As Ning Jing was putting her awl into her work, she suddenly heard a "thud" from the courtyard.
She couldn't help but look up towards the doorway, then tilted her head to listen carefully, only to find that there was no sound again.
Just as Ning Jing was wondering if she had misheard, she suddenly heard two crunching sounds of footsteps on the snow.
This caused the previously relaxed tranquility to almost jump up suddenly.
Is someone there...?
This was definitely not her imagination.
Ning Jing suddenly blew out the kerosene lamp, then gripped the awl she was using to poke the soles of shoes.
After the kerosene lamp was blown out, only the moonlight from outside the window shone in and spilled onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
The children were sleeping soundly and had no idea that something was wrong.
Ning Jing was tense, her buttocks slightly raised, listening intently.
The man was very careful because he had made a sound when he stepped on the snow.
So, stop and stay still to avoid making any more noise.
Ning Jing quietly stepped forward, pressed herself against the door, and peeked out through the crack.
A dark figure was seen crouching in the yard, slowly clearing away the snow with his hands before carefully moving forward.
Although it was slow, it made no sound at all.
In no time, the dark figure moved to the doorway.
As Ning Jing reached into her pocket, she felt a flash of bright light through the crack in the door.
She almost gasped; it was a knife.
Ning Jing gripped the awl tightly, covering her mouth to keep quiet and avoid making a sound so that the person coming in through the door would notice.
"Fuqiang, is there anything that can save our lives?"
She was a frail woman, and the house was full of children.
If the other party were to get in, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, even if she shouts for help now and gets someone to come, the other party will definitely be scared away.
In this way, she will never know who the other person is.
The best way to deal with such a potential danger is naturally to eliminate it directly.
(Host, your level is too low to purchase products of a higher level.)
The voice of Fuqiang Pingban echoed in my mind.
Ning Jing snorted and said, "I remember that processing machines aren't something someone at my level can buy. Didn't you say you could buy them?"
Fuqiang had forgotten about this, but Ning Jing actually remembered it.
After a three-second silence, he realized that whether it was buying processing machines or self-defense weapons, it would actually require spending a lot of gold coins.
His original intention was to make the host consume a large amount of gold coins in this project.
Moreover, in the end, self-defense weapons are much more expensive than those processing machines.
(Ahem, I do have a self-defense weapon, but gold coins are very expensive!)
When Ning Jing heard Fu Qiang say that, her eyes lit up and she quickly said, "It doesn't matter, as long as it can be used for self-defense."
Seeing Ning Jing's happy expression, Fu Qiang secretly curled the corner of his mouth.
(Okay, here's a self-defense weapon. Please check.)
As soon as he finished speaking, the icon for self-defense weapons suddenly appeared in the empty space of the inventory panel.
(Should I take out my weapon for self-defense?)
Ning Jing quickly clicked "agree," and then the gold coins "dinged" as the amount of gold coins needed to retrieve the item was deducted.
In her hand, she now held a long, stick-like object.
Because it was dark, the room was filled with the light of the moon. Ning Jing raised her hand and looked carefully in front of her.
When they finally saw what it was, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
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