My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 But at this moment, the blood knight is still saying: "You young man, you are so shameless, I'm careless, don't call the police, what are you going to learn? I'm currently studying how tortoiseshell binding binds prisoners..."

　　 "Heh! I share the story I just made up, do you really believe it?"

　　 Fu Qingjun typed out a line, and then directly blocked the three masters who had taught him for seventeen years.

　　? ? ?

　　 The three of them looked dumbfounded, and they were shocked to find that they were directly blacked out.

　　 Fu Qingjun was only haunted by a thought:

　　 Can't be discovered by them.

　　 If you are still reading files every day in the reincarnation, and you don’t know yourself tomorrow, then you can talk as you like, but now it’s different...

　　 "Now that I can go out alive, once I am found, I will definitely be arrested for planing."

　　 Fu Qingjun directly shut down the network.

　　 "For the sake of safety, don't go out today, wait until tomorrow is reset, they don't remember my day, go out again."

　　 Although I don’t know if it will work, it still has to be like this.

　　 As for the kindness...

　　Wait until the three of them don't know themselves, go out and find a way to compensate them.

　　 Fu Qingjun believes in his own efforts.

　　 A programmer who has studied for seventeen years, specializes in one subject to the top. Once out, it is a very high starting point!

　　 But if you can fight or not, the rich second generation will say something else...

　　 This is a very real problem. Even if one person is given seventeen more years, it is difficult to overcome certain things.

　　Some people are born at an end that you can't reach in your life.

　　 Speaking of it, although his parents named him Fu Qingjun, he clearly knew that he was not a martial arts master.

　　The parents are the generation who read Gulong Jinyong's novels. Those who are addicted to martial arts gave themselves a heroic and poetic name, hoping to walk the rivers and lakes with the sword.

　　 Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qian and other simple names were taken by the previous grandparents, while the new generation of parents are generally more educated, well-read poetry, and influenced by the Internet.

Among the classmates, there are a lot of poetic names, X Zihan, X Haoxuan, X Wenbo...the next class even has a name called Ye Tiandi, this Xiuxian's name is terrible, in a group of classmates China is simply a dimensionality reduction blow!

　　 "Also, after going out from the ancient ship, where will you appear?"

　　 "It’s tomorrow in the true sense—August 26th. Its role is just to make people ‘time loop’?"

　　 "Or did this ship really go through a wormhole, a time machine in mythology, coming to the past, or the future?"

　　"Still not crossing time, to a new world?"

　　 But no matter what, the last day of reincarnation is before me.

　　 Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, stretched his waist, couldn't help but laugh.

　　Unknown and mysterious, better than lifeless.

　　 Seventeen years.

　　Who knows how I boil?

　　 Being trapped in the same day is so boring that it is unimaginable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the greatest torture.

　　 But his expression became complicated, "After I went out, with my current strange body, can I still live?"

　　 In the seventeen years of continuous reincarnation on the same day, it is not immutable forever. Fu Qingjun is gradually happening to him more and more distorted and terrifying things...

　　 Yes, he lost his hair.

　　 is bald, but not bald.

　　 After all, I have learned so much in theory, and the mental pressure is so heavy. I changed to a young and immature senior year of study intensity for seventeen years.....Self-study university, learning programming, and even starting to study medicine, the result is naturally self-evident.

　　 Only by offering sacrifices can the hairline become stronger.

　　 This is the creed of his second master "Mediterranean Barber" on his own poisonous chicken soup. If you don't have the courage to be desperate, how can you gain something?

　　 Fu Qingjun also thinks it makes sense.

　　 In fact, his mental age is relatively mature, and he naturally knows that instead of letting the society beat him up and become a worker, it is better to beat himself bald first.

　　 It's impossible to be really bald here anyway, right?

　　 because it resets every day.

　　 He fell into desperate horror at the beginning, and was bored day after day when he was lying on the bed. When he was bored, he began to study hard and work hard to lay the foundation for his future.

