My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

But at this moment, the blood knight is still saying: "Young man, you dare to cheat on me. I was careless. Don't call the police. What do you want to learn? I'm currently studying how to bind prisoners..."

"Heh!! I shared the story I just made up, do you really believe it?"

Fu Qingjun typed out the words, and then directly blocked the three masters who had taught him for seventeen years.

? ? ?

The three of them were stunned, and they were shocked to find that they were blocked directly.

Fu Qingjun just had one thought:

Can't be found out by them.

If you are still reading files every day in reincarnation, and you don’t know yourself tomorrow, then you can chat as you like, but now it’s different...

"If I can get out alive now, once I am discovered, I will definitely be arrested and dissected."

Fu Qingjun directly shut down the internet.

"Just to be on the safe side, don't go out today, wait until tomorrow to reset, they don't remember my day, then go out again."

I don't know if it will work or not, but it has to be.

As for kindness...

Wait until the three of them don't know him, and go out by himself and then find a way to compensate them.

Fu Qingjun believed in his own efforts.

A programmer who has studied for 17 years and has specialized in one subject has reached the pinnacle. Once he goes out, it is a very high starting point!

But whether you can fight or not is beyond the rich second generation is another matter...

This is a very real problem. Even if a person is given seventeen more years, it is still difficult to overcome certain things.

Some people stand at the end point that you can't reach in your life when you are born.

Speaking of which, although his parents named him Fu Qingjun, he knew very well that he was not a martial arts master.

My parents were of the generation who read Gu Long and Jin Yong's novels. They were addicted to martial arts, so they gave themselves a heroic and poetic name, hoping to use their swords to walk the rivers and lakes.

Simple names such as Zhang Qiang and Zhang Qian were chosen by the previous generation of grandparents, while the new generation of parents are generally more educated, well-read poetry and books, and also influenced by the Internet.

Among the classmates, there are quite a few poetic names, X Zihan, X Haoxuan, X Wenbo... There is even a person named Ye Tiandi in the next class. This Xiuxian's name is very scary. It is simply a dimensionality reduction blow!

"And after getting out from the ancient ship, where will it appear?"

"Is it tomorrow in the true sense—August 26th, and its function is to make people 'time loop'?"

"Or did this ship really pass through the wormhole, is it a time machine in mythology, and came to the past or the future?"

"Or don't travel through time, but go to the new world?"

But no matter what, it is the last day of reincarnation.

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, stretched, and couldn't help laughing.

It is better to be unknown and mysterious than to be lifeless.

Seventeen years.

Who knows how he survived?

Being stuck in the same day is unimaginably boring, and certainly the greatest form of torture.

But his expression became complicated, "After I go out, with my current weird body, can I still live?"

During the seventeen years of reincarnation on the same day, it is not eternal. Things are gradually happening to Fu Qingjun, which makes him feel more and more distorted, terrifying and creepy...

Yes, he lost his hair.

Although bald, but not bald.

After all, I have learned so many things in theory, and the mental pressure is so great. For a young and immature senior in high school, the study intensity has been 17 years... Self-study in university, learning programming, and even starting to study medicine, the results are self-evident.

Only by sacrificing the hairline can it become stronger.

This is the poisonous chicken soup creed of my second master "Mediterranean Barber". If you don't have the courage to put all your eggs in one basket, how can you gain anything?

Fu Qingjun also thought it made sense.

In fact, his psychological age is relatively mature, so he naturally knows that it is better to beat himself bald than let the society beat him up and become a worker.

Anyway, it's impossible to be really bald here, right?

Because it resets every day.

From the panic of falling into a desperate situation at the beginning, to the day-to-day boredom of lying and rolling in bed, and then to the time when he was bored, he began to study crazily and work hard to lay the foundation for his future.

But the reality gave him a severe beating.

Still losing hair in reincarnation.

His hairline actually followed his soul to the day before.

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable.

This hair can also travel through time? ?

Can you believe it?

I, Fu Qingjun, am only a senior in high school!

In the third year of high school, I became bald like this! !

Every morning in every reincarnation, his exuberant and thick hair can't stop falling down crazily. He wants to write his emotion in a lyrical composition: Is this the human hairline?

He is not like jewelry and money, different from the wrinkles on his face, and not like the love of a young man. He will change over time, and will follow you even if you travel through time and space countless times. His emotions are delicate and he will never leave.

is man's best friend.

Crash la la la.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was extremely quiet.

The rain slapped against the outside window with a crackling sound.

"Seventeen years of rainy days, it's really annoying, but it's the last day."

Fu Qingjun thought a lot, took out a notebook from the drawer, and sorted out his thoughts on the desk with a black oil-based pen in his hand.

"However, during the seventeen years of reincarnation, I have vaguely found the causes of headaches and hair loss."

"Here I keep repeating, it's probably not my memory that is superimposing, but... my soul is superimposing!"

Every day after "August 25th", my soul flies back to the previous day. Over the past seventeen years, more than 6,000 people have superimposed themselves, and the fused soul has become stronger and stronger.

The soul is so strong that it causes a splitting headache and blows himself up alive.

Headaches and hair loss are side effects.

But if it is true, more than 6,000 of my own souls are superimposed... so what is it?

Look at it from the perspective of traditional myths: the self on countless timelines, the self in the multiverse, add up to be a saint?

But is it really possible?

He just felt that he was not dead, it was a real fluke!

He survived the bottleneck many times, felt that his brain was going to explode and thought he was going to die, but he still survived.

