A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

When the whole family in the west of the village heard that the village chief and Meng Donglai were going to go up the mountain to find Quan Lanxi, they immediately went to the bamboo forest.

"Village chief, you must find my grandson!"

Grandma Gan held his hand, her eyes filled with tears.

Their next generation is still nowhere to be seen, and now their eldest grandson has disappeared; it's like tearing their hearts out.

The village chief reassured them, "We'll be out soon. If all else fails, we'll call on the villagers to search the mountains together."

Grandma Gan sobbed, and the rest of the family could only pin their hopes on them.

"Thank you, village chief. No matter what, we need to see the person alive or dead... we need to see their body."

The village chief turned and left, but they weren't actually that nervous.

After all, if someone is lost in a trap, it would be a big problem if they couldn't be found.

The trap that Meng Donglai dug was not in the deepest part of the forest, but on another path that no one had ever taken.

The closer you get to the trap, the stronger the stench becomes.

"Is he dead?" The village chief was a little scared; this stench was no good.

Meng Donglai shook his head, "Death doesn't taste like this."

When he got close to the trap, Meng Donglai saw several different footprints.

The village chief wasn't ignorant; such large animal footprints could only belong to a bear. He nervously raised his gun.

To prevent real bears from hiding nearby and attacking them.

"It's alright, village chief, this bear was just passing by."

Meng Donglai knew very well that he had seen the bear's footprints many times before.

Very clever, he never lingers around his traps.

He finally reached the trap and pulled back the thicket of thorns to see the entire trap.

The stench originated from underneath the trap.

"Tsk, this trap is dirty, we need to dig a new one."

He had left the trap for the bear, and Quan Lanxi was lying in it, his face covered in blood.

His lower leg was clearly broken; he probably tried to climb up but fell back down and broke his leg.

Not long after the thorny bushes used as cover on the trap were moved away, the entire Blue West was awakened by the blinding light.

I saw two people in the trap.

"Save...save me, please!" Quan Lanxi's voice was hoarse; she hadn't had water or food for three days.

To survive, he had to eat his own excrement and was so weak that he couldn't even crawl.

"I can save you, but how can I guarantee you won't retaliate against me?"

Quan Lanxi struggled to hold up three fingers: "I swear to God, if I ever harm anyone again, may I die a horrible death."

He simply made Quan Lanxi make a promise in front of the village chief.

If there's a next time, the village chief and the old Party Secretary won't have any reason to stop him.

"Village chief, let's go."

Quan Lanxi thought he didn't believe her, her eyes were full of panic, and her pupils contracted with her rapid breathing.

"Don't go! Don't go!"

He couldn't keep these two people; the hope of survival slipped away from him.

Quan Lanxi's mind went blank. He could only see death closing in step by step, and fear enveloped him in the trap.

Meng Donglai and the village chief left only to find Quan's family and let them fish the slovenly man out themselves.

The trap reeked of a nauseating stench because the entire Lanxi community had left excrement everywhere.

The whole family heard that Quan Lanxi had fallen into a hunter's trap, but he was still alive, and they needed a few people to retrieve him.

They immediately called several relatives to help them rescue the person.

The father asked in bewilderment, "What kind of trap could ensnare a person?"

The village chief led them along the path: "It must be a trap dug for a bear."

"Bear!?"

Those who heard this were startled; there really was a bear!

It seems this mountain is truly impassable.

The village chief appeared calm and composed, but in reality, his hand never left the hunting rifle.

I really don't know how that kid Meng Donglai had the guts to try and kill a bear.