"Wait a moment!"
Just as they were about to reach the top of the mound, Chen Zhou suddenly stopped and raised his hand to hold back Paul, who was closely following.
Under Paul's puzzled gaze, he bent down, placed the bone hammer aside, plucked a handful of wild grass, and gently wiped the seemingly unremarkable ground reflected by the edge of the firelight ahead.
As he swept the muddy ground with a broom-like bundle of wild grass, a layer of fine branches gradually appeared below.
Once Chen Zhou lifted the camouflage layer woven from branches, what lay beneath was a half-meter deep trap filled with wooden spikes at the bottom.
Hiss~
Paul took a sharp intake of breath.
He could tell that this trap didn't seem to be set for wild animals; rather, it seemed intended for humans.
No one would construct an animal trap with such meticulous detail, even carefully choosing its placement at the top of the mound where people's vigilance would be at its lowest.
