Right now, he could only open up a tunnel of a few millimeters and let the ants through. Was he going to start a war to save people?
"Save the survivors of the doomsday ruins? Remote control of hair? " Fu Qingjun glanced at the ants and shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not an idiot. My hair is more than tens of thousands of meters long. Wouldn't it be pulled into a telephone pole?"
Not to mention anything else, he had to wait for the nuclear radiation to dissipate a little.
After coming to this world, Fu Qingjun was very adaptable. Soon, he felt hungry again and began to cook.
Even if his home was gone, he still had to live.
Although he had a temporary home in the parallel world, he really didn't have any sense of belonging. After all, there was still a corpse lying on the ground in his home!
Should he still rely on the beautiful big sister next door to give him warmth?
Unrealistic.
On the other side, there was someone he cared about.
Soon, after breakfast, he looked out of the window. The bright sunshine of the other world shone down. The city was unusually noisy, but he had no desire to explore and go out at all.
Fu Qingjun scratched his head and began to think about last night's research again.
"How can ants … build a city? Could it be that low-level insects without souls will forcibly form blank souls as I inject them? "
This was a very crucial discovery!
"But the capacity of the brain is too small. It can only be like a ghost parasitic on the body of an ant, so it dissipates after a while?"
This might be the reason why the brains of the ants were empty this morning and continued to crawl around randomly.
After all, most insects and even fish did not have a cerebral cortex. Only a small number of higher life forms had such activities as "emotions" and "thinking".
If this was really the case, he might have to find some intelligent animals that had their own souls from the beginning and had the conditions of a high-level brain, such as cats and dogs … Only their brains could perfectly accommodate a large amount of soul substance to absorb and become a real demon!
"Gurgle."
His stomach screamed again.
"It's only been an hour since breakfast, and I'm hungry again." Fu Qingjun took a look and found that there was no rice in the jar. He had actually eaten half a jar of rice yesterday.
Was he still human?
It was simply a bottomless pit.
Fu Qingjun even suspected that he was eating for those ants!
"I have to think of a way to buy rice."
However, it was impossible for him to go out. Even if there was a dead person in the house, it was impossible for him to go out. He planned to ask the mature big sister next door to help him go out and buy rice, and also help him get to the train station to apply for leave on behalf of the original owner.
After all, having the same face was very useful.
Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that Li Mo went out to work. After squatting at the door for a while, he heard a sound next door. Li Mo walked out of Room 307.
Soon, Li Mo saw Fu Qingjun's head poking out of the door. He was sitting at the door and looking at the scenery outside the corridor. She immediately felt awkward.
Why was this decisive, fierce, and ferocious person in charge of the train station poking his head through the crack of the door again?
She looked at Fu Qingjun's shoulder-length hair in surprise through the crack of the door. The girl's face was full of confusion. Why did his hair grow out?
Ta, ta, ta.
However, Fu Qingjun's "confession" had completely extinguished her curiosity. She didn't dare to look further and study the various anomalies … This time, she directly pretended not to see Fu Qingjun. She looked straight ahead and quickened her pace.
"I'm wearing a wig."
But at this time, Fu Qingjun didn't plan to let her go.
The master said that humans were animals. Whoever was embarrassed first would be in a weak position.
Although he tried to pretend to be deep and murderous, he couldn't pretend to be someone who had never even killed a chicken. He just tried to pretend to be serious and stuck his head out. "Li Mo, I'm at a critical juncture in my martial arts practice. I want to ask for your help to apply for leave at the train station."
"Oh."
This time, when Li Mo heard that Fu Qingjun didn't mention those embarrassing words, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She also stopped thinking about the problem of real hair and wig. "Go to the train station? I can take a detour when I go to work. But Brother Fu is going to break through? You've clearly lost it … "
However, it seemed that there were some other evil martial arts that forced her to break through.
She suddenly had a look of realization.
She suddenly felt a subtle sense of loss and guilt.
After all, he had just confessed his love to her yesterday. It was the first time that she had seen this powerful and overbearing gang leader who fought on the streets so gently and only talked to her in a soft voice. His face was gentle and immature …
Fu Qingjun didn't know what she was thinking and replied, "Yes, I'm going to break through, so I have to go into seclusion. I need to concentrate and it's not good for me to go out."
"It's great to be able to break through."
Li Mo said happily, "In the battle a few days ago, I thought that Brother Fu could win and take over the entire unloading business at the dock. Who knew that guy cheated! He let a man he didn't know point a gun at him in the crowd under the ring. Brother Fu saw the dark muzzle and was directly distracted, so he was plotted against … "
"That man has no martial arts ethics, but he said that he didn't use a gun and didn't break the rules." As Li Mo said this, Fu Qingjun vaguely recalled some fragmented memories.
Li Mo was also extremely angry and reached a consensus. "However, if Brother Fu Yun can break through, our brothers are still waiting to kill him and let him know who the real boss of the train station is!"
Fu Qingjun didn't answer.
How could he pull himself together? He had already hung himself.
However, Fu Qingjun listened carefully and indirectly talked about Brother Fu's glorious deeds.
As he listened, he felt that this matter was too strange.
First, he had no connections, and second, he had no capital. In the past three years, with his strong personality and charisma, he had pulled a group of brothers from the train station, relying on the ruthlessness of a wolf.
He was heroic and straightforward, never playing dirty tricks, and was an open and aboveboard person. His Iron Thread Fist swept in all directions, and he was very popular in the neighborhood. Li Mo was often harassed by the gangsters in the building, and it was Fu Qingjun who stood up for her.
