C21 The Quicksand Swallows People and Doesn't Spit out Their Bones

At midnight, at a ferry on the shore of Wei River, a rare bonfire was lit here.

Sheng Lianshan sat beside the bonfire with an ashen face. He was staring at the person sitting opposite him. There was an old man, a skinny short man, and a nine-foot tall scar-faced man.

There were many people walking back and forth in the surroundings that surprised him. The originally silent shore became noisy