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 were accepted successfully, only a few died."

　　 "This may be related to the fact that they are all great masters of martial arts, soul and body."

"As the strongest creatures on the surface, they have strong physical fitness...Of course, they are also very high in IQ, know how much they are most suitable for, and will not burst to death... Most of them have integrated 3%-7%, In this way, the structure of their souls is changed, and individual powerful ones incorporate more genes, but the risk is also greatly increased."

　　 "Sure enough, making wine is the same principle."

　　 "As a mature scientist, you should not do experiments with living organisms by yourself, let the experimenters study the experimental data by themselves, and then conduct experiments on themselves, in order to increase the survival rate..."

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

　　 "It is most appropriate to control the heat by yourself."

　　 Fu Qingjun keeps recording his experimental experience, which is like writing a diary. The sorting and recording of some details and processes will help to better develop the experiment.

　　 This is also a habit of his seventeen years. Summary and analysis are the most efficient way to learn and explore, which is convenient for making the next stage of life plan.

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at the ant on the table.

　　 It is obvious that these ants are beginning to diverge.

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

　　 But their evolution is directional.

　　 They move in four directions, showing some physical features, chicken feet, duck webs, snake scales... the life structure is more complicated. These genetically modified ants are no longer purely Formicidae, but an unprecedented ultra-small creature.

　　 If it was said that it was the kingdom of ants before, it is now a multi-racial kingdom where the ecological chain is beginning to be alienated!

　　 "This is a brand new biological evolution!"

　　 "It's like a huge explosion of crude creatures."

　　 Obviously, I have designed this kind of life's future and have unlimited potential.

　　 He stood up, turned around and tidied the room,

　　 "If there are too many fusion features, they are just super-small, rice-sized chickens, ducks, snakes, and dogs, jumping down on the table..."

　　 "Of course, this is the ant gene template life in animal skin."

　　 A little bit of time passed, and the day passed completely, and Fu Qingjun stretched out.

Glancing at the ants on the table, he stood up and put on a characteristic wide black coat, put on a hat, and was about to go out to take a look. "After stitching the clothes and transforming them, he should be able to hold a tall outfit with hair. mighty..."

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

　　 came to the door, the mental power tentacles sensed the surrounding circle, and there was no staring gaze.

　　 Little Horn should be home.

　　...

　　...

　　 is already dusk.

　　 Fu Qingjun walked on this old-fashioned street and kept walking. He found that most areas of this ancient night were extremely deserted and there were few leisure activities.

　　 After walking for a while, a bright street, bars, and nightclubs gradually appeared in front of him. Some flashing neon signs hung on the facade.

　　 is like the earthy style of old Shanghai.

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

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

　　 From time to time, drunk pedestrians go to buy drunkenness, down-and-out drunks, numb office workers, scared warriors, some young girls...

　　All beings are suffering.

　　 Especially in this era, it is not peaceful, it is in the Second World War, full of violence, gangs, fighting...this is a troubled world.

　　 He kept observing the pedestrians passing by, and finally found a skinny girl full of despair, dark skin and fair facial features, he looked at the nightclub hesitantly.

　　 A poor family with no spending power, ordinary-looking and introverted, hesitating outside places like nightclubs...Fu Qingjun knew her plan.

　　 In the era of war, there were too many people like this.

　　 Fu Qingjun thought about several people he was looking for, and finally confirmed the girl, "It's her..."

　　 is not because of sympathy, but because of safety.

　　 He can't play a small horn, nor can ordinary tall and strong adult men, and can only target weaker ones, but if it is a thin woman, with the quick response of his soul, he should be able to take the initiative, not afraid of the other party 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, opened her sleeves to reveal her wrists, "Are you from this store, I still have..."

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

　　 Fu Qingjun is robbing people at the door, it is better not to stay for too long.

　　 She hesitated, her eyes struggling, and she silently followed Fu Qingjun.

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

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

　　 The light flickered in the room, the light was very dark.

　　 The skinny girl stood at the door somewhat restrained.

　　 Her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at the masked mysterious person in front of her.

