This time it was Fu Qingjun's turn, and his whole person cracked.

Shoumiya sand.

This is a world where women are inferior to men, men are chaste, waiting for the boudoir, waiting to get married?

"Ahh She suddenly reacted, knowing that she had asked something she shouldn't have asked, and her whole person was full of apologies.

"I'm so abrupt, I'm so sorry! I just think, I think... It's just—" She was incoherent for a while, and she couldn't find any euphemistic words, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

If it was a normal situation, she wouldn't have lost her temper like this at all, but her nerves were a little broken, and her brain said that sentence at once...

"Please... Give me an answer tomorrow, that job is really important to me. This gentle and beautiful big sister bent down to salute, and the impact at the moment was too great, and she was so frightened that she hurried back to the next door.

"This beautiful big sister in her twenties is still too young. Fu Qingjun stared at her and walked in the door for a while, and did not close the door and go back, but looked at the surroundings downstairs in the distance.

The sun was shining and it was afternoon.

It is an old-fashioned four-story residential building that resembles a student dormitory building.

The houses in the building are side by side, and everyone goes out to a corridor, on which there is a pole to dry clothes, and the house is a little old, and it looks very old.

"It's still a peaceful world, and the Tanabata here has not encountered any strange events that we have there. "I took a deep breath, looked at the number plate, and lived in 306 on the third floor.

There is also an old-fashioned tin mailbox next to the door, and the first floor below seems to be a restaurant with pedestrians.

Some of the men on the road had short hair, sleek and muscular, like coolies working on the docks in the last century, and some men had high-crowned hair and long flowing hair, similar to the hairstyles of ancient literati and scholars.

Distinguish occupations by hairstyle?

He looked into the distance.

It seems that because it is a slum, there are not even some telephone poles and old-fashioned cars in the industrial era, and occasionally I see some people riding bicycles in special uniform clothing, which seem to be fast catchers, carrying very bloated black long-barreled firearms.

Even on the occasional road, there are blonde and blue-eyed foreigners.

In the distance is the gate of the block, and a tall sign hangs, which reads on both the inside and outside:

[Foreigners must register when entering]

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

"It's like a hundred years ago? The environment is chaotic, but at first glance I don't see a good place to dump the body... It's the first time I've arrived, so it's better to go back and hide. He stared at the door next to him for a while, making sure that Li Mo had not reappeared, before slowly walking back to the room and closing the door.

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

After thinking about it, he lifted the arm sleeves on this corpse, and on the strong bronze muscles, a little red dot was revealed, and Fu Qingjun's expression couldn't help but ease a little,

"Chastity is still there..."

Untainted, the cause of his suicide is now clearly and directly ruled out.

"However, even such a macho man has a guard palace sand. ”

Fu Qingjun was surprised, this is outrageous, right?

He was curious about the customs of the world.

"It seems that civilization is still obviously in the industrial age, and the backward scientific and technological civilization world has begun to have aircraft cannons, and even ancient warriors with some vague muscles?"

It is clear that this is not a world where women are inferior to men.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked for Fu Qingjun, a martial artist who seemed to be working at the dock, could it be related to martial arts cultivation, to protect the body of a child, yang qi and something like that?

"But first and foremost, it's about dealing with corpses. ”

As if the whole person was relaxed, a strong feeling of hunger rushed into his mind, and his brain began to feel dizzy due to a large lack of energy.

He hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets in the house to find something to eat.

Fortunately, there is still half a tank of rice in the rice jar in the house. He directly turned on the fire to cook rice, devoured it, and gradually digested it after more than half an hour, and then barely recovered his strength.

"As soon as I came out of reincarnation, I really became a monster. ”

Fu Qingjun stared blankly at the large pot of rice that disappeared, more than the two or three brick-moving men combined, "I'm still dry, I still feel weak and weak no matter how much I eat, and the energy to eat is sucked into my head." ”

Fu Qingjun remembered that he once watched a popular science:

Human beings overuse their brains and consume a lot of energy in their bodies.

"I'm not going to eat like crazy for energy transformation, I can't keep up with the energy consumption of my head, right?" Fu Qingjun's whole person was suddenly bad.

If you use simple addition and subtraction, more than 6,000 souls add up to yourself, and the energy consumption of the brain is not 6,000 times?

The brain is a super CPU, and the low current voltage of the No. 5 battery in the body can be replenished?

It's a power issue.

Even if you eat like crazy, your body's digestive ability can't keep up, isn't that certain death?

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 expansion of mental power, and you will have a headache!

Call!

Fu Qingjun continued to digest and eat, and the whole person's sense of prostration was not so strong. At the same time, he noticed that the top of his head was sore and itchy, and the spiritual power broke through the ground as if something was about to grow.

He touched his head, and it began to grow back delicate and soft hair, which was tough and supple.

Have I had long hair?

Suddenly

Dying sick sit up in shock!

He was ecstatic that his manly dignity returned. The second master, the Mediterranean barber, kept telling himself that hair was a man's dignity, and he felt that it made sense.

But he soon noticed something even stranger.

Hair is like a soft arm that can manipulate squirming, and even stand upright to make various movements.

Bang la blah.

He hurried to the mirror, and his head seemed to have a row of short grass, swaying in the wind.

