My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

This time it was Fu Qingjun's turn to crack.

Shougong sand.

This is a world where women are superior to men, men keep their chastity, stay in the boudoir, and wait to get married?

"Ah! I'm sorry." She suddenly realized that she had asked something that shouldn't be asked, and she was full of apologies.

"I'm so abrupt, I'm so sorry! I just feel, I feel...just..." She was incoherent for a while, and couldn't find any euphemistic words to explain, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

If it was a normal situation, she wouldn't lose her composure like this at all, but her nerves were broken by the shock, and she said that sentence all at once...

"Please...give me an answer tomorrow, that job is really important to me." The gentle and beautiful elder sister bowed down to salute. The shock she received at the moment was too great, and she hurried back to the next door in fright.

"This beautiful big sister in her twenties is still too young." Fu Qingjun stared at her as she entered the door for a while, instead of closing the door and going back, he looked at the surrounding environment downstairs in the distance.

The sun was shining and it was afternoon.

It is an old-fashioned four-story residential building similar to a student dormitory building.

The houses in the building are side by side. When everyone goes out, there is a corridor with a pole for drying clothes. The house has a sense of age and looks very old.

"It's still a peaceful world. The Qixi Festival here didn't encounter any weird incidents like ours." Taking a deep breath, he looked at the number plate and lived in 306 on the third floor.

There is an old-fashioned iron mailbox next to the door, and the first floor below seems to be a restaurant for eating, and there are pedestrians coming and going.

Some men on the road have short hair and short hair, full of muscles, like coolies who worked on the docks in the last century. Some men have high crowns and long hair fluttering, similar to the hairstyles of ancient literati and scholars.

To distinguish occupations by hairstyle?

He looks into the distance.

It seems that because it is a slum area, there are not even some telephone poles and old-fashioned cars from the industrial era. Occasionally, some people on bicycles are dressed in special uniforms.

Even occasionally on the road, there are blond and blue-eyed foreigners.

In the distance is the gate of the block, a tall sign is hung, and it is written on both sides inside and outside:

[Foreigners entering must register]

Fu Qingjun vaguely seemed to see the old-fashioned atmosphere of the Ax Gang in the "Kung Fu" movie.

"Like the era a hundred years ago? The environment is very chaotic, but at the first glance, he didn't see a good place to dump the corpse." He stared at the door next to him for a while, making sure that Li Mo didn't appear again, and then slowly walked back to the room. Close the door.

He looked at the corpse again, not knowing what to do with it.

After thinking about it, he lifted the arms and sleeves of the corpse, revealing a little red dot on the strong bronze muscle, and Fu Qingjun's expression softened a little.

"Chastity is still..."

Not being tarnished, now the cause of his suicide is obviously ruled out directly.

"However, even such a strong man has Shou Gongsha."

Fu Qingjun was very surprised. Isn't this outrageous?

He is extremely curious about the customs of this world.

"It seems that civilization is still clearly in the industrial age. The world of backward technological civilization has already begun to have aircraft, cannons, and even ancient warriors with some muscular muscles?"

Obviously not a world where women are superior to men.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Fu Qingjun, a warrior who seemed to be working on the pier. Could it be related to the cultivation of warriors, to protect his youth, Yang Qi and other things?

"But the most important thing is to deal with the corpse."

It seems that because of the relaxation of the whole person, a strong sense of hunger flooded into the mind, and the brain began to feel dizzy due to a large lack of energy.

He hurriedly rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the house looking for food.

Fortunately, there is still half a jar of rice in the rice jar in the house.

He directly turned on the fire to cook, wolfed down the meal, and after more than half an hour gradually digested it, he barely recovered.

"I really turned into a monster."

Fu Qingjun stared blankly at the disappearance of a large pot of rice, eating more than two or three brick-moving men combined, "I am still dry all over, no matter how much I eat, I am still weak, and the energy from eating has been absorbed on the head."

Fu Qingjun remembered reading a science popularization:

Human beings use their brains excessively, and they also consume a lot of energy in their bodies.

"I won't eat like crazy for energy conversion, I can't keep up with the energy consumption of my head, right?" Fu Qingjun felt bad all of a sudden.

If you use simple addition and subtraction, if you add more than 6,000 souls together, isn't the energy consumption of the brain 6,000 times?

The brain is a super CPU. Can the low current and voltage of the AA battery in the body be replenished?

It's a power issue.

Even if he eats like crazy, if his body's digestion ability can't keep up, wouldn't that mean he must die?

And even if you keep up with the energy supply, replenishing your energy will only make you more noisy, and your head will be squeezed alive by the strong and inflated mental energy, and you will feel even more headache!

call!

Fu Qingjun's sense of exhaustion was not so strong as he continued to digest and eat. At the same time, he found that the top of his head was painful and itchy, and the mental power seemed to be growing out of the ground.

He touched his head, and unexpectedly began to re-grow fine, soft, fluffy young hair, tough and supple.

I have long hair?

Suddenly,

Sit up in shock in dying!

He was ecstatic that his manly dignity had returned. The second master Mediterranean hairdresser has always told himself that hair is the dignity of a man, and he thinks it makes sense.

But he soon noticed something even weirder.

The hair is like a soft arm, which can be manipulated to squirm, even stand upright, and make various actions.

Crash.

He hurriedly came to the mirror, and there seemed to be a row of short grass growing on his head, swaying with the wind.

"Sure enough, as soon as I came out of reincarnation, there was a mutation."

Fu Qingjun was shocked, and said, "Those people with superpowers can bend stainless steel spoons directly with their thoughts, but I can only bend my... hair?"

