Chapter 12 The Remains of Barren Hills (III)(18)

This is no longer an ordinary handcart. It seems to have several years of history. I slid slightly on the surface of the handcart wearing gloves. Suddenly, it seemed as if a hard object had caught my right hand’s gauze gloves. I slowly separated the gloves from the hard object and fixed my eyes on it. It turned out that there was a prominent nail in the milddle of the surface of the handcart. Probably for fear of hurting people with the nail, the tips of the nail have been broken and bent, forming a slightly protruding hook on the front of the handcart.