"What's going on?" The middle-aged woman kindly came over, glanced at the wound, and said: "You're poisoned. Hurry up and inject the Antitoxin."
The man felt unlucky, quickly gave himself two shots, and after confirming signs of improvement, wrapped up the wound to keep it out of sight.
The other players in the carriage just glanced and then looked away. Compared to this, he was more worried about the rest of the journey—if there's another attack, they'd die on the tracks without even fighting.
Players in the rear carriages suggested squeezing forward. Aside from the first two carriages near the engine, the rest of the players had no objections.
So, to be fair, people from the rear carriages moved forward in turn. Before long, everyone from the carriage behind Xu Huo, along with those in the transition carriage, crowded in, including the man and woman who had fled after yesterday's conflict.
