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

They can't see themselves, even if they're sitting right in front of them.

Someone on the Internet has said that ants are two-dimensional creatures in a sense, and humans are three-dimensional creatures to them, while low-dimensional beings exist because they cannot see high-dimensional creatures.

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

Because ants have extremely low vision, as super myopic eyes, they do not rely on their vision to perceive the outside world at all.

The ant's eyesight simply doesn't see the whole picture of a huge human being.

Even if you stick it closely, it is like a human being sticking to the wall of a 10,000-meter-high building, and you will only be able to see a complete corner of the hazy building, such as part of the nails, part of the skin...

"I'm sitting in front of me, and they can't even peep into me. ”

Fu Qingjun sat on the table, his hair had hung to the ground and was level with his height, his hair was flying, overlooking the ants on the entire table.

It looks like an indescribably huge cosmic demon god, overlooking the earth.

Fu Qingjun found a ledger of the original owner, turned a new page, wrote "Desk Biological Test Circle No. 01" with a fountain pen, and then began to record data:

"By injecting souls, the ants have the highest intelligence from the beginning...."

Soon, something even stranger appeared just after taking notes, in Fu Qingjun's eyes, their movements were getting faster and faster, as if they were gradually speeding up...

Double,

twice

....

Septuple!

Seven times faster, it turned into an afterimage.

"Their speed is moving, speeding up??"

Fu Qingjun vaguely sensed the reason, and excitedly took the notebook and kept writing down the abnormality, as if he was recording the test data in the chemistry laboratory, looking at the petri dish,

"Preliminary guess, such a powerful high-quality soul is already seven times the thinking speed of normal consciousness, and it is obviously incompatible with their low-level ant body!"

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

"The speed of thinking consciousness is seven times, and the speed of body movements is double, so the body of the ant is stimulated by some kind of suggestion from the soul, and directly pries open the potential of the body, as if entering some extreme state of burning life, and the movement begins to become crazy and faster, and begins to keep up with the speed of the soul's thinking. ”

In a word, they came up with the idea... The body, too, is starting to keep up!"

Fu Qingjun was surprised to overlook the entire ant colony from a strange perspective, and said, "Their movements are so fast that they can keep up with the speed of thinking seven times, is this possible... The legendary Sevenfold King Fist?"

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

"Wait, these ants' ultra-high-level souls, because they come from my input, cause the ants' bodies to move seven times faster to keep up with ....."

"That is, my soul thinking consciousness, actually.... It's already seven times faster than my weak body?"

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

Under normal circumstances, one's thoughts and movements should be seven times faster than ordinary people! At that time, everyone else saw themselves as afterimages, and he was already a real superman!

But the body can't keep up, as if it is loaded into an old man's machine.

Perhaps, I can also pry some kind of physical limit like an ant, enter overload, and let the movements keep up with my super thinking. ”

"However, for the body it is instantaneous suicide. ”

Fu Qingjun thought for a while and frowned: "I should exercise my body, let the weak physical fitness keep up, this is the right way, this is the right way, this is the way to completely digest my essence and transform it into strength." ”

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

He kept summarizing the process of the experiment, and at this time, those flying ants were seven times faster, and they actually groped on the ruins again and established their own kingdom.

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

However, with such a fast movement, Fu Qingjun can see it very clearly through his hair....

It's weird.

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

"Now, will I teach them to build a castle again?" Fu Qingjun sat in front of the window, looking at the table, like raising a bunch of millet grains crawling around, and thought it was very interesting.

They have already begun to study the whole world.

The world on the table is blank, there is no knowledge, wisdom, civilization, everything starts from scratch, just like the ancient apes from the age of beasts to explore the meaning of life, hunting, communicating...

The queen ant 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 the ant tribe on this wooden table, don't teach them anything, and see how they go with the flow.

He suddenly remembered his childhood self, squatting on the ground and watching the ants carry food, and he often liked to circle them with water, or tease them with various small sticks...

Soon, the ants parted apart and began to explore the ruins of the previous night's ruins, the castle rooms, as if entering a labyrinth.

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

Rustle...

Rustle...

They crawl aimlessly.

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

Suddenly, the ants appeared in a strange unison, colliding with each other's tentacles, and gathered together as if holding some kind of meeting.

"They're trying to create language. ”

Fu Qingjun looked at it for a while, and was immediately stunned by these born and sacred ants!

He quickly and eagerly wrote down the following words in his notebook,

"Ants are creatures that use pheromones as language to communicate.... But now it's too simple! Now they're creating more complex, emotionally expressive pheromone languages, and they're making a unified standard of language for each other by touching their tentacles!"

