The next day.
Zhou Yuan woke up and immediately saw Fang Qing sitting in front of the computer, writing notes that filled more than half a notebook.
As a fierce ghost, Fang Qing did not need sleep, and her energy remained at its peak. She had spent the whole night studying transcendent knowledge.
Fang Qing turned her head to look at him and said, "I understand my current situation now, but I still need some practical exercises for the application of my abilities."
"Hmm... by the way, do you need to eat now?" Zhou Yuan's stomach was a bit hungry.
"Ghosts eat human flesh," Fang Qing said gloomily.
"So, do you eat?"
Zhou Yuan took out a human sausage.
Fang Qing instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then shook her head. "I won't eat that. It's disgusting.
At my level, I don't need to eat food anymore. I just need to regularly supplement some negative energy like Yin Qi, ghost energy, or evil Qi.