Snakehead's foot was twisted, and because it was summer, he was wearing knee-length shorts. His foot got caught and was slashed by broken branches, leaving several bloodstains.
The trap was not deep; when Snakehead fell into it, it only came up to his knees, but it contained various filth, including rotted melon flesh, other household trash, and the smell of urine.
Snakehead's anger surged, but now was not the time to lose his temper. Ignoring the wounds on his foot, he steadied the flashlight and, holding a dagger, tried to find out who exactly was opposing him.
The villager standing not far behind Snakehead felt something brush past him just now; he got goosebumps all over, especially when he heard Snakehead mutter, "We've bumped into something evil," sending a chill down his spine.
