That's interesting, isn't it?

Fu Qingjun felt like a puppeteer, controlling the small puppet with a hairline.

A bold thought popped into him.

What if you could stick a living person's brain out of your hair?

But he quickly shook his head.

That's too dangerous.

I still don't know my soul mutation ability, so if I squeeze other people's heads, or if I have some mental illness, it will be troublesome.

"However, my abilities seem to be gradually becoming clearer. ”

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair and glanced at the direction of the big sister's house that had just been sent away next door,

"There is a special qualitative change in the brain and soul, and the hair can be turned into a conduit that can deliver some kind of soul root to the brains of other creatures, and what is this power, soul power, spiritual power, life force?"

"Is it so special that the human soul is stacked to a certain extent?"

Fu Qingjun felt that the soul of life was really mysterious.

He was addicted to research and couldn't extricate himself, but soon he was hungry again, rubbed his stomach and continued to cook, "Hungry so fast, it's like running like crazy, consuming a lot of physical calories, after all, there are too many brains spurting." ”

"But I just drove away my neighbors, and when I first arrived, I still have to deal with the trouble of identity thoroughly. ”

After eating, it was already completely night, and it was dark outside, and I kept sorting out all kinds of things that broke out today.

"It's nice to have a day without reincarnation. ”

He glanced at the corpse and felt that he could not drag it at all.

His small arms and legs, the risk of burying the corpse at night is too great, and the success rate is extremely low, he has been reincarnated for seventeen years, and his heart is really big, and he is very calm and begins to study the role of hair again.

Soon, Fu Qingjun continued to control the war on top, sitting at the table and playing auto-chess, and in the era when there was no computer, he actually played the fun of video games.

And after several hours of control, slowly conveying and grinding, it seems that the conveying and squeezing has reached the ultimate limit of the creature of ants.

But wisdom cannot be born.

"Is this the case with ants, could it be that their brains are too small to become sperm at all?"

Fu Qingjun pondered, the first time he conducted biological experiments, he planned to continue to gently test the upper limit of an ant to see if he could make a breakthrough.

Boom!

The ants exploded on the spot.

"Their brains are too small, they are already at the limit of their development, and they can't have intelligence. ”

Fu Qingjun felt speechless, threw the ants on the table, and sprinkled a handful of white rice.

Glancing at the old-fashioned alarm clock, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

"On the first night of the new world outside, I went to bed, and tomorrow I studied the corpses in the house, and how to deal with the neighbors, and the various social circles. ”

He lay directly on the hard wooden bed, his mind was groggy, and he also fell asleep.

That night, he still had a dream.

I dreamed that I was a high god, overlooking the earth, and my slender hair pierced the earth from the void and vast sky.

Like the sacred ancient willow slowly hanging down, it is regarded as a sky totem pole, supporting the pillars of the heavenly realm.

Countless primordial black shadow creatures below are chanting and worshipping the unknown void gods in the sky, calling for his honorific name.

Teach them to build castles themselves, start building tribes, and primitive gardens appear.

"Go on with the war. ”

They continued the top-up war that Fu Qingjun jokingly called.

I seem to have seen a wonderful war epic civilization movie.

Like the Age of Empires.

Castle, fortification, stone throwing, step by step.

The infantry on both sides fought in a neat and orderly manner, and gradually with the fighting, they even began to appear the art of war, tricks, traps, with more encirclement and less, and even evolved into cavalry elite units...

In the end, one side defeated the other.

A ray of sunlight shone down, and a king sat on a throne of sand, as if in his twilight years, "I am not reconciled, great god, please give some hope to the civilization of the earth, please do not abandon your people..."

...

The next morning,

The sunlight outside the window is shining brightly.

Fu Qingjun got up very early.

"I thought about it day and night, and I dreamed of that game of chess. ”

He was surprised to find that his hair had grown to the floor of the bed, and his long black hair was scattered around his head, like a beautiful sunflower.

For these luxuriant crazy long hair, he originally wanted to cut it directly.

But after thinking about it, it was more convenient to insert the long long hair into the small insects, so he coiled it directly around his waist and curled it around,

"Long hair at the waist. ”

He looked in the mirror.

The spirit is very full, the hair has grown, the dark circles under the eyes have disappeared, the eyes are profound, the eyes are unusually good-looking, the eyes are like glass beads, as if they contain countless stars in the universe.

The black and white eyes of others seem to be colored in their own eyes.

"It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, I don't agree, maybe they are the two skylights of the brain... It makes people see that my soul is different. ”

"Handsome distress. ”

Fu Qingjun looked at those ants again, and crawled around the house without wisdom.

But something even weirder happened.

Fu Qingjun saw that on the table next to the bed, this game field, which was used as a place to send troops, already had simple and low stone walls, and a small city with sand and soil bunkers, like a small scattered tribe with ant nests piled up.

