After dissembling all the traps and tricks in the surrounding area, Qin Wushuang finally returned to the original place. Firstly, he picked up that number twenty-six plate he had put down before. Then, he jumped across the canyon and arrived at the opposite hill.
When he came to the giant hole and looked down, Qin Wushuang drew in a breath of cold air.
Not only had those bamboo spears and arrows filled its surroundings, even without those, anybody would face an unimaginable consequence if they had fallen into it.
In this giant hole, caltrops, sharp wooden stakes, bamboo sticks, and many other sharp objects were jam-packed in it. A layer of strange blue fluid was painted on all the sharp parts. It was obvious that it was a dangerous poison.