But if I reincarnate like this again, my head may be completely squeezed and exploded by the huge soul in a few years, because I am almost reaching the limit.

"Fortunately, I can go out now, which directly saved my life!"

He took a deep breath, sat quietly by the window, and watched the scenery outside the window on the last day.

The sky is very gloomy, blurred with the shadows of tall buildings in the distance, as if there is some unspeakable evil distortion, the gloomy clouds are like bags of flesh and blood organs, floating in the sky, like a creepy twisted shadow shady with rain fall.

Fu Qingjun sat here quietly, waiting for the last day to pass.

boom! ! !

There was thunder, and the lights in the house suddenly dimmed, as if it had fallen into darkness.

"On August 25th, at 3:17:21 p.m. on Qixi Festival, there was another power outage." Fu Qingjun raised his head, not panicked by the power outage, and looked calmly at the sky outside the window,

Usually, after three o'clock every day, I can no longer contact the masters, and can only start self-study classes.

Fu Qingjun continued to wait, and the time came to night.

Boom!

There was another thunderstorm outside.

The rain outside the night suddenly stopped, as if something was wriggling in the darkness, but nothing could be seen outside the window, a pair of huge muscle red pupils like bright red lanterns, moving faintly in the sky.

Woo!

Sitting in front of the window, Fu Qingjun felt a strong fear from the ancient ship. There was something terrible in the darkness outside the window, which made him want to run away.

Fu Qingjun was also panicked at first, but gradually he got used to it.

At this time of day, the window is covered with darkness and shadows, and the ancient ship has the feeling of "fleeing". So after seventeen years, will he escape or not?

Crash!

In the distance, in the sky of Qixi Festival, a huge golden mushroom-shaped firework bloomed. Since most of the window was blocked by the wall of the next building, only a corner could be seen clearly.

This is world nuclear peace.

Fu Qingjun didn't understand much at first, but as his mind gradually matured, he began to find out that something terrifying might have happened that day.

Most of the day after the short power outage, it seemed that some serious emergency happened.

After the momentary power outage, the dark visceral cloud, the unimaginable shadow of a giant, and the huge black curtain-like rain were expanding at an incredible speed, causing humans to use the strongest weapon that night?

This ship too was frightened and fled.

The end of the world is coming.

That's why I started it, and I happened to bring myself?

He chatted happily with the teachers every day, and joked with the people of this day, but he didn't tell them that it was only a few hours before the end of the world and the tragedy.

But if you tell it, who will believe it?

"Perhaps, this is all just my guess, maybe it's my self-indulgence."

Fu Qingjun shook his head. If it was only from the narrow sky that blocked most of the window, the special shadow outside the window might just be some kind of rare celestial phenomenon. If you see a golden mushroom firework outside the window, you will think it is world peace. Is it because you are thinking too much? up?

This does not conform to materialist dialectics.

"Maybe they really are fireworks."

But apparently, the arrival of the fireworks also means the end of the day.

The cycle starts all over again.

Click.

The world is spinning around and the room is twisting.

Fu Qingjun came to his senses again, knowing that the time had restarted.

boom! ! ! !

Back to August 25th.

It was early in the morning, the rain outside the window was gradually thickening, and the sky was dimmed.

Exactly the same scene.

Started exactly the same day.

"Finally, I can leave..." Fu Qingjun sat in front of the computer very skillfully, after thinking about it, he still typed such a title on the forum.

A completely different title from the previous seventeen years:

"This afternoon, at 3:17:21, there will be a power outage."

"Next, the world will begin to usher in the end."

"But I don't know exactly how it came. It seems like some monster invaded."

"Human society will collapse in an instant within half a day. Everyone, please be prepared. After resisting for half a day, the nuclear level will launch around the early hours of the night. Everyone should look for bunkers in advance, and even prepare food to prepare for the doomsday."

The message was sent out, and there was a quick response.

Although August 25th this year is Qixi Festival, there are quite a few singles on the Internet who have nothing to do.

"Doomsday? What doomsday?"

"Is there an outbreak of zombies? Three o'clock, isn't it a few hours away?"

"Ahh! Qixi Festival, this is a trial for our single dogs!"

"Hahahahaha! Humans with fish lips, burn you heterosexuals to death! As a thirty-year-old great magician, let the world... feel nuclear peace!"

Many people made unnutritious comments, and at the same time felt that Fu Qingjun's words were extremely ridiculous. The fishing was too rough.

Soon, some well-known respondents also left comments.

She and Jian are in the past: "Thank you for the invitation, everyone, please don't doubt it, because I also have inside information about this!"

"But why is the end of the world ushered in? I won't go into details about what happened! There are too many interests involved, and I understand everything, and the interests are related..."

...

"Farewell, masters of seventeen years, Xiao Yu'er is about to leave the Valley of the Wicked."

Fu Qingjun looked complicated, looked at the still mischievous master, finally put down the keyboard in his hand, and strode away from the room.

...

As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt a blur around him, as if he had fallen into a more realistic real world, where the smell, light, and temperature were all extremely real.

Tread.

He came to a single room, which was in the style of the 1930s and 1940s.

The desks and chairs are very old-fashioned, with various small objects piled up on the shelves, which has the messy feeling of a rented house. The most striking thing is an old-fashioned record player placed in the corner, which is obviously not the style of the modern society. .

He suddenly raised his head in shock.

The wall calendar in the corner shows August 25th, 2020.

It is also Qixi Festival, the same day of the same year.