Although the man's clothes were black and their material was indiscernible, their style was definitely not that of someone from the valley.

Mu Jin's face immediately darkened, and she cursed inwardly, "What a damn bad luck! All my hard work today was for nothing!" She immediately wanted to leave.

She had no intention of saving this person whose fate was unknown and whose origins were unclear.

In the real world, she likes to watch TV dramas in her spare time, or read the scripts she receives. In those dramas, if the female lead picks up a man and takes him home, she either gets her entire clan wiped out or is killed. So she believes that minding your own business can save your life.

Just as she got up and was about to leave, a silver needle flew towards her from the bottom of the trap. Before Mu Jin could react, the silver needle was already stuck straight into her arm.

A slight tingling and numbness instantly shot through her arm. Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of curses, the man in the trap slowly propped himself up with his hands and sat up against the trap wall.

"May I ask if you dug this trap, brother?" The man's hoarse voice came from inside the trap. Although it was tired, it was like the sound of bells and drums at dawn and dusk, distant and beautiful.

Mu Jin slowly stood up at the edge of the trap, pulled out the silver needle and threw it back at the man, coldly replying, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

The man's voice continued in a low voice, "If that's the case, I was injured in the leg by your trap, so you should apologize to me and then properly rescue me."

Mu Jin scoffed coldly: "What if it isn't?"

"If not, then acting bravely and rescuing people in distress is a virtue!"

Mu Jin rolled her eyes and said, "You're unlucky. You've run into someone who doesn't understand apology or virtue."