On the entire pear wood table, it seems that the ruins of a wild civilization once existed.

Ah this??

Fu Qingjun's expression changed, and he lowered his head again.

The drawers in the wooden table were hollowed out and turned into staircases, and the drawers below were opened from the tabletop.

Sawdust and mud houses stand in the drawers.

The result is a patchwork of exquisite underground buildings, like a children's Lego castle.

And the most eye-catching thing is that there is a pot of sunflowers in the corner of the wooden table in front of the windowsill, and there is a mud seat in the center of the large disc of sunflowers.

The Throne of Clay was on the flowers, facing the window of 307, and the streets below were bustling, and the sky was shining with a golden rising red sun, and the fine golden sunlight was sprinkled on the sunflowers.

"The Throne of Flowers?"

His pupils shrank violently, and he found the corpse of an ant that died of old age for unknown reasons on the seat.

Alas?

Alas?

That dream last night, it actually came true?

Maybe it's not a dream at all?

"Giving life enlightenment, as a giant, to create a super-small intelligent life demon kingdom, I can really do it!" Fu Qingjun breathed rapidly, feeling that he had already been involved in the supreme forbidden realm of the gods.

I was reincarnated in time and space, and I really had some kind of miraculous ability...??

Hahahaha!!

Fu Qingjun was extremely happy in his heart and laughed wildly.

He was happy and sad at the same time, he had learned the knowledge of social animal programmers for 17 years, and he didn't have a little fart when he came out! On the contrary, it was the hairline of 17 years that surprised him!

The world is impermanent.

But his seventeen years of hard work have paid off.

"In other words, I used those ants from chess last night, and after I went to sleep, I really turned on my wisdom and became a demon, and I really started fighting..."

"But, however, it's only been one night, how can they build a castle, have they turned on the accelerator?" he hurriedly searched for the ants.

I found that those ants were still crawling consciously, and there was no trace of turning on their wisdom at all, just like last night.

Hallucination?

No, how do you explain this castle???

Fu Qingjun was completely shocked!

After examining the ants seriously, a hair slowly pulled out of his waist with a pop, spun softly in the air, and reinserted into the brain of one of the ants.

There is still no trace of wisdom.

The only abnormality is that I slept last night when I was "fully charged" in their brains, and now I have no soul in my brain...

Exhausted?

Running out of power overnight?

Fu Qingjun really couldn't explain it.

"Could it be that the brain is running out?" he studied for a while, but could only refill the brains of the ants and wait for the next observation.

"However, in last night's overhead war, a large number of these ants really died, and the rest of them, although unconscious, as the survivors of the fight, were all strong, shiny and black, and their armor became thicker... Now it's like raising Gu?"

Isn't it just raising Gu?

Let the little bugs fight each other...

Fu Qingjun scratched his head, and then studied the mosquitoes, snails, and flies in the small bottle, and it was the same situation, his brain was empty.

Fill them again directly as well and put them back in the bottle.

"It's kind of outrageous. After he was busy with this, he suddenly had a bold idea, he had tried everything, and he forgot that ancient ship, could he also insert it?

Bang la blah.

Several hairs were softly pulled out, piercing into the ancient ship in all directions, and he suddenly vaguely felt that he had entered the interior of the ancient ship, and he was branding himself.

"I'm assimilating the ancient ship?"

He was ecstatic, but he felt that his spiritual power was pouring in like tickling, and it seemed that the spirit he needed was as vast as a sea.

On the contrary, the ancient ship seemed to open a gap in time and space with its spiritual power, propping up an ultra-small space-time tunnel like an ant hollow.

Fu Qingjun instinctively and skillfully slowly inserted it along the passage.

Poof!

There was a strong stinging sensation from the other side!!

Fu Qingjun was so frightened that his whole person shrank, his hair fell out in an instant, and his whole person's spiritual power could no longer withstand the opening of the tunnel, and the space was completely closed.

Fu Qingjun looked at his hair and seemed to notice something, "It's radiation! Over there is the passage back to Earth..."

It seems like time is starting to flow.

It was already the next day, August 26th.

If there is no mistake, it is his own house that is docked, and the surrounding area has completely become a strong radiation ruin, a forbidden place of death.

The strong radiation is also extremely intense, destroying all living beings who want to step in.

"Spiritual power, sure enough, can drive the movement of the ancient ship, and the anchor is thrown down over there, and the passage is completely established, which means that you can go back, I don't know what the situation is over there. Fu Qingjun frowned.

He was still worried about his parents and his two masters.

"If only something could go over there and spy on the surrounding wasteland environment and see if it could save people in the wasteland..."

"However, radiation can deform and mutate living beings. He frowned.