My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

After breakfast, after clearing the table, Fu Qingjun felt relieved as he watched the tunnel continue to convey corpses one after another, falling into the liquor glass bottle.

He figured it out.

It is better not to make a mess, and build a mechanical clock line on my side, so that it is safe and not afraid of accidents...there is only an ant wine production line on the other side.

While falling into the sea of ​​suffering one after another, he also helped to explore the ruins of the doomsday.

All in all, they have explored the unit next to the corridor, and even the upstairs and downstairs units in the past three days.

However, it should be that the original Xiaoqiang in the family has mutated.

There are no people or corpses inside. It seems that I should maintain an optimistic guess:

retreated?

He remembered that the opposite was a little girl in the repeat class of the third year of high school, who had met twice, nodding acquaintance, wearing a pair of glasses, introverted and conservative, with thinning hair, heavy dark circles under the eyes, and seemed to have suffered a lot of mental pressure.

I don’t remember the other students on the upper and lower floors, but after all, it is a school district room, one bedroom and one living room, which is small enough, and students preparing for exams are renting it nearby, and the family basically has a little money.

And their current home environment is very messy, it seems that they left in a hurry, and even some valuables were not taken away, giving people the feeling that an earthquake is coming, broadcast notifications, and emergency evacuation within ten minutes...

"I almost forgot. Once upon a time, I was an ordinary senior high school student, and I also lived here, preparing for the university exam with them." He always felt a little strange that he didn't retreat with them, or that he had retreated to a strange, safer place...

Only five or six days have passed on the earth here, what drastic changes have happened?

not sure.

Take your time, though.

Speaking of it, those Xiaoqiangs were indeed terribly mutated, not just caused by nuclear radiation, but caused by that huge fog.

Fu Qingjun shook his head, "I still have to own the Angel Dynasty, establish a new earth civilization, write epic hymns, and explore the truth of the earth."

If there is really a doomsday survivor camp, I hope to see my own civilization of flying ants and angels...don't be dumbfounded.

"but..."

Fu Qingjun whispered, "After soaking these mutated ants in wine, you have to take out the ants and various medicinal materials before selling them...otherwise it will be very scary."

But that's fine too.

Take out all the medicinal residues, and others don't know the formula of the medicinal wine, it is a commercial secret.

As for desecrating the corpse, he felt nothing.

The starting point of giving life by oneself naturally has to recover the dead bones at the end point, which is an equivalent transaction.

After all, after I have developed myself, harvesting them and making them stronger can give more help to these civilizations. This is a matter of mutual benefit.

"However, these medicinal wines nourish the body and strengthen the spirit, energy, and will of martial arts. I'm afraid it will be easier for warriors in this world to condense their spirits and step into the ranks of the great masters of energy, energy, and spirit!"

"Maybe, it can greatly shorten the time for a martial artist who has cultivated for more than ten years!" He thought about the terrifying effect in his heart.

But it feels that even if it is shortened, it will not be shortened too much.

Ten years of practice may be shortened to five or six years, which may be astonishing to warriors, but to Fu Qingjun, it is not enough.

In fact, those ants can enter such a fast cultivation speed entirely because of their mutated souls, which endow them with a certain characteristic of collapsing and reorganizing their bodies.

It is so fast to let them increase the muscles, muscles, and bones crazily.

"In the final analysis, unless, I treat those warriors like those ants, insert their heads, inject my soul,

Let them enter the high-speed state of disintegration and reorganization like those ants! "

In this case, practicing martial arts, the level of improvement must be extremely fast.

"As for the speculation in this regard, I also have experimental subjects in front of me. After all, Qin Hong has experienced so many times, and the soul in her head has almost been dyed my color."

He whispered, stating the truth of the matter.

In a sense, the female human beings in this reality, like those ants, have already called their own dependents.

"Even, the soul of her empress returned to her brain, which is equivalent to superimposing the soul on her head, although it is very small... The amount of soul of an ant will be greatly diluted by her brain, but it has been completely dyed. With my characteristics, her body has already been slightly accelerated."

Of course, these are just guesswork...

It has yet to be verified.

Fu Qingjun planned to wait and see what happened.

He looked at the other side, on the floor of the room, in a circle circled by hair, a new mechanical clock factory, where the ants were working overtime.

"I feel that it is not a problem to be here all the time. I have to find a way to find a place for the production line and expand production. I don't want to think about the other side. Although the place is big, it is too dangerous... The factory address must be close to home, and I can observe and control it at any time. .”

It's not that he hasn't thought about moving and finding a single-family house.

Leaving aside the issue of money, these residential buildings in front of us are already good living areas.

Water and electricity are hard to find outside, unless you are a powerful, aristocratic, or ruling class, you can live in the real central city area. It is a single-family area. I heard that there are telegraphs and old-fashioned telephones with digital dials.

"It's really a strict class society."

But I didn't panic at all, so what if there were no telegrams and phone calls?

Although I can't get the technology in the modern ruins over there, I also have a stupid brain wave walkie-talkie.

Fu Qingjun looked at the room next to him, stood up, "Go to Li Mo next door and ask if there are any vacant or transfer rooms here."

...

the other side.

Qin Hong woke up from the dream, dripping with cold sweat.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and an invisible pressure swept away.

She calmed down, and the sharpness and killing in her eyes gradually dissipated, returning to the eyes of ordinary people, "I have killed too much, and I can hardly tell who I am."

She smiled wryly, organized her thoughts, and recalled that period of her life. Although she was a little bit reluctant, it was exciting enough not to leave any regrets.

"I hope their lifespan will be extended, break away from the lifespan of insects, and become a truly advanced civilized race!" She blessed and sorted out the harvest in her mind.

Great harvest!

I killed all the way, hammered and forged my fighting skills, killing instinct, and continued to strengthen and deepen my martial arts will, and my energy and spirit became more and more concise.

"Muscle weight, bone weight, Grand Master, I have practiced once... I am now equivalent to re-learning martial arts!" She came to the living room, picked up a broom, and brandished it like a long spear, full of power.

At the same time, she found a hot current flowing in her body, her cultivation speed became extremely fast, and her stomach began to buzz, which was the sound of hunger and thirst from every muscle cell.

"According to this speed of cultivation, I missed the golden age of martial arts training, and I can catch up quickly... Is this the great power of becoming a family member!?"

Her heart was surging, it was like a dream, she was completely convinced, and she was proud of being the family member of this ancient god and demon.

"I have gained a new life! I have understood the meaning of my life!"

She suddenly took off her round cap with small hair gracefully like a western gentleman, bowed down and bowed, revealing the clean circular seal of the demon god, with a dull hair in the center slowly swaying in the void, and said humbly:

"Praise be to the great Lord, the nameless god who travels through the void of time."