Luke asked, "How do you know this isn't meant to trap beasts?"
"I'm a wilderness adventure expert. I've been hunting with my father in the wild since I was under ten. No one knows hunting better than me." The gray-haired old man gritted his teeth, inhaling sharply from pain,
"Could you lend me a hand first? I'll explain slowly later."
"Alright, what do I need to do?"
"Find some sticks and stones, we'll need them soon."
Luke was worried about encountering an animal trap ahead, so he didn't walk forward but retraced his steps, finding two relatively thick branches and two rhombus-shaped stones.
Luke used a stick to probe the ground and made his way to the side of the white-haired old man.
Under the old man's guidance, the two used sticks and stones to pry open the animal trap, and the old man quickly pulled his foot out.
"Thank you for rescuing me." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the ground, completely relaxed now.
