My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

After the experiment, Fu Qingjun began to record the files seriously.

"According to the petri dish sand table on the desktop, most of my genetically modified ants have successfully accepted it, and only a few died."

"This may have something to do with the fact that they are both great masters of martial arts soul-body integration."

"As the strongest creatures on the surface, they have strong physical fitness...Of course, they also have high IQs. They know how much fusion is most suitable for them, and they won't explode and die...Most of them have merged with 3%-7%, Use this to change your own soul structure, and individual powerful ones have incorporated more genes, but the risks have also increased significantly."

"Sure enough, it's the same principle as brewing."

"As a mature scientist, you should not experiment with living organisms yourself. Let the experimental subjects study the experimental data by themselves, and then conduct experiments on themselves, so as to increase the survival rate..."

He pondered for a few seconds, and wrote a final summary of the experiment,

"It's the most suitable thing to control the temperature yourself."

Fu Qingjun kept recording the experiment experience, it was like writing a diary, sorting out and recording some details and process would help to better develop the experiment.

This is also a habit he has had in the past seventeen years. Summarizing and analyzing are the most efficient ways to learn and explore, so as to facilitate the formulation of life plans for the next stage.

Fu Qingjun looked at the ants on the table.

Obviously, these ants are starting to usher in differentiation.

Their bodies are rapidly alienating, like a crazy documentary movie, condensing hundreds of millions of years of biological evolution history in this short period of time.

But their evolution is directional.

They walked in four directions, and some limb features appeared, such as chicken feet, duck webs, snake scales...the life structure is more complex, these genetically modified ants are no longer pure formics, but an unprecedented ultra-small creature.

If we say that it was an ant kingdom before, it is now a multi-racial kingdom where the ecological chain has begun to alienate!

"This is a brand new biological evolution!"

"It's like a crude biological explosion."

Obviously, I have designed the future of this kind of life, which has unlimited potential.

He stood up, turned around and tidied up the room,

"And if there are too many fusion appearance features, they will be super small, rice-grain-sized chickens, ducks, snakes, dogs, jumping up and down on the table..."

"Of course, this is an ant genetic template life in animal skin."

Time passed by little by little, and the day was completely over, Fu Qingjun stretched himself.

Glancing at the ants on the table, he stood up and put on a special large black coat and hat, ready to go out and take a look, "I have sewed and remodeled the clothes, and I should be able to look tall with my hair." mighty..."

"There is still a biological template missing, the only intelligent biological template on the ground, the human soul energy..."

When he came to the door, the tentacles of mental power sensed the surrounding area, but there was no gaze.

The little speaker should be home.

...

...

It is already dusk.

Fu Qingjun walked in this old-fashioned neighborhood, and he kept walking. He found that most areas in this ancient night were extremely deserted, and there were almost no leisure activities.

After walking for a while, a bright street gradually appeared in front of me, with bars, nightclubs, and some flashing neon signs hanging on the facade.

Like the earthy style of old Shanghai.

Fu Qingjun looked around, sat in a noodle restaurant next to him, ordered fried noodles, sat on the table, and looked at the big men and diners around him.

He observed the pedestrians coming and going, as well as the nightclub and bar in the distance.

From time to time, drunk pedestrians go to buy drunk, down-and-out drunks, numb office workers, warriors covered in scars,

some young girls....

All living beings suffer.

Especially in this era, it is not peaceful, it is in the period of World War II, full of violence, gangs, fighting with weapons... This is a troubled time.

He kept observing the passers-by, and finally found a skinny and downcast girl with dark skin and fair features, looking at the nightclub hesitantly.

A poor family with no spending power, ordinary appearance, looks very introverted, wandering outside nightclubs and other places...Fu Qingjun knew her plan.

In the era of war, there were too many people who were hungry.

Fu Qingjun considered a few targets in his mind, and finally confirmed this girl, "That's her..."

Not because of sympathy, but because of safety.

He can't play the trumpet, nor can ordinary tall and strong adult men, so he can only attack the weaker ones. But if it's a thin woman, with the quick reaction of his soul, he should be able to take the initiative and not be afraid of the opponent using force...

Fu Qingjun lowered the brim of his hat, stood up and walked slowly over.

"Are you alone? Do you need money?" Fu Qingjun asked in a low voice.

The skinny girl was slightly startled, nodded heavily, hesitated for a moment, opened her sleeves and exposed her wrists, "Are you from this store, I still have..."

Fu Qingjun glanced, it was Shou Gongsha, the guess in his heart was verified thoroughly, and he said in a low voice: "This is not a place to talk, I'm not from the shop, but come with me, I can give you money."

It's better not to stay for too long when Fu Qingjun snatches people at the door.

She hesitated for a moment, struggling with her eyes, and silently followed behind Fu Qingjun.

Fu Qingjun took her directly into the inn next to him, pretended to be calm and paid the money to the first floor, and took her upstairs to a room.

There was no electricity in the room, so Fu Qingjun lit a kerosene lamp. There was only one bathroom, one big bed, and one wooden table in the room.

The light flickered in the room one by one, and the light was very dark.

The skinny girl stood at the door cautiously.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at the masked mysterious man in front of her.

