My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

"A world like a dream." Fu Qingjun lowered his head.

They cannot see themselves, even if they are sitting in front of them.

Some people on the Internet have said that ants are two-dimensional creatures in a certain sense, and humans are three-dimensional creatures to them, and low-dimensional life exists, but high-dimensional creatures cannot be seen.

In fact, whether this view is correct or not, ants do not see themselves.

Because the vision of ants is extremely low, as super myopia, they do not rely on vision to perceive the outside world at all.

The eyesight of ants cannot see the huge panorama of human beings at all.

No matter how close it is, it is like a human being sticking to the wall of a 10,000-meter-high building, and will only be able to see a complete hazy corner of the building, such as a part of nails, a part of skin...

"I sit in front of my eyes, and they can't peep at me at all."

Fu Qingjun was sitting on the table, his hair had been hung to the ground and was at the same height as his height, and his hair was flying, overlooking the ants on the entire table.

Like an indescribably huge cosmic demon god, overlooking the earth.

Fu Qingjun found an account book of the original owner, opened a new page, wrote "Desk Biological Experiment Circle No. 01" with a pen, and began to record the data:

"By injecting the soul, the ants have extremely high intelligence from the beginning..."

Soon, something even weirder happened. In Fu Qingjun's eyes, their movements became faster and faster, as if they were gradually speeding up...

double

double,

....

Seven times!

The speed was seven times faster and turned into an afterimage.

"Their speed movements are accelerating??"

Fu Qingjun vaguely sensed the reason, and excitedly took the notebook and kept writing down the abnormalities, as if recording experimental data in a chemical laboratory, looking at the petri dish,

"Preliminary guesses, such a powerful soul is already seven times the normal thinking speed, which is obviously incompatible with their low-level bodies!"

"It's like a super CPU, imprisoned in some kind of extremely slow and slow old machine, and can only move at a turtle speed."

"Thus, the ant's body was stimulated by some kind of suggestion, directly prying out the potential of the body, as if entering an extreme state of burning life, the movement began to become crazily faster, and began to keep up with the thinking speed of the soul."

"To sum it up in one sentence, their brains have thought... their bodies have also begun to keep up!"

Fu Qingjun looked down at the entire ant colony from a strange perspective in surprise, and said, "Their movements are seven times faster than their thinking. Could it be...the legendary Seven Times Realm King Fist?" ?”

This is probably because the soul is forcibly stimulating the potential of the body, overloaded, and the ant's genes may collapse at any time.

"Wait! The ultra-high-energy souls of these ants come from my input, so their bodies have to move five times faster to keep up..."

"That is to say, my soul thinking consciousness is actually... five times faster than my weak body?"

Through the ants, Fu Qingjun fully realized that his powerful soul was imprisoned by his weak body, which was also the cause of his headache.

Under normal circumstances, my thinking and actions should be five times faster than ordinary people! At that time, other people saw me as an afterimage, and I was already a true superman!

But the body couldn't keep up, as if it was put into an elderly machine.

"Maybe, like an ant, I can pry open some kind of physical limit, enter overload, and let my movements keep up with my super thinking."

"However, it is instant suicide for the body."

Fu Qingjun frowned after thinking for a while and said: "I should exercise my body. Let my weak physical fitness keep up. This is the right way. Only then can I completely digest my background and transform it into strength."

He suddenly remembered those martial arts cheats, maybe he can try them.

He kept summing up the process of the experiment, and at this moment, those flying ants were groping around the ruins again at a speed seven times faster, and established their own kingdom.

In a sense, their time sense is one hour, which is equivalent to seven hours of normal people, and their movements are as fast as afterimages.

However, with such a quick movement, Fu Qingjun could see very clearly through his hair...

This is very weird.

Could it be that the hair is really my own tentacles, like countless antennae, sensing the world?

"Now, shall I teach them to build castles again?" Fu Qingjun sat in front of the window, looking at the table, which seemed to be raising a pile of crawling millet grains, and found it very interesting.

They have begun to study the whole world.

The world on the table is blank, without knowledge, wisdom, and civilization, everything starts from scratch, just like the ancient ape-man explored the meaning of life from the age of beasts, hunted, communicated...

That one queen seems to have begun to dominate the entire new ant colony, groping around.

This time Fu Qingjun did not take any action.

Just quietly observe this ant tribe on a wooden table, don't teach them anything, and watch how they develop naturally.

He suddenly remembered himself when he was a child, squatting on the ground to watch the ants carry food, he often liked to surround them with water, or tease them with various sticks...

Soon, these ants separated scatteredly and began to explore the ruins of last night, the castle room, as if entering a maze.

They even found the food stored in the room by the previous ants.

swish...

swish...

They crawl aimlessly.

Although possessed of wisdom, he didn't know what he was going to do, so he crawled around the room blankly and began to eat food.

All of a sudden, the ants performed a strange unified movement at the same time, colliding with each other's tentacles, and gathered together as if holding some kind of meeting.

"They're actually trying to invent language."

Fu Qingjun looked at it for a while, and was immediately stunned by these holy ants.

He wrote this in his notebook,

"Ants are creatures that use pheromones as language to communicate...but it's too simple now! Now they are creating more complex pheromone languages ​​that can express emotions, and by touching tentacles, they are establishing a unified language standard for each other !"

