So, there she was, with an ugly wooden basket on her back, squatting on the ground, digging up an herb, when suddenly a hoarse voice carried by the wind floated over.
"Is anyone there, help me—" The voice was so feeble it hardly seemed possible, breathless and barely louder than that of a mosquito.
Dong Huiying initially didn't pay much attention, but the calls were incessant.
"Is anyone there, save me—" This time, she heard the cry for help, so she hurriedly picked up the ugly little wooden basket and followed the voice, only to see a large pit, one dug out by hunters, deep and wide, probably two or three meters across, meant for trapping large game like wild boars.
