Sharon took a deep breath. Now was not the time to consider the outcome. She tried her best to focus her attention on the process of setting up the trap to catch the pheasant. Now, she could only do her best and leave it to fate.
The night got even darker. The cries of wild chickens rang out from time to time in the forest, and everyone's nerves were tense.
Sharon tightened the mechanism frame and stuck it on the trigger. The general outline of the trap had been completed, and Sharon heaved a sigh of relief.
Sharon picked up some scattered short branches on the ground and laid them on the trigger. This way, she could increase the area of the trigger. In the end, she would tie the end of the hemp rope to the trigger and lay it flat on the trigger. This way, when the prey stepped on the trigger, it would directly become Sharon and the others' dinner tonight.
