Listening to their noisy drinking, Jian Qingqing put her consciousness into the Space. Now, she used this space as a warehouse. There were not many things in it, only some valuable things. The only weapons were those few kitchen knives, she looked around, but still could not find anything that could defeat the group of people in one fell swoop. This gas tank was somewhat useful, but if it exploded, not to mention the enemy, even she would be injured. It was not necessary to use it until the point of mutual destruction.
So she set her eyes on the bag of chili powder. She had put it in in the winter because she was worried that the chili powder would get damp and go bad. If she sprinkled the chili powder in her eyes, it could knock down a large area.
