"Could it be we just don't have enough of them?" the little girl asked. "I still have a ton of bombs, but I need other people to throw them with me."
"All the window holes are blocked now. Even if we throw them, it'll be hard to aim. If we break those threads, I'm afraid they'll just come back even fiercer," Ai Jiangping said.
"Those threads look alive," Shi Shuai suggested. "Why don't we try poisoning them?"
Tang Xian thought he was out of his mind. "I've never heard of objects being poisoned."
"If they can't be poisoned, then we try something else." Shi Shuai said as he took out a bucket of Potion, chuckling. "This stuff's great—there isn't a single thing in the world that's not afraid of it."
When he opened the lid, a subtly pungent smell spread out. Zuo Lei, who was closest, seemed to recognize what it was. Her expression changed and she hurried to stop him, but before her hand even reached out, Shi Shuai had already tipped the bucket over.
