Zheng Qing looked at the rough bark in front of him, sighing gloomily.
He knew only too well that his prophecy skills were rather average, unfit to be an Auxiliary Hunter, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.
Although on the way following the Tiger Demon, he squeezed a bunch of Cao herbs to calculate every ten or so minutes, halting only when he was sure there was no wizard ahead, he still stepped into this trap.
Yes, he had just stepped into a rather mediocre trap.
A few yellow, substandard Binding talismans were buried under the grass, with an uneven rune array engraved on the brown bark by an engraving knife. If this were Assistant Hilda's practice class, Zheng Qing would never have been fooled by such a crude trap; or if he had been floating forward with the help of the cloud climbing talisman, he would definitely not have stepped on these papers.
But, there are no buts in life.