? ? ?

I have saved for seventeen years, and this is all you have?

That's it?

Are you worthy of your mysterious, magical and invincible ancient ship?

"Since my mental power can bend my hair, then..." He tried to bend the spoon with his mental power, but found that it didn't work at all.

Then, I tried to focus on moving the small bottle again, but it didn't move at all.

Even in the end, I found that the mental power couldn't even move the paper.

He is going to cry!

However, being keen, he soon discovered that his current hair was a bit special.

He felt that his five senses began to become extremely sharp. As the hair grew, it turned out to be like antennas, sensing any slight wind and grass around him.

The hair was constantly swaying on the top of the head, looking extremely weird.

A fly flies overhead.

Pooh! ! !

A strand of hair turned into a needle and thread, pierced into the fly's body, and then flung it against the wall.

"It's as flexible as hands." Fu Qingjun was a little horrified, he just wanted to use his hands to drive away the flies on a conditioned reflex, but his hair was instantly slapped to death following his own thoughts.

"Wait, I just inserted my hair into the body of the fly, and something seems to be pouring out, and my mind doesn't seem to be so painful anymore."

Fu Qingjun bent down and searched for ants on the ground, "Can you share some of your brain with excessive soul explosion and your own pain?"

The sanitation at home is very poor. I quickly caught an ant and inserted my hair into the ant again.

Spiritual power poured in like a torrent.

Boom!

The ant's brain exploded directly with the influx of souls, and limp on the ground.

Although the reduction is very small, I can still feel the sense of relief.

"it works!"

Maybe it's like the pressure difference?

My own brain is like a pressure cooker, as long as it is connected to an exhaust pipe, it can be directed to other places?

But Fu Qingjun was very happy, which meant that his headache could be relieved!

His ability to accept is still very strong!

In the spirit of scientific exploration of high school students who have been to the chemical laboratory, he began to use his hair to crazily insert bed boards, steel bars, wooden boards, wires, mud walls... and even tried to use it on that corpse, but Nothing happens.

"What a pity my hair can only be inserted into living things."

He had a great time playing, and found himself with strong and superimposed spiritual power, and suddenly felt a bit like the evil snake-haired Medusa in Western mythology, with flying hair.

...

...

The hair is extremely sensitive, like turning into a bug trap.

Fu Qingjun began to experiment with living things, and found some living things that could be found in the house, some flies, mosquitoes, ants, and snails.

The hairs began to insert rapidly, testing their carrying capacity.

Hula-la--

Fu Qingjun played with these small animals, instilled his soul, and unknowingly studied them until it was dark.

And his hair grew crazily at a rate of a few centimeters an hour. In just seven or eight hours, Fu Qingjun had a strange head of lush black long hair.

He understood it completely.

If you compare your head to a round flowerpot, then the "brain" is the white soil inside the flowerpot.

Supplement nutrients to the "white soil" by yourself, water and fertilize, then you will grow hair that is rooted in the brain and can be called tender grass?

As long as I keep supplementing the soil of my brain with nutrients, the hair branches will keep growing, just like leeks.

"The hair is like the soft tentacles rooted in the brain, floating in mid-air like catkins!"

Fu Qingjun made up the perspective picture: a white brain covered with black hair ducts... only felt an inexplicable evil and horror.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"Why do you think so much, scare yourself." He restarted the experiment, outputting along the hair, and the small insects exploded one by one.

"It seems that there is a limit to bear. If you output too much to them, they will explode in an instant and go to death."

But it is also a matter of course.

Fu Qingjun's own brain also has a carrying limit.

He had felt that his brain was going to explode before, but now that he saw a living example, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

"But as long as they are in the right amount, they seem to be full of energy, hungry for food, excited and excited. It seems to be able to stimulate the development of the body's potential, which seems to be very beneficial..."

"Even when my hair is inserted, I can instantly control their movements, as if I have imprinted my own spirit."

So, this is controlled by giving animals regular injections one by one... animal control?

"But it soothes your own brain."

Fu Qingjun scratched his head.

"This is to disperse my excessively inflated soul power every second...even though, these huge brain power will still be recovered after eating."

But it is a pity that the mental strength that these ants and other small insects can share is simply a drop in the bucket.

The only lucky thing is that he caught a mouse, regardless of its unbearable ability, directly blasted its brain with mental power, and the whole person was relieved for the most part, and the headache finally didn't hurt so much.

"However, if we don't squeeze their heads all at once, but instead moisten them slowly, can we continue to increase their upper limit and finally unlock their wisdom?"

Fu Qingjun is naturally familiar with the monsters in mythology who become spirits.

After all, such mysterious things happened on the ancient ship. Wouldn’t it be very exciting if I could raise monsters... If I raise more, I will build a civilization of monsters...

Perhaps this is the correct use of brain hair.

Hula la! ! !

"You can try to control them." Fu Qingjun became excited, sitting on the chair, the long black hair on the back of his head, dancing wildly, like a dragon and snake, nimbly piercing hundreds of ants on the table, Like puppets on a string, they were divided into two neat queues.

kill!

The puppet ants on both sides quickly launched a charge.

The ants fight together, and the scene is like an ancient army fighting a battle.

"There is no IQ at all, and their actions can be easily controlled."

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, lowered his head seriously, and used his flying hair to control the ants army on both sides of the table, forming formations and playing with great interest.

"Is this... auto chess?"

It's an interesting experiment. I control the confrontation between the two armies by myself, just like a person playing the two camps of chess on the table.

"More likely, this is an ant war controlled by the hair on the top. It can be called... the war on the top." He stared at the table with his hair fluttering.