You made me a superstar

Chapter 267 Life and Death
The already narrow space became even narrower after a burst of squeeze.

The quality of the coffin was pretty good, it wasn't flattened, it was only cracked...

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

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

He already obviously felt a little short of breath, and he was getting closer and closer to the critical point of 12%.

The time on the phone shows 19:30.

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

The situation is bad.

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

Zhou Yang did not give up, but continued to chisel beside the coffin with a knife. While chiseling, he covered his nose and water with his clothes, and the regular sound came into Will Smith's ears continuously.

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

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

"If, one day, I can see the light of day again..."

"I hope someone will 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 seeped into the coffin, and there was a burst of dust. In this hellish world, Will Smith felt that his throat was also full of sand and thin oxygen. It made him unable to speak any more, he panted heavily, but no matter how hard he panted, it was not enough, he pushed the coffin hard, but his strength became weaker and weaker.

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

The light of the camera was not bright enough, so Zhou Yang chiseled out a small hole, which was just enough for a few fingers to stick out.

"Are we still alive?"

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

"As long as the circuits in the coffin and the external oxygen supply system are restored, there is a chance..."

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

Will Smith said this sentence.

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

It was obvious that there was a big bang above, and it was crushed by something not long after the big bang. Whether the oxygen supply system can be used is a problem.

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Yang's face changed slightly, but then he continued to chisel the direction of the circuit board with a knife.

Will Smith gritted his teeth, and finally used his mobile phone to light up the direction in which Zhou Yang was chiseling.

dead silence...

fear……

depress...

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

19 points.

Will Smith began to have difficulty breathing. He opened his mouth desperately, as if he wanted to suck in everything he could. Even if his mouth was filled with dust, he didn't seem to care about it.

He heard the sound of chiseling things start to slow down and become a little irregular. Zhou Yang's body was very stiff, like a rusty machine, ready to stop at any moment.

19 points.

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

However, he still stretched out his arms, letting the phone's light shine on Zhou Yang's side.

He saw that Zhou Yang no longer chiseled the walls of the coffin.

But...

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

His pupils shrank!
He was shocked. He saw Zhou Yang suddenly reach out to his arm with a knife, and slashed his arm severely. Immediately afterwards, bright red blood flowed out of his arm.

After a brief bandage, he didn't say a word, continuing to chisel the wall as if he hadn't heard the sound at all.

Will Smith was greatly shocked in his heart, the shocking blood stained Zhou Yang's clothes red, and the wound was hideous and terrifying.

19 points.

Will Smith's vision began to blur, and the buzzing in his ears became more intense. He seemed to hear strange sounds vaguely.

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

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

He is extremely weak!

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

He no longer knew where he was.

"Snapped!"

Vaguely, he heard a strange voice, but he couldn't tell whether the voice was a hallucination or reality.

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

His hands twitched at first, followed by crazily convulsions, his eyeballs were wide open, and his fingers scratched the coffin lid over and over again. Even after his fingertips were pierced by wooden thorns, he still didn't stop.

He no longer feels pain.

The extent of his struggle went from being extremely violent at the beginning, to gradually calming down, tending to instinctive confrontation, and finally becoming calm...

He finally lost consciousness, and the endless darkness and dust engulfed his body. Even though he passed out, he still opened his mouth.

19 points.

The camera was still working, shining on the corner, Zhou Yang who dug open the coffin and touched the wiring with his feeling in the yellow sand.

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

19 points.

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

He even desperately grabbed the wound with his hands.

As if forcing himself to stay awake.

19 points.

After recording this scene, the camera device between coffins and coffins suddenly dimmed.

It's officially dead.

As the lights dimmed, the camera on the other side that was filming Zhou Yang also flickered for a while, and finally dimmed.

It's also out of power.

Only a few pre-wired mobile phones are still diligently recording the scene in the coffin from all angles.

And, the mobile phone that fell on the ground, Will Smith's lighting, its light happened to shine on Zhou Yang's body...

It showed Zhou Yang's blood flowing out, as well as his unceasingly heaving chest!

20 points.

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

The oxygen supply equipment in the hidden part of the coffin began to operate slowly, and a gust of wind could be heard vaguely.

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

20 points.

In the video of the mobile phone, Zhou Yang desperately wanted to change his position, but on the other side, after the internal power supply battery was connected, the camera that had been turned off turned on again, and a new round of work started.

In the small space, the panting sound was heavy, but the feeling of suffocation has eased a lot.

Zhou Yang got up slowly, took a big sip of water, and then gave Will Smith the water and stuffed it into Will Smith's mouth.

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

"I still...cough, cough..."

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

After vomiting, he breathed greedily for the air, feeling alive again.

"Praise God! Damn it, you should be praised, Mr. Zhou Yang!"

Will Smith looked around, crying with excitement.

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

The crisis has not passed yet. Due to the destruction of the coffin, sand and dust seeped in from all directions, and sooner or later the two of them would be buried...

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

Zhou Yang observed the sand seeping in from all directions, and remained silent for a long time.

He had watched "Buried Alive" before, and even searched the Internet for self-rescue methods after being buried alive, but obviously, these methods are not applicable here.

In the end, Zhou Yang stared at the hole he had carved with all his might. After hesitating for a while, he realized that the place was not surrounded by stone walls, it should be full of sand...

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

"it is good!"

Perhaps with the hope of survival, Will Smith began to desperately use all methods to block the seeping sand, and on the other side, he kept pushing the sand to the other side, trying not to block the mouth of the oxygen supply equipment.

Half an hour later.

Zhou Yang dug a big hole in the coffin, stretched out his hand, and when he was about to pull it out, his originally hopeful expression gradually became stiff.

There……

There is a large broken rock.

He tried his best to push the stone in the yellow sand, but he didn't expect the stone to remain motionless.

silence!

Endless silence.

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

"boom!"

The ground shook again, and the oxygen supply system was cut off in an instant. Zhou Yang frantically picked up something and pressed it, but countless yellow sands still seeped in in a crazy manner, no matter how they tried to stop it, they couldn't stop it...

In the end, he used his body to block the infiltrating yellow sand, which made it a little better.

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

A breath of despair permeated this small space of less than three square meters...

(End of this chapter)