The fox hesitated.
"Can we even repair it?"
"We have to try. Otherwise, we'll all die."
The sound of the drums was getting closer and closer. Jiang Ming continued to ask, "Will they go from house to house and knock?"
The fox bit its lips. "I don't know. I haven't been here for long. But I think a house that isn't protected by porcelain will be targeted. Fortunately, this house is at the end of the village. We still have some time."
Jiang Ming sighed.
"Let's see how to fix it first."
He went forward to take the shards, but he found that the shards shattered when he touched them.
"Why is this porcelain so brittle?" The fox was stunned.
Then, it began to have a headache again.
"From the looks of it, we won't be able to repair it. Instead, we'll make the porcelain even more fragmented. What should we do now?"
"I don't believe it. I should be able to use spiritual energy, right?"