### Apparently, most of the players trusted their own abilities more and looked down on the kind of fussy work Xu Huo was doing. Even if they needed to prepare items, they'd use them on themselves. What did anyone else's life or death matter?
In the end, only the shirt woman and the spiky braid helped Xu Huo. The latter stuck close to the shirt woman, trying to curry favor with her, and didn't pay much attention to the work. Xu Huo had to go over every spot he'd covered and press it down again.
After this happened a few times, Xu Huo finally seemed unable to bear it any longer. "If you don't want to help, go rest somewhere else!"
The spiky braid glanced at the crooked strip of tape he'd just applied and hurriedly apologized. As he swayed over to fix it, he accidentally brushed against a tiny drop of water floating in midair. The instant he touched it, the motionless droplet suddenly stretched and warped, shooting through his palm like a Long Needle!
"Smack!" The water needle struck the carriage window and burst apart. Every tiny droplet that flew off automatically transformed into a Long Needle and shot aimlessly through the air. That triggered a chain reaction: in an instant, every drop of water in the carriage began to tremble like the raindrops outside. Then they all turned into deadly needles, shooting in every direction. When they struck an obstacle they couldn't penetrate, they reverted to droplets, only to form even more, smaller needles!
The water needles weren't particularly powerful. At most, they could damage tables and cups. The windows and rooms remained unharmed, and the situation didn't last long. The vest woman player lightly tapped a glass vessel, sending out a powerful sound wave that pierced