Ning Qing watched as Shen Bei moved his stiff legs, his attempt to escape not being too obvious.

Ning Qing sneered. You think you can just run away after disturbing my cultivation? There's no way you can get away with that so easily.

He took out a few gold ingots from his spatial storage and scattered them around Shen Bei as if they had eyes.

Thus, the formation was complete.

Shen Bei felt dizzy for a moment, and then he returned home.

The old man was overjoyed to see him, stood up to greet him, and gave up his seat.

"Beibei, you are the genius of our family!!! You should be sitting in the head seat. The position of family head will be passed on to you in the future. The Shen family will surely flourish under your leadership."

As she spoke, she helped Shen Bei to a seat and made him tea, serving it with both hands.

Shen Bei was somewhat bewildered at this moment, not knowing why he had suddenly become a genius and was so highly regarded.

But seeing his arrogant old man at home making tea and offering him a seat made him incredibly happy, his smile almost reaching his ears.

After Ning Qing played a trick on Shen Bei, she turned her attention to Fang Qingyang, who was standing behind Shen Bei.

Ning Qing solidified her body, floated over, and pinched Fang Qingyang's chin with her pale fingers, lifting it up so that he tilted his head back slightly.

She leaned close to his ear and asked coldly, "Did you bring this idiot here to disturb my cultivation?"

Fang Qingyang only felt cold; a cold wind rushed into his body from his ears, and his limbs and bones were icy cold.

Fang Qingyang's chin was pinched, preventing him from checking on Shen Bei's condition. He could only glance around erratically.

He stood behind Shen Bei, and no matter how much he glanced, he could only see his back.

He could only manage to utter one sentence with difficulty, "What did you do to him?"

Ning Qing loosened her grip slightly, gently stroking Fang Qingyang's chin with her fingertips.

Youyou said, "Since I was kind-hearted, I only gave him a beautiful dream."

Of course, whether he can wake up depends on how strong his will is.

Ning Qing saw the distrust in Fang Qingyang's eyes, withdrew her hand in boredom, and floated back to the small sofa.

"You'd better not move, otherwise, I don't know what the punishment will be for the person who interrupts my cultivation next time."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged and continued his practice.

Fang Qingyang scratched his chin; the ghost only felt itchy after being touched.

He couldn't help but think to himself: This ghost is poisonous.

She walked quietly to Shen Bei and was speechless for a moment.

At that moment, Shen Bei stood there, her eyes narrowed with beauty, smiling like a fool, almost drooling.

Fang Qingyang rubbed his forehead, unable to bear watching any longer.

He stealthily pulled out his phone, shoved the screen right in front of Shen Bei's face, and unleashed a barrage of messages.

After taking enough photos and recording enough videos, he quietly put away his phone, not daring to make a sound.

Looking at the thick fog near the sofa, he moved his lips but hesitated and didn't make a sound.

He slowly moved towards the large bed, looking at the mess on it, and muttered to himself: This hospital is really unreliable, no one has come to clean the room.

Silently, I climbed into bed and started tidying up. The sheets and blankets were so wrinkled they were unusable.

He rummaged through the closet to find new sheets and blankets, picked up the old ones, glanced at the thick fog, and seeing that it didn't say anything to stop him, he quietly left the room.

After leaving the room, he sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and fell into deep thought.