Seeing the figure waving in the white mist, Qin Nuo wiped the cold sweat off his face with a towel and pulled the rickshaw over.

As he got closer, he saw the customer's face clearly. It was a rough-looking man, his thin clothes stretched tight over his muscular frame.

Similarly, his face bore a vacant expression, and his eyes couldn't focus.

Behind him lay a large burlap sack, a classic green urea sack.