"The beginning sign of life civilization is communication and inheritance, and communication comes from the emergence of language!"

Fu Qingjun suddenly felt a kind of instinctive fear that came from deep within tens of millions of years of genes.

In the long evolutionary history of the earth, countless organisms have been eliminated and evolved. Human beings are the only intelligent life on the earth, but the ants in front of us have developed advanced intelligence and are gestating their own civilization and era on the table... This It means that on this planet, there will be some kind of unprecedented civilization subversion!

But Fu Qingjun was very interested, because he knew that he... could control them.

Take control of these intelligent life forms that would have required hundreds of millions of years of evolutionary history to emerge!

Fu Qingjun continued to observe the development of civilization on the table curiously.

They communicated for a long time, and the tentacles collided together, unified the precise meaning of a certain vocabulary, and simple emotional expressions began to appear.

But after creating language, ants seem to start wandering around doing nothing again.

After sluggishly strumming together for a while, they were actually divided into several batches. Because of the acquisition of language, communication began to intensify. The division of labor was extremely clear, and the efficiency became extremely high.

Part of it began to leave imprints on the soil, trying to create words.

Some started building new houses in droves.

One part began to explore all the surrounding buildings substantially, opening up new territories.

In an instant, the extremely strict organization and discipline were displayed, and Fu Qingjun was surprised by their intelligence, even though ants, creatures themselves, have a strong class division of labor and discipline.

But soon, they came to the flower pot at the corner of the table, climbed up the sunflower along the branches, and found the throne.

clatter——

In an instant, there seemed to be a huge commotion among countless ants! !

swish...

swish...

They directly carried the queen ant up, directly overturned the clay throne, and vaguely saw a piece of clay tadpole aragonite slab engraved on it.

They stopped creating their own words and began to try to decipher these tadpole words.

There are only more than a hundred original text symbols.

The general meaning of the corresponding symbols is noted with pictures on it. Those ancient creatures who left the ruins in the ancient times seem to want to leave proof of their existence and express something.

At the same time, they were not only amazed by the ancient text, but also by the record picture of this ancient stone mural!

In the sky, indescribably vast, unknown, distorted creatures are hidden in the mid-air mist, and a huge chaotic airflow lingers around, as if the supreme ruler is staring coldly at every creation of this sad world. In the phantom, countless piercing The black columns of the sky fell all over the ground.

On the ground, under the gaze of the indescribable and mysterious master of the mist, two ancient clans roared and fought each other on the ground.

Sky...

earth...

This shocking and vast scene of mythology slammed into their hearts.

And looking further, this picture is followed by a text slate,

"Amiro made all things."

All ants shake thoroughly.

There was a loud rustling sound on the table. It seemed that the sound could not be made by ants. It had a kind of eerie and evil feeling.

They whisper to each other, pheromones are passed.

While continuing to look below, in the midst of shock, there was another simple sentence on the stone slab.

"We had a heated debate, and the appearance cannot be unified."

And the gloomy content behind it made all the ants feel intense fear.

On it are the creatures of the ruined era, each seeing His true appearance in the mist, and arguing because of different opinions.

One by one, weird patterns are distorted on it.

There is a picture of a giant ant with countless evil, twisted black thin legs, winding in the sky like a pillar of heaven.

There is a picture of a huge spider like an octopus, with countless long legs, piercing the ground...

There is a picture of a ball of black hair, countless flickering twisted lines floating in the air, like a black sun hanging in the air, and countless silk threads piercing the earth.

All the ants were stunned.

What the prehistoric creatures saw was different...

But there is no doubt that all the images of Amiro have the iconic feature of numerous black cylinders.

Fu Qingjun also saw this, he was a little dumbfounded, and continued to write in his notes calmly:

"Although they are smart, they have limited vision and low vision. They can't see my face clearly. They can only see a corner. With their own imagination, they can only see the leopard from the pipe. They also call me... God."

"But I'm just an ordinary human with thicker hair. It's just because of a certain event, there are more souls, and some kind of abnormality has appeared due to the superimposition. Now, it's just an ordinary human society. table for petri dish experiments..."

Fu Qingjun was still very honest.

He doesn't think he's a god, and he's unimaginably weak.

I can only use my mental power to control my hair, and other than that, my mental power can't even move the paper.

And what can hair do?

It can only float up in the air, limp and weak, not even as strong as a finger.

fight?

Someone grabs your flying hair and rips off your scalp!

Hair can only be used to plug things in.

"But for ants, I, a vast giant, can be regarded as a god in this ant nest where wisdom is born... because I easily dominate their power of life and death."

Fu Qingjun continued to read.

This moment.

The ants became even more turbulent, frightened, restless, restless, fearful... Countless emotions unfolded in Manyan, and they looked at the next record of the stone tablet.

In the prehistoric ruins of civilization, this is a discourse full of horror, morbid deep and strange,

"Death is starting to appear..."

"We did all kinds of rituals, but couldn't call..."

After this strange and horrifying story was recorded, it seemed that they had experienced unimaginable mysterious and strange events, and they began to die on a large scale, and the tribe began to disappear, and finally.

There is only one crooked sentence left on the inscription, branding the unknown, fierce fear of prehistoric creatures before death,

"Our consciousness is short, our body is long."