"As soon as I came out of samsara, I was mutated. ”

Fu Qingjun's whole person was shocked, and he said: "Those superpowers can directly bend the stainless steel soup spoon with their minds, but I can only bend myself... of hair?"

？？？

I've been saving for seventeen years, and that's all you have?

That's it?

Ancient ship, do you deserve your mysterious, magical, and powerful invincible?

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

Then, try to concentrate on moving the vial, not moving.

Even in the end, I found that the mental power could not even move the paper.

He's going to cry!

But he quickly discovered that there was something special about his hair now.

He felt that his five senses began to become extremely sharp, and this hair grew out, like an antenna, sensing any slight wind and grass around him.

The hair was constantly swaying on the top of his head, and it looked extremely weird.

A fly flew overhead.

Poof!!

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

"It's as flexible as a hand. Fu Qingjun was a little frightened, he just reflexively wanted to use his hands to drive away the flies, but his hair was instantly slapped to death with his thoughts.

"Wait, I just stuck my hair in the fly's body, and something seems to be pouring out, and my mind doesn't seem to hurt that much. ”

Fu Qingjun bent down and looked for ants on the ground, "Can you give them some of the brains that have exploded too much of your soul and your own pain?"

The hygiene of the house was very poor, and soon an ant was caught and the hair was inserted into the ant's body again.

Like a torrent of soul spiritual power poured in.

Boom!

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

Although it is a very small reduction, you can still feel the feeling of relief.

"It works!"

Maybe it's like a pressure difference?

Your brain is like a pressure cooker, as long as you connect an exhaust pipe, you can lead it to other places?

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

His ability to accept is still extremely strong!

In the spirit of scientific exploration that high school students had been to chemistry labs, he began to use his hair to frantically slot bed boards, steel bars, wooden planks, wires, mud walls..... He even tried to use it on the corpse, but nothing happened.

"It's a shame that my hair can only be inserted into living things. ”

He had a lot of fun, and when he found that his spiritual power was strong and superimposed, he suddenly felt a little like the evil snake-haired Medusa in Western mythology, with her hair flying.

...

...

The hair is unusually sensitive, as if it has turned into an insect trap.

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

Hairs began to be inserted at a rapid pace, testing their load-bearing limits.

Hula –

Fu Qingjun fiddled with these small animals to instill souls, and seemed to have forgotten that he had come to a different world, and unconsciously studied until dark.

And his hair grew wildly at a rate of almost a few centimeters an hour, and in only seven or eight hours, Fu Qingjun had a strange thick black long hair shawl.

He kind of got it all right.

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

If you replenish the "white soil" with nutrients, water and fertilize it, then you will grow hair that is rooted in the brain and can be called tender grass?

As long as you keep replenishing the soil with nutrients, the hair will continue to grow.

"Hair, like soft octopus tentacles rooted in the brain, floats in mid-air like catkins!"

Fu Qingjun's brain made up the perspective picture: a white brain full of jet-black hair catheters... I only feel an inexplicable evil and horror, what has I become after I come out now??

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"Why do you think so much, scare yourself. He restarted the experiment, and as he ran his hair out, small insects exploded.

"It seems that there is a limit to what they can bear, and if you output too much to them, you will explode in an instant and die. ”

But it's also a matter of course.

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

He had felt like his brain was about to explode before, and now he couldn't help but feel palpitations when he saw the living examples.

"But as long as it is in moderation, they seem to be energetic, waiting to be fed, excited, and seem to stimulate the development of physical potential, which seems to be very beneficial..."

"Even when my hair is inserted, I can control their movements instantly, as if I have put my own mental imprint. ”

So, this is controlled by giving the animals regular injections one by one... Beast mastery?

"But it soothes your brain. ”

Fu Qingjun scratched his head.

"This is distracting my soul power that is too inflated every minute.... Although, these huge mental powers that squeeze the brain will still recover again with eating. ”

But unfortunately, the mental power that these ants and other small insects can share is simply a drop in the bucket.

The only thing that is fortunate is that he caught a mouse, and despite its unbearable ability, he directly blasted its brain with mental power, and the whole person was relieved by half, and his head finally stopped hurting.

"However, if you don't squeeze their heads all at once, but slowly moisturize them, can you keep raising the upper limit of their endurance and finally open up their wisdom?"

The monsters in mythology are fine, and Fu Qingjun is naturally familiar with them.

After all, such mysterious things as the ancient ship have happened, if you can raise demons, wouldn't it be very exciting.... If you raise too much, build a biome...

Perhaps this is the correct way to use the hair strands of the brain.

Hulala!!

"You can try to manipulate them. Fu Qingjun became excited, sat on the chair, the long black hair on the back of his head, dancing wildly, wandering like a dragon and snake, flexibly piercing the hundreds of ants on the table, like puppets with strings, divided into two neat queues.

Kill!

The puppet ants on both sides quickly charged.

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

"They don't have any intelligence to speak of, and they can easily control their movements. ”

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, bowed his head seriously, and used his flying hair to control the ant army on both sides of the table, lined up the troops, and played with great interest.

"It's... Auto-chess?"

Very interesting experiment, controlling the two armies against each other, like two camps playing chess on a table.

"Or rather, it's an ant war with the top hair, which can be called ... Top War. He said as his hair fluttered as he stared at the table.