Several wooden strips were laid horizontally under the shallow pit on the grass, and beneath the strips hung numerous plump pheasants.
Indeed, the entire pit was filled with pheasants.
At a glance, there were at least a dozen.
All these pheasants had been dried by roasting, and now that the pit was opened, a mouth-watering scent of roast pheasant wafted through the air.
"Gurgle, gurgle..." Martin looked at the rows of roasted pheasants in front of him and smelled the enticing aroma, his stomach growled involuntarily, and he couldn't help but gulp.
At that moment, Martin couldn't help but want to rush up, grab a roasted pheasant, and devour it ravenously.
However, Martin quickly suppressed his inner impulse, and as his initial shock wore off, he curiously looked at Dwayn and the other
