Shangguan Dehui hadn't expected to meet a familiar face deep in these old mountains.
Even more unexpected was that it was Ni Cuihua, someone he had met twice before.
Ni Cuihua immediately put down her back basket, crouching on the ground. She gripped the wild grass near the edge of the trap tightly with one hand, and reached into the trap with the other, "Mr. Shangguan, quick, grab my hand. I'll pull you up."
Shangguan Dehui reached out and even stood on his tiptoes, but they fell short of a few centimetres.
He tried jumping, yet still couldn't reach Ni Cuihua's hand.
At this time, Ni Cuihua continued, "Mr. Shangguan, please wait a moment. I will go find a sturdier stick to help you."
The long stick she had been using to part the wild grass was too thin to support the weight of an adult.