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

Fu Qingjun suddenly felt an instinctive fear from the depths of his genes for tens of millions of years.

In the long history of the evolution of the earth, after countless biological elimination and evolution, human beings are the only intelligent life on the earth, but the ants in front of them have appeared with advanced intelligence, and are giving birth to their own civilization and era on the table... This means that there will be some kind of unprecedented civilization subversion on this planet!

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

To control these advanced intelligent lifeforms, which would have taken hundreds of millions of years of evolutionary history, could have appeared!

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

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

But after creating language, ants seem to have begun to wander around idly again.

After a long period of sluggish messing, they were divided into several batches, and because they had acquired language, they began to intensify their communication, and the division of labor was extremely clear, and the efficiency became extremely high.

Part of it began to leave something on the dirt, trying to create words.

Some began to build new houses in droves.

Some of them began to explore all the surrounding buildings in a big way, opening up new territory.

In an instant, Fu Qingjun was surprised by their wisdom, although ants themselves have a strong class division of labor and discipline.

But soon they came to the pot in the corner of the table, followed the branches, climbed up the sunflower, and found the throne.

Whoop -

In an instant, there seemed to be a huge riot of countless ants!!

Rustle...

Rustle...

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

They stopped creating their own writing and began to try to decipher the tadpole scripts.

There are just over a hundred original literal symbols.

The approximate meaning of the corresponding symbols is noted with pictures, and the ancient creatures of the ancient era who left behind the ruins seem to want to leave proof of their existence and express something in ancient words.

At the same time, they were amazed not only by the ancient writing, but also by the recorded images of this ancient stone slab mural:

In the sky, the indescribable vastness of unknown twisted creatures was hidden in the mist of mid-air, and the huge chaotic air flow lingered around, as if the supreme lord was staring coldly at every creation of this sad world, and in the shadows, countless black columns piercing the sky fell to the ground.

And above the earth, under the watchful eye of the unspeakable mysterious mist master, two ancient clans roared and fought each other on the land.

Sky...

Earth...

This shocking mythological scene slammed into their hearts.

And look at it again, this picture, behind which is a text tablet recorded:

"Amiro created all things. ”

All the ants shook completely.

There was a loud sound of rustling on the table, which seemed to be not a sound that ants could make, and it felt eerie and evil.

They're talking to each other, and pheromones are passing.

And continue to look below, in the midst of the horror, the slate is simply another sentence.

"We had a heated argument, appearance, not unity. ”

And the weird description in the back made all the ants feel violently frightened.

Above, however, are depictions of the creatures of the Ruined Age, each seeing His true appearance in the mist, arguing and arguing over different opinions.

Strange patterns twist on it.

There is an image of a giant ant with a myriad of evil, twisted-shaped black legs that snake in an arc across the sky, like pillars of heaven.

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

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

All the ants were stunned.

The prehistoric creatures saw it differently...

But there is no doubt that all the images seen in Amiro have the iconic myriad of black cylinder features.

Fu Qingjun also saw this, a little dumbfounded, and continued to write on the note with a calm expression:

"Although they are smart, they have limited eyesight, they can't see my face clearly, they can only see a corner, plus their own imagination, and the leopard in the tube is nothing more than that, and they call me ... God. ”

"But I'm just an ordinary human with more lush hair, but because of some kind of event, there are more souls, and they are superimposed together to cause some kind of anomaly, and now, it's just an ordinary table in an ordinary human society for petri dish experiments..."

Fu Qingjun is still very honest.

He didn't think of himself as a god, and he was unimaginably weak.

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

And what can hair do?

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

Fight?

People grab your flying hair and rip off your scalp!

Hair can only be used to insert things.

"But for ants, he, a vast giant, can be regarded as a god in this nest of ants that gave birth to wisdom.... Because I easily control their life and death. ”

Fu Qingjun continued to watch.

At this moment.

The ants are more disturbed, frightened, restless, agitated, frightened... Countless emotions spread out in Manyan, and they looked at the next record of the stone tablet.

In the prehistoric ruins of civilization, this is a sentence full of horror, morbidly deep and weird,

"Death began to appear..."

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

After this strange and terrifying passage is recorded, it seems that it has experienced unimaginable mysterious and strange events, and a large number of deaths have begun, and prehistoric tribes have begun to disappear, and in the end.

There is only a crooked sentence left on the inscription, imprinted under the unknown and fierce fear of the prehistoric creatures before they die,

"Our consciousness is short, but our bodies are eternal. ”