that there was an earthquake and they had to evacuate in ten minutes …
"I almost forgot that I was also an ordinary third-year high school student. I also lived here and prepared for the university exam with them." He felt that it was strange that he did not retreat with them. Perhaps he had retreated to a strange and safer place …
Only five or six days had passed on Earth. What kind of drastic change had happened?
He was not sure.
However, he just had to take it slow.
Speaking of which, the mutation of the cockroaches was indeed terrifying. It did not seem like it was caused by the nuclear radiation. It was more like it was caused by that huge fog.
Fu Qingjun shook his head. "We still have to build our own Angel Dynasty, build a new Earth civilization, write an epic hymn, and explore the truth of the earth."
If there was really a camp of the apocalypse survivors, he hoped to see his Flying Ant Angel civilization … Don't be surprised.
"However …"
Fu Qingjun whispered, "After making the mutated ants into the wine, we have to take out the ants and the herbs before we can sell them … Otherwise, it will be very scary."
But this was also good.
Once all the dregs were taken out, the formula of the medicinal wine would become a trade secret.
As for desecrating corpses, he didn't think much of it.
He had given life to the starting point, so he naturally had to retrieve the corpses of the dead at the end. This was an equivalent exchange.
After all, once they developed, they could harvest and recycle them to become stronger. Only then would they be able to provide more help to these civilizations. This was a mutually beneficial thing to begin with.
"However, this medicinal wine can nourish the body and strengthen the spirit, qi, spirit, and will of the martial arts. I'm afraid it will be easier for the martial artists of this world to condense their spirit and step into the ranks of the Great Grandmasters who have the spirit, qi, and spirit as one!"
"Perhaps it can greatly shorten the time taken for a martial artist to cultivate for more than ten years!" He thought to himself about the terrifying effects.
But he felt that even if it was shortened, it wouldn't be shortened by too much.
A dozen or so years of cultivation could be shortened to five or six years. This might be amazing for martial artists, but for Fu Qingjun, it was not enough.
In fact, the reason those ants could enter such a fast cultivation speed was entirely because of their mutated souls, which gave them a certain characteristic of disintegrating and reassembling their bodies.
This allowed them to rapidly strengthen their bones, muscles, and bones, which was why they could be so fast.
"At the end of the day, unless I treat those martial artists like I treat those ants, insert my soul into their brains, and let them enter a high-speed state of disintegration and reassembly like those ants!"
Under such circumstances, cultivating martial arts would definitely increase one's realm extremely quickly.
"Regarding this conjecture, I also have a test subject in front of me. After all, Qin Hong has experienced so many times. The soul in her head has long been dyed with my color."
He whispered, stating the truth.
In a sense, this female human in reality had already become his kin, just like those ants.
"Furthermore, her Empress soul returning to her brain is equivalent to superimposing a soul on her head. Even though it's minuscule … the soul of an ant will be greatly diluted by her brain, but it has already been completely dyed with my characteristics, and can already make her body slightly accelerate."
Of course, these were just conjectures …
He still had to verify it.
Fu Qingjun decided to wait and see.
He looked at the other side of the room. On the floor of the room, there was a circle of hair. The ants were working overtime at the new mechanical clock factory.
"I feel that it's not a good idea to stay here all the time. I have to think of a way to find a place to produce the production line and expand production. I won't think about the other side. Although the place is big, it's too dangerous … The factory has to be located close to home, and I can observe and control it at any time."
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of moving and looking for a detached house.
Not to mention the problem of money, the residential buildings in front of him were actually already very good residential areas.
It was very difficult to find water and electricity outside. Unless he was a member of the aristocracy, or the ruling class, he could live in the real central city area. That was the detached area. He heard that there were telegraphs and old-fashioned telephones with digital dials.
"What a strict class society."
But he didn't panic at all. So what if there were no telegraphs and telephones?
Although he couldn't get the technology in the modern ruins, he still had the Adorkable Brainwave Walkie-Talkie.
Fu Qingjun looked at the house next to him and stood up. "Go ask Li Mo next door if there are any vacant or transferred houses here."
…
On the other side.
Qin Hong woke up from her dream with a start, drenched in cold sweat.
She abruptly opened her eyes, and a formless pressure swept out.
She calmed herself down, and the sharpness and killing intent in her eyes gradually dissipated, returning to the eyes of an ordinary person. "I've killed so many people that I can't even tell who I am anymore."
She smiled bitterly, sorted out her thoughts, and recalled that part of her life. Although she was a little reluctant, it was already exciting enough without leaving any regrets.
"I hope that their lifespan was extended during the Big Bang hundreds of thousands of years ago, and they can break away from the lifespan of insects and become a truly advanced civilization! Create a glorious prehistoric myth! "She gave her blessings and sorted out the harvest in her mind.
The harvest was huge!
She had killed along the way, honed her combat skills and killing instincts, and continued to strengthen and deepen her martial arts will. Her essence, Qi, and spirit became more condensed.
"Muscle Weight, Bone Weighing, and Grandmaster. I've already cultivated them once … I'm pretty much re-cultivating martial arts now!" She walked into the living room and picked up a broom. Using it as a spear, she brandished it with great vigor.
At the same time, she found that a warm current was flowing in her body, and her cultivation speed had become extremely fast. Her stomach began to buzz, and this was the sound of every muscle cell making a hungry sound.
"According to this cultivation speed, I can quickly catch up even if I missed the golden period of practicing martial arts … Is this the great power of becoming a dependent!?"
Her heart was surging. This was like a dream, and she was completely convinced. She felt proud of becoming a dependent of this ancient god.
"I've obtained a new life! I've already understood the meaning of my life! "
She suddenly took off her little round hat like a Western gentleman, bowed, and revealed a smooth round demon god seal. The ahoge in the center slowly swayed in the void, and said humbly,
"Praise the great Lord, the nameless god who traveled through time and void."
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