Dig a huge pit, cover it with branches, and then lay thick leaves on top for camouflage. What else could it be but a trap?
Martin had made such simple traps before.
The Black Wolf had fallen into his trap like this, dropping into the pit.
The only difference now was that before, he was the one setting the trap, but now the roles were reversed, and he had become the prey falling into the trap.
"I actually became the prey!" Martin shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Huh?" The next moment, Martin seemed to remember something, his face showing surprise.
"This is a hunting trap, which means there must be other people nearby!"
Such a trap could not have been set by animals.
Thinking of this, Martin felt a mix of shock and delight.
He was shocked that there were other people here, but d
