In the early morning, mist covers the mountains, and dew condenses on the blades of grass.

A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly dark skin, a heroic appearance, eyes and eyes, wearing a cloth robe, carrying firewood on his shoulders, and carrying an axe in his hand, walked among the mountains and forests.

Song Yuan was not a person from this world, but when he woke up, he found that he had traveled here.

After more than ten years, he has long been accustomed to the current life, although it is harder, but he is also happy.

He drove to a bush.

Next to the trap you laid yourself.

A hare was locked in a noose, exhausted from struggle, dew condensing in its hair, shivering in the cold of the mountains.

He stepped forward to untie the noose, tied the hare's legs and feet, and prepared to send it to the warm soup pot after descending the mountain.

"One of the traps paid off. ”

After rearranging the trap, Song Yuan carried firewood on his shoulders, an axe in one hand and a hare in the other, and walked down the mountain.

In this life, he was born in the woodcutter's house, and two years ago in this life, his parents died one after another, and he was the only one left.

He usually made a living by chopping wood and hunting, so that he lived a decent life in the small village a few miles away from this mountain, at least he never lacked food or clothing.

However, he did not plan to stay in the village forever, and spent his life collecting firewood and hunting for a living.

After he crossed over, there was a strange "thing" in his head.

As long as he closed his eyes and meditated, he could enter a place shrouded in mist and an ethereal fairyland.

However, that ethereal fairyland is only seven or eight steps in circumference, the size of a mural.

After entering, there is a gray mural in front of you, and the three sides behind you are heavy clouds that seem to be able to disperse the actual impassable with a wave of your sleeves.

Even if you swing an axe and slash, it will be bounced back by the clouds.

On the mural, it depicts a strong man with fierce looks and eyes like copper bells, who has fought with his bare hands and tigers in the mountains, and fought with evil Jiao in the river!

He had some vague guesses about the contents of the mural, but there was too little information to be sure.

The mural is gray and white, as if it can only be activated and opened after what conditions are met.

As for what the opening conditions were and what would happen after opening, Song Yuan didn't know, but he instinctively felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing.

I stayed in that village for more than ten years, did a lot of things, intentionally or unintentionally, and did not meet the conditions for opening the murals.

He had long wanted to leave the village, but he did not take action because his body had not grown up and it was extremely inconvenient to walk outside.

Now that the time is almost up, he plans to leave the countryside and go outside to see if he can meet the conditions to open the mural after a while, ready to leave the countryside and go outside.

He had a vague hunch that if he could open the mural, it would be of great benefit.

Song Yuan gathered his mind and continued to walk down the mountain.

......

"Sure enough, it is a blessing, and a disaster is not a one-way street. ”

Wang Ping lay weakly at the bottom of the pit, looking up to the sky and lamenting.

At the bottom of the pit are sparsely buried sharpened bamboo sticks, piercing the sky.

Last night he was in a hurry all night and fell into this trap without noticing.

Luckily, he was not buried directly at the bottom of the pit, but his right leg was pierced by a bamboo stick.

Due to excessive blood loss, Wang Ping's originally sallow and thin face became pale as paper at this time, which was a little terrifying, and the cloth clothes on his body were covered with mud, and there was a missing piece at the hem.

After being injured last night, he endured severe pain, and hurriedly tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied up his injured leg, otherwise at this time, not only would he have lost too much blood, but the blood had already dried up.

"Such a short pit, if it weren't for the serious injury to my right leg, how could it be difficult for me to survive!"

Wang Ping looked at the edge of the pit that was more than one person high, and then at his right leg that was pierced by a bamboo stick, his eyes were resentful.

"I, Wang Ping, just got that thing, and I'm going to die at the bottom of this pit in a blink of an eye!"

"I'm unwilling!"

Just then, a small sound came to his ears.

It's the footsteps of people!

Wang Ping was ecstatic and hurriedly opened his mouth to call for help!

"Help!"

A faint voice suddenly came, breaking the silence in the mountains.

Song Yuan paused, frowned slightly, and turned to look.

After a moment's hesitation, he tied the hare to the wood on his shoulder, and in his free hand he carried the axe, whose blade was sharpened to a shining one, and looked vigilantly in the direction from which the sound came.

He didn't go far before Song Yuan saw a somewhat familiar trap under a big tree.

Looking down, a thin middle-aged man, carrying a burden, was lying on the edge of the bottom of the pit with a pale face, his right leg pierced by a bamboo stick, and his injuries were terrible.

"Help, little brother, help me......"

When Wang Ping saw Song Yuan, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a life-saving straw, his expression was overjoyed, and he hurriedly asked for help again.

Song Yuan did not have a first aid person, and he swept Wang Ping's right leg that had been pierced by a bamboo stick.

The bamboo stick was originally buried deep at the bottom of the pit, but now it seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade and pierced into the man's leg.

There were no swords in sight, only short knives or daggers.

Ordinary people don't carry a dagger with them.

And the stubble where the bamboo stick is cut off does not look like it has been cut a little bit.

With a bamboo stick two or three fingers wide, with a dagger alone, in this case, even if he often goes up the mountain to fetch firewood, he can't cut it neatly in one or two strokes!

"I'm afraid this person is not an ordinary person..."

The vigilance and vigilance in Song Yuan's heart suddenly became a little heavier.

It is not difficult to save a person, but if the person is not a good person, he is likely to put himself in danger.

Song Yuan was looking at Wang Ping, guessing where he came from, and Wang Ping was also looking at him.

It was easy to tell which village Song Yuan was a woodcutter and should live in a nearby village.

The key is the hare tied to the load of firewood behind him!

In the mountains and forests, it is almost impossible to catch a hare without a bow and arrow!

Unless you set a trap in advance, wait for the hare to throw itself into the net!

And what almost killed him and brought him to such a situation happened to be a trap!

"You set this trap?!"

Wang Ping's face changed suddenly, and the instinctive anger in his eyes was almost about to erupt!

Faintly, a terrifying killing intent rushed to his face.

Song Yuan felt a sense of threat to his life, and the axe in his hand suddenly clenched instinctively.

His face tightened, he stepped back, put the axe in front of him, and said coldly.

"There are several villages nearby, and there are many hunters who go into this mountain forest to hunt.

I always set small traps to catch hares and pheasants when I was chopping wood. ”

Song Yuan looked at him again and said slowly.

"If you don't believe me, I can go, you're here waiting for the next person to save you. ”

Wang Ping's face changed when he heard this, and he reacted suddenly.

I was too impulsive just now.

The sharp pain in his right leg all the time tortured him all night, coupled with the violent ups and downs of his emotions in a short period of time, from despair to seeing hope, and then to discovering the suspected culprit who had killed him as he is now, which made him lose his mind for a while.

At this time, the most important thing he should do is not to find out if Song Yuan dug this trap and harmed him like this.

Instead, let Song Yuan rescue him from this trap quickly!

"Little brother, I'm sorry.

It's my impulsiveness that I didn't find out the truth of the matter, so I casually got angry at you. ”

Wang Ping coughed weakly twice, removed his hand from his lower back, and after apologizing, he almost pleaded.

"Be kind and save me from the bottom of this pit.

When I go out, I will repay you heavily!"