Ladder

Many times, only when humans had a brush with death did they realize how fragile human life was.

It took mere seconds to go from smooth driving to falling into quicksand. Between climbing out of the window and onto the car and getting out of the quicksand with the lead rope, barely two minutes had passed, but he felt like he had visited hell and come back to Earth again. He was trembling hard, the beads of sweat on his forehead falling as though it had just rained.

The others who had stayed behind could guess that something bad had happened from what transpired over the walkie-talkie and abandoned everything to come to their rescue.

Seeing that the convoy had driven closer and closer, he was afraid that someone might fall into quicksand again, so he ordered them to stop.

Wei Kang had escaped the grasp of death, panting for barely a few seconds before he pushed away Zhang Zian's helping hand, struggling to point at his own car. "I'm alright! Save the car!"