You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 267

   Chapter 267 Life and Death

   The originally small space became even narrower after a while of squeezing.

  The quality of the coffin is very good, it was not squashed, only a burst of cracks were pressed out...

  More and more yellow sand infiltrated from the gap little by little, and I couldn't stop it with my clothes.

  The space became extremely hot and dry, Zhou Yang was sweating all over his body, but fortunately there was a lot of mineral water, so that he would not be dehydrated...

   He has clearly felt a little short of breath, and he is getting closer and closer to the critical point of 12%.

   The time display on the phone is 19:30.

   There is still a signal, but it still can't get through any calls from the outside world, as if it has become a decoration.

  The situation is bad.

  Vill Smith lay motionless on the other side of the coffin, his heavy breathing revealed his fear and anxiety, which proved that he was still alive, at least at this moment.

   Zhou Yang did not give up, but continued to chisel around the coffin with a knife. While chiseling, he covered his nose and water with his clothes, and regular voices kept reaching Will Smith's ears.

   After about a few seconds, Will Smith trembled slightly, stood up and picked up the phone as if thinking of something.

The camera of the    mobile phone shone on his face, he hesitated for a moment, and finally began to talk about his last words.

   "If, one day, I can see the sun again..."

   "I wish someone could bring this video to Matthew and Louie, my dearest children..."

   "I've always been proud of you..."

   "Cough, cough!"

He suddenly began to cough violently. More and more sand penetrated into the coffin, and there were bursts of dust. In the hellish world, Will Smith felt that his throat was full of sand and thin oxygen. He couldn't speak any longer. He gasped for breath, but he couldn't breathe enough. He pushed the coffin fiercely, but became weaker and weaker.

   "Smith, I need your help, please stretch out a hand and take a picture for me..."

   The camera's light wasn't bright enough, so Zhou Yang cut a small hole, just enough for a few fingers to stick out.

   "Can we still live?"

  Vill Smith turned on the strong light in his phone and asked this question.

   "As long as the circuit of the oxygen supply system inside the coffin and outside is restored, there is a chance..."

   "I just heard something drive over our heads..."

  Vill Smith said this.

   No matter how powerful the internal oxygen supply system is, it must be connected to the above.

   It was obvious that there had been a big explosion, and it was run over by something not long after the big explosion. Whether the oxygen supply system can be used is a problem.

   After hearing this sentence, Zhou Yang's expression changed slightly, but then he still chiseled the direction of the circuit board with a knife.

  Vill Smith gritted his teeth, and finally used his mobile phone to illuminate the direction of Zhou Yang's chisel.

  Dead silence...

   Fear…

   Depressed...

   Various emotions swept through his heart, time passed bit by bit, as if every second was consuming all kinds of time.

   19:35.

  Vill Smith began to have difficulty breathing. He tried his best to open his mouth, as if he wanted to **** in everything he could, even if his mouth was full of sand and dust, he didn't seem to care.

   He heard the sound of chiseling things started to slow down and became a little irregular. Zhou Yang's body was very stiff, like a rusty machine, it would stop at any time.

   19:45.

Will Smith's lungs twitched violently, and he felt a sense of pressure that was about to explode. He didn't know when it started, and there was a slight buzzing sound in his ears. He breathed all the air greedily, and his whole body drooped silently. down.

   However, he still stretched his arms and let the light of his mobile phone shine on Zhou Yang's side.

   He saw that Zhou Yang no longer cut the coffin wall.

   but…

   "God, you, you...what are you doing!"

   His pupils shrank!

   He was shocked. He saw Zhou Yang suddenly stretched out his knife to his arm, and stabbed his arm fiercely. Immediately afterwards, dark red blood flowed out of his arm.

   After a simple bandage, he didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear a sound at all, he continued to chisel the wall.

  Vill Smith was shocked deep in his heart, the shocking blood stained Zhou Yang's clothes, and the wound was ferocious and terrifying.

   19:51.

  Vill Smith's vision began to blur, and the buzzing in his ears became stronger, and he seemed to hear strange sounds one by one.

   He shook his head violently, but his thinking became more and more confused, and he even felt that there were hallucinations in front of him.

   He opened his mouth more and more, but no matter how much he opened his mouth, the oxygen he inhaled was not enough!

   His whole body is extremely weak!

   The whole person fell into a state of being awake and hallucinating at times, his toes hooked in uncontrollably, and his lungs seemed to explode.

   He couldn't tell where he was.

"Snapped!"

   Indistinctly, he heard a strange voice, and then, but he couldn't tell whether the voice was an illusion or reality.

   He couldn't hold his phone anymore, and his body was desperately hitting the coffin lid because of the lack of oxygen.