　　 Her eyes stayed up all night for seven or eight days without sleep, her aura was full of deep pain, she was obviously haggard to the extreme, but her spirit was tense to the extreme.

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

"Qin Hong, seventeen years old." Her eyes were full of scarlet, and her voice was a little choked. "My eldest sister was practicing martial arts. The day before yesterday, she was moving goods at the station and wharf. She was smashed by the goods. She was rescued for a few days and finally came over. 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. At the critical moment, I all found excuses to say that I didn't have money."

　　 "They said that my sister was rescued and was abolished, and she was paralyzed, and they all made me give up... But that was my sister! It was my sister!"

　　 Qin Hong's face turned grimly and seemed to collapse, "If it can be rescued, how can it not be saved! Even if it is hemiplegia, I can't not want my sister!"

　　 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 at her as if she had caught the last straw.

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

　　 She showed a hint of surprise.

　　 She knows that she is not good-looking, she has dark and rough skin, and her body is thin and thin, because she has been doing rough work for many years and is full of calluses. This is already a very good price, and that nightclub will definitely not give such a high price.

　　 Fu Qingjun followed, and said:

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

　　 "What is it?" she said, she didn't know what else she had.

　　 "Your more precious things."

　　 Fu Qingjun’s face is hidden, and the whole person is constantly surging under the wide black robe, like a sea hidden in the body, waves are undulating, and there seems to be a huge black cloth shadow pouring out.

"you!?"

　　 She looked in horror at the mysterious figure under her clothes like a collision of waves.

　　 As the shadow rolls, it expands and gradually takes shape on the top of the head.

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

　　 The technique of doubling the head.

　　 "Ghost?"

　　 Qin Hong froze.

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

　　 She breathed heavily and hurriedly, showing unimaginable panic, shaking her whole body in fright.

My goodness!

　　 Sister, tell me not to believe in strange power...

　　 But there are ghosts in this world! ! !

　　 "Introduce myself, I am a businessman, knowledge, money, power, as long as you want, you can get everything for the same price." A strange and tender voice came from the big octopus's head.

　　 She pretended to be calm, and gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want? As long as it is not for my life and organs, I can sell anything!"

"I want thirty taels of silver! It's enough to support my eldest sister's medical expenses. The eldest sister has children studying. As long as I work hard enough for the rest of the time, it will be enough for him to grow up." She smiled in relief. "Anyway, I don't have Shougongsha, and I won't have to marry in the future. Our family has an older sister and son to continue, so there is no regret."

　　 Fu Qingjun listened, and honestly took out thirty taels of silver and placed it on the table.

He was born in a peaceful society and only came here for a few days. Naturally, he could not really become Fu Qingjun's killing and decisiveness. As a kind boy, he still sympathizes with each other. Although he is not a Virgin, he can help as long as he can. This is already Most of the deposits in Fu Qingjun's house are gone.

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

　　 "I... Am I going to take a bath?" There was a smell of sweat all over her body, and there was also an unimaginable fear. If she didn't hesitate to enter the nightclub just now, it would be great, even the ugly man is better than the monster...

　　 But now ~www.wuxiahere.com~ she doesn't dare to escape at all.

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

　　 The bath was very fast, she seemed to be afraid of causing anger, and then came over timidly.

　　 "Close your eyes."

　　 Fu Qingjun said.

　　 She closed her eyes trembling, all trembling full of horror, thinking about whether she would give birth to an octopus-headed monster after she was defiled...

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

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

　　 Early the next morning.

　　 Qin Hong woke up from the bed, only feeling severe pain all over his body, and even more pain in his head.

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

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

　　 got up, suddenly looked at the mirror next to him, inside was a strange girl, the center of her head was smooth and bald, but there was still exuberant hair around her, like wicker twigs,

　　 The whole hairstyle is like an octopus.

　　 She tossed her hair and rose up softly like a hula dance.

　　 The whole person is dull.

　　 looked at the Shougongsha on his arm again, but it was still...

what! ! !

　　 She was heartbreaking regret, and let out an unimaginable panic roar:

"My hair?"