Her eyes stayed up for seven or eight days without sleep, and her aura was filled with deep pain. She was obviously haggard to the extreme, but her spirit was extremely tense.

"Name, why are you short of money?" Fu Qingjun asked casually, and opened up the topic, "Sit down."

"Qin Hong, seventeen years old." Her eyes were full of scarlet, and her voice was choked with sobs, "My elder sister is a martial arts practitioner. The day before yesterday, she was carrying goods at the station wharf, and her waist was broken by the goods. After several days of rescue, she was finally rescued, but Still short of money...”

"The medicinal materials are too expensive. I asked the neighbors around me to borrow money. As a result, I usually have such a good relationship with my sister. When the critical moment came, they all made excuses and said they had no money."

"They said that my sister was crippled after being rescued, half of her body was paralyzed, and they made me give up... But that's my sister! It's my own sister!"

Qin Hong's expression turned ferocious, and she seemed to have collapsed, "If I can be rescued, how can I not be rescued!! Even if it is hemiplegia, it is impossible for me not to let my sister go!"

Fu Qingjun asked, "How much do you want?"

"Thirty taels of silver!! If it's too much, twenty... twenty taels will do." She hesitated for a moment, looking over with eyes as if grasping at the last straw.

Fu Qingjun glanced at her, and said slowly, "I can give it to you."

She showed a hint of surprise.

She knew that she was not good-looking, with dark and rough skin, and a thin figure, because she was full of calluses from doing rough work for many years. This was already a very good price, and that nightclub would never give such a high price.

Fu Qingjun continued, and said:

"However, there are gains and losses. I need the price you pay, not ordinary things."

"What?" she said, not knowing what else she had.

"Your more precious thing."

Fu Qingjun's face was hidden, and the whole body was constantly surging under the wide black robe, as if there was a sea hidden in his body, with undulating waves, it seemed that there was a huge black cloth shadow pouring out.

"you!?"

She looked in horror at the mysterious figure under the clothes that was crashing like waves.

Shadows expand as they roll, gradually taking shape overhead.

Fu Qingjun had his hands in his trouser pockets, and around his neck was a huge balloon-like clothes, like a huge black octopus wearing clothes, this is the ability to dress his hair...

The brain doubling technique.

"ghost??"

Qin Hong froze.

This human monster with a black octopus head, the huge octopus head is more than two meters high, propping up the ceiling, and its tentacles are constantly waving.

She was breathing heavily and rapidly, revealing unimaginable horror, trembling all over with fright.

OMG!

Sister, tell me not to believe in supernatural powers...

But in this world, there are ghosts! ! !

"Let me introduce myself. I am a businessman. Knowledge, money, power, as long as you want, you can get everything at the same price." A strange and immature voice came from the head of the big octopus.

She pretended to be calm, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want? As long as you don't want my life and organs, you can sell anything!"

"I want thirty taels of silver! It's enough to support my eldest sister's medical expenses. My eldest sister still has a child studying. As long as I work hard enough in the remaining time, it will be enough for him to grow up." She showed a relieved smile on her whole body, "Anyway, I don't have Shou Gongsha anymore, and I don't need to marry in the future. Our family has an older sister and son to continue, so I have no regrets."

After hearing this, Fu Qingjun honestly took out thirty taels of silver and put it on the table.

He was born in a peaceful society, and he has only been here for a few days. Naturally, it is impossible for Fu Qingjun to be decisive in killing people. He can disregard human lives. As a kind boy, he still sympathizes with the other party. Most of the savings in Fu Qingjun's house were gone.

After all, it is impossible for a gang boss to put too much money at home.

"I... Do I want to take a shower?" There was a smell of sweat all over her body, and she also had an unimaginable fear. It would be great if she didn't hesitate to enter the nightclub just now. No matter how ugly a man is, he is better than a monster...

But now, she didn't dare to run away at all.

"Go." Fu Qingjun thought for a while and said, "Relax and prepare everything."

This bath was taken very quickly, as if she was afraid of causing anger, she walked over timidly.

"Close your eyes."

Fu Qingjun said.

She closed her eyes tremblingly, trembling and full of horror, all she thought was whether she would give birth to a monster with an octopus head after being defiled...

"But it doesn't matter..." She smiled freely, she was already mentally prepared, "It's just my most precious thing."

Her mind was getting more and more dizzy, and she didn't know when she fell into a deep sleep, completely exhausted.

Early the next morning.

When Qin Hong woke up from the bed, she only felt severe pain all over her body, and her head was even more painful.

"It was a wonderful experience, but still the same...the result." She lay on the bed with a clear look, staring blankly at the ceiling, without any anger or despair.

She knew that she had lost the most precious thing of a girl, and she was dizzy for a while before she recovered.

Getting up from bed, I suddenly looked at the mirror next to me. Inside was a strange young girl with a clean bald spot in the center of her head, but there was still vigorous hair around her, like wicker twigs hanging down softly.

The whole hairstyle looks like an octopus.

She tossed her hair, and she rose gracefully like a hula dance in a circle,

The whole person froze.

He looked at the Shougong sand on his arm again, it was still there...

ah! ! !

She repented heart-piercingly, and uttered an unimaginable panic-stricken roar:

"My hair?"