　　 But the reality was a severe beating.

　　 My hair is still lost in Samsara.

　　 His hairline followed his own soul the day before.

　　 Is this reasonable?

　　 This is unreasonable.

　　 Can this hair also travel with time? ?

　　 Do you dare to believe it?

　　 I'm Fu Qingjun in the third year of high school!

　　 So bald in the third year of high school!

　　Every morning in each reincarnation, his luxuriant hair can't stop falling crazily. He wants to write his emotions in a lyrical composition that exercises his Chinese college entrance examination skills: Is this the human hairline?

　　 He is not like jewels or money, wrinkles on different faces, not like the love of a young man, will change over time, even if he travels through time and space countless times, he will follow you, his emotions are delicate, and he will never leave.

　　 is the best friend of mankind.

　　 Wow, la la la.

　　 This rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it is extremely quiet.

　　 The rain slapped on the outside window, making a crackling sound.

　　 "Seventeen years of rainy days are really irritating, but it is indeed the last day."

　　 Fu Qingjun thought a lot about something that he didn’t. He still took out a notebook from the drawer and combed his thoughts on the desk while holding a black oil-based pen.

　　 "However, in the seventeen years of reincarnation, I have vaguely found the cause of headaches and hair loss."

　　 "I keep repeating here, it is very likely that I am not stacking my memories, but... the soul is stacking!"

　　 After "August 25th" every day, my soul flies back to the previous day. Over the past 17 years, more than 6,000 selves have been superimposed, and the soul after fusion has become stronger.

　　 The soul is strong, causing a splitting headache, and bursting himself alive.

　　 Headache and hair loss are side effects caused by this.

　　 But if it is true, more than six thousand own souls are superimposed...what is it?

　　 From the perspective of traditional fairy tales: self on countless timelines, self from multiple universes, together is a saint?

　　 Is this really possible?

　　 He just thought he was not dead, it was a real fluke!

　　 He has survived the bottleneck many times, feeling that his brain is about to explode, thinking he is dying, but he still survives.

　　 But if I reincarnate in this way, my head may be completely squeezed and exploded by the huge soul in a few years, because I am almost reaching the limit.

　　 "Fortunately, being able to go out now directly saved my life!"

　　 He took a deep breath and sat quietly at the window, looking at the scenery outside the window on the last day.

The sky is very gloomy, blurring the shadows of the tall buildings in the distance, as if there is something unspeakable evil distortion. The gloomy clouds are like bags of flesh and blood organs, floating in the sky, as if a creepy twisted shadow and a dark curtain sandwiched with rain. fall.

　　 Fu Qingjun sat here quietly, waiting for the last day to pass.

　　 Boom! !

　　 There was a thunder, and the lights in the room dimmed suddenly, as if it was plunged into the night.

　　 "August 25th, 3:17:21 on the Chinese Valentine's Day, there was a power outage again." Fu Qingjun raised his head, not panicking because of the power outage, and looked calmly at the sky outside the window.

　　As usual, I can no longer contact the masters after three o'clock every day, so I can only start self-study classes.

　　 Fu Qingjun continued to wait, the time came to night.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was another thunderstorm outside.

　　 The rain outside the night suddenly stopped, as if something was squirming in the darkness, but nothing was visible outside the window. Pairs of large muscled red pupils, like bright red lanterns, moved vaguely in the sky.

　　 woo!

　　 Sitting in front of the window, Fu Qingjun felt a strong fear from the ancient ship. There was something terrifying in the darkness outside the window that made it want to escape.

　　 Fu Qingjun was also panicked at first, but he gradually got used to it.

　　 At this time of day, the dark shadow is shrouded outside the window, and the ancient ship has a feeling of "fleeing", so after 17 years, can you escape?

　　 Wow!

　　In the distance, in the sky of Tanabata, a huge golden mushroom-shaped firework bloomed. Since the window was mostly blocked by the wall of the next building, only one corner could be seen clearly.

　　 This is the world's nuclear peace.