Hearing such a heroic character, Fu Qingjun couldn't help but give a thumbs up in admiration and exclaim, "As expected of me."
Then, the suspicious point was revealed.
Such a person was fierce, iron-headed, strong-willed, ruthless, and righteous. How could he be so cowardly as to hang himself after being schemed against? He should have bitten back fiercely.
Fu Qingjun thought that there must be something fishy about this matter, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.
It didn't matter how he died, but how he inherited the inheritance was important.
And Iron Thread Fist?
Fu Qingjun pondered in his heart that there was actually some kind of martial arts.
The marble-like fine muscles were obviously more than 150 kilograms for a normal person of 1.9 meters. It could be seen how exaggerated the muscle density was.
It was almost impossible for a normal human to achieve.
Fu Qingjun said, "About the leave, I'll leave it to you! If possible, ask the brothers at the station not to disturb me before I come out of seclusion, so as not to alert the enemy. I need absolute rest. "
"No problem, I will secretly tell them not to disturb you." Li Mo was a little embarrassed and was ready for battle. "The job I asked for …"
"Please rest assured, I promise you! I will arrange it immediately when I come out of seclusion. "
Fu Qingjun took out some silver and said, "In addition to the leave, there is no rice at home. Please buy it for me when you go out later."
"No problem."
After confirming that Li Mo had left, Fu Qingjun returned to the room.
He really had to find a way to deal with the corpse.
The weather was not hot now. It was fine for a day or two, but the smell would not be able to be covered up after a while …
"I have to get a new batch of ant test materials." Next, Fu Qingjun placed a few rice grains on the ground in the room and directly controlled an ant. He asked the spy to tell him that there was food here and summon the ant colony from the ant nest.
Soon, the spy ant led a group of ants to line up one by one to find food.
Fu Qingjun inserted his hair one by one to get rid of them, so as to continue to assimilate the ant nest. In the end, most of the ants rebelled, and they even carried back a struggling, four-legged queen in a group.
"Done."
Fu Qingjun planned to have a real battle of the top later. He had to study the situation of those ants.
Then, having nothing to do, he looked at the sunflower and suddenly slapped his head. "Ah! I forgot that I have never inserted plants before. "
He began to excitedly use his hair to stab into the plant and found that he could also insert, but the process was extremely jerky and not as fast as animals.
"Spray it full."
Fu Qingjun did not care about the time. After he was done, he looked at the corpse. The strange thing was that it did not start to stink. It was even vivid, as if it had died not long ago …
"Could it be that the muscles are so dense that even microorganisms can't bite through it, so it can't stink?" Fu Qingjun was completely shocked. Martial arts? This world of World War II seemed to be hiding an unusual and mysterious power.
He rummaged through the room and found two martial arts manuals in a secret compartment.
One of them was a basic entry-level pole-standing technique that required strength to build up. It seemed to be a popular book.
The other was Iron Thread Fist.
He flipped open the manual of Iron Thread Fist and saw a line of words:
"Those who are not of Fu Village's bloodline cannot learn it."
Fu Qingjun opened it and glanced at it. It did not feel that mysterious.
The little person in the picture was posing, punching, and training specific muscles. With the help of a special potion, the muscles and strength of the arms were constantly honed, and a few iron rings were put on the arms as weapons.
Fu Qingjun even found a special pot of potion next to the manual. It seemed to be the potion used to practice Iron Thread Fist.
Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little disappointed. "Iron Thread Fist. The name sounds simple and traditional. It's not the kind that can fly in the sky or burrow into the ground."
Three hours later, Li Mo came back with the supplies at noon.
"I told your brothers about it. They are very excited and said that they will wait for your return." Li Mo acted as a messenger.
"Got it. Let them wait! Don't disturb me. I need silence for a breakthrough in martial arts … Just leave the things at the door. "Fu Qingjun closed the door.
Fu Qingjun continued to stew in the big pot and ate big mouthfuls of white rice.
A few hours passed, and in the afternoon, Fu Qingjun suddenly felt a mysterious feeling coming from the ant's body.
His eyes showed a hint of excitement.
"There's something wrong with these ants again!"
"Wait a minute. Last night, the War of the Best filled their brains. After a few hours, when they fell asleep at night, the ants developed intelligence … Now it's also full, and a few hours have passed …"
Fu Qingjun became excited. He vaguely grasped something.
Could it be that after being fully charged, it would take a few hours of fermentation before intelligence was completely born?
He began to study the ants!
This time, he clearly felt that the ants did not have their own souls. At this time, it seemed that a new parasitic blank high-quality soul had been born and attached to the bodies of each ant.
The ants began to crawl around as if they had high intelligence and were curiously exploring the surroundings.
It seemed that these souls from Fu Qingjun were too advanced, causing them to instantly have mature souls after becoming demons.
They were not like humans or any primates who needed to grow from young to mature … and so on. They needed to constantly grow, improve their intelligence, and develop their own souls. They …
Were born holy!
This word inexplicably appeared in Fu Qingjun's mind.
"The dream I had last night was really not a dream. I really had such high intelligence for a moment!"
"They could receive the knowledge I taught them like sponges and begin to develop their tribes all at once. They even began to study all kinds of siege warfare."
"And now, they are actually … taking the initiative to build their own country! They are laying their own gardens! " Fu Qingjun sat in front of the table in shock. He looked at the castle on the wooden table that did not need to be controlled. The ants moved freely on the wooden table.
He saw a scene that he could not believe in his life.
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