  His hands twitched at first, then crazily spasmed, his eyes widened, his fingers scratching the lid of the coffin over and over again, and after his fingertips were pierced by a wooden thorn, he still didn't stop.

   He no longer felt pain.

   The range of his struggles went from extremely violent at the beginning, to gradual gentleness, tending to instinctive confrontation, and finally becoming gentle...

   He finally lost consciousness, the endless darkness accompanied by sand and dust engulfed his body, even if he fainted, he still kept his mouth open.

   19:55.

  The camera is still working, shining on the corner, Zhou Yang, who has cut open the coffin and touched the line by feeling in the yellow sand.

   Zhou Yang's face was ashen, his whole body was soaked with sweat, but he was still in the dark, shaking his arms over and over again...

   19:58.

  Under the camera, Zhou Yang finally lowered his head and lay down in the sand. He did not twitch like Will Smith, but clenched his fists and the veins on his neck burst out.

   Even desperately grabbed the wound with his hands.

   As if forcing himself to stay awake.

   19:59.

  The photographic installation between the coffin and the coffin suddenly dimmed after recording the scene.

   It is officially out of power.

  As the lights dimmed, the light of the camera on the other side of Zhou Yang also flickered, and finally dimmed.

   It also has no electricity.

   Only a few pre-tied mobile phones still diligently record the scene in the coffin from all angles.

   And, the phone that fell on the ground and was used for lighting by Will Smith, its light happened to shine on Zhou Yang...

   took a picture of the blood flowing out of Zhou Yang, as well as the constantly heaving chest!

   20:03.

   There was a burst of dust in the coffin, and then the dust became bigger and bigger...

  The oxygen supply equipment in the hidden place of the coffin started to operate slowly, and a gust of wind could be heard faintly.

  The blood stained Zhou Yang's whole body, Zhou Yang's body shook violently, his breathing rate became higher and higher, and his chest heaved more and more.

   20:10.

   In the video of the mobile phone, Zhou Yang desperately wanted to change positions, while on the other side, after the internal power supply battery was connected, the camera that had been extinguished turned on again, and a new round of work began.

   In the small space, the sound of breathing was heavy, but the feeling of suffocation was relieved a lot.

   Zhou Yang got up slowly, took a big gulp of water, and then took the water to Will Smith and put it into Will Smith's mouth.

  Vill Smith coughed, woke up faintly, and then looked at himself in disbelief.

   "I'm still...cough, cough..."

   Countless silt was in his throat, in his stomach, in his nose, and he began to vomit continuously, crying smack...

After    he vomited, he breathed the air greedily, feeling that he was alive again.

   "Praise God! Damn, I should praise you, Mr. Zhou Yang!"

  Vill Smith looked around, crying with excitement.

   Zhou Yang wrapped his hands, and when his emotions calmed down, he watched more and more dust beside the coffin.

  The crisis is not over yet, because of the destruction of the coffin, sand and dust seeped in from all directions, sooner or later, the two will be buried...

   "What should we do?" Will Smith looked at Zhou Yang. At this moment, he ignited a glimmer of hope.

   Zhou Yang watched the sand seeping in from all directions and was silent for a long time.

   He had read "Buried Alive", and even searched the Internet for self-rescue methods after being buried alive, but obviously, none of these methods are applicable here.

  In the end, Zhou Yang stared at the hole that he had dug out with all his might. After hesitating for a while, he thought that there was no stone wall in that place, it should be all sand...

   "Find a way to dig here, Mr. Smith, you help me put the soil on the other side... I'll dig this hole bigger, let's go out!"

"it is good!"

   Maybe there is hope for life, Will Smith began to desperately use all means to block the infiltrating sand and soil, and on the other side, he kept pushing the sand to the other side, trying not to block the oxygen supply equipment port.

   Half an hour later.

   Zhou Yang cut a large opening in the coffin, stretched out his hand, and was about to pull it out, his originally hopeful expression began to stiffen.

There……

   There is a large broken stone.

   He pushed the stone hard in the yellow sand, but he didn't expect the stone to move.

  Silence!

   Endless silence.

   Zhou Yang turned his head and sighed, looking at Will Smith, when he was about to say something...

   "Boom!"

  The earth shook again, the oxygen supply system was disconnected instantly, Zhou Yang picked up something and pressed it like a madman, but countless yellow sand still seeped in in a frenzied manner, no matter how hard they blocked it...

   In the end, he blocked the infiltrating yellow sand with his body, which was a little better.

   But at this time, the living space is getting more and more squeezed, and the air becomes thinner again.

  The breath of despair permeates this small space that is less than three square meters...

   (end of this chapter)

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