　　 Fu Qingjun didn't understand at first, but as his mind gradually matured, he began to find out that something terrifying and horrible might have happened on this day.

　　 For most of the day after a short power outage, there seemed to be a major emergency.

　　 After an instant blackout, the dark visceral cloud, the shadow of an inconceivable giant, and the huge black rain are expanding at an incredible speed, causing human beings to have to use the strongest weapon that night?

　　 This ship also flees in fright.

　　 The end of the world is here.

　　 That’s why I started it, and happened to bring myself?

　　 Every day, he joked and chatted with the teachers, joking with the people of this day, but did not tell them: The tragedy is only a few hours away from the end of the world.

　　 But if you say it, who will believe it?

　　 "Perhaps, this is just my guess, maybe it's my passion."

Fu Qingjun shook his head. If it was only from a small sky that was blocked by most of the window, the special shadow outside the window might just be some kind of rare celestial phenomenon. If you see a golden mushroom firework outside the window, you think it is world peace. Is it because you think too much? Up?

　　 This does not conform to materialist dialectics.

　　 "Maybe it's really fireworks."

　　 But obviously, the arrival of fireworks also means the end of the day.

　　The cycle begins again.

　　 Click and wipe.

　　 The sky is spinning around, and the room is twisting.

　　 Fu Qingjun came back to his senses again, knowing that the time was up again.

　　 Boom! !

　　 back to August 25th.

　　 It's early morning, the rain is getting dense outside the window, and the sky is faint.

　　 Exactly the same scene.

　　 started on exactly the same day.

　　 "Finally, I can leave..." Fu Qingjun sat in front of the computer very skillfully, and after thinking about it, he typed such a headline on the forum.

　　 A very different title from the previous seventeen years:

　　 "This afternoon, at 3:17:21, there will be a power outage."

　　 "Next, the world will begin to end."

　　 "But I don't know exactly how it came, like a monster attack."

　　 "Human society will collapse in an instant in half a day. Please be prepared. After resisting for a long time, the nuclear peace will start strikes in the early morning of the evening. You must look for bunkers in advance, and even prepare food to survive the doomsday."

　　 The news came, and there was a response soon.

　　 Although August 25th of this year is the Chinese Valentine's Day, there are really many single dogs on the Internet that are idle.

　　 "The doomsday? What doomsday?"

　　 "Is there a zombie outbreak? At three o'clock, UU read www.uukanshu.com, isn't it a few hours left?"

　　 "Ahhh! Tanabata, this is a trial for our single dogs!"

　　 "Hahahahaha! Fish-lipped humans, burn you heterosexuals! As a thirty-year-old magician, let the world... feel nuclear peace!"

　　 Many people made unnutritious comments. At the same time, they felt very ridiculous about Fu Qingjun's words. The fish was too rough.

　　 Soon, some famous respondents also left comments.

　　 She and Jian are in the past: "Thanks for the invitation, please don't doubt it, because I also have inside information on this aspect!"

　　 "But why is the end of the world ushered in? I won't elaborate on the specific events! There are too many benefits involved, and everyone understands them. The benefits are related..."

　　...

　　 "Farewell, seventeen-year-old masters, Xiao Yuer is about to leave the Valley of the Evil."

　　 Fu Qingjun looked complicated, looking at the still naughty master, finally put down the keyboard in his hand, and strode the meteor to open the room.

　　...

　　 As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt a sense of confusion around him, as if he had fallen into a more real real world. The smell, light, and temperature were all extremely real.

　　 step on.

　　 Then he came to a single room, very styled in the 1930s and 1940s.

The desks and chairs are very old-fashioned, and all kinds of small objects are densely piled on the shelves, which is very messy like renting out the house. The most striking thing is an old-fashioned record player placed in the corner, which is obviously not the style of modern society. .

　　 He raised his head suddenly in shock.

The wall calendar in the corner of 　　 shows August 25th, 2020.

　　 is also Qixi Festival, the same day of the same year.