Ba Liming heard the sound of cracking stone slabs in the camera lens, and the layers of cracks at the coffin wall...

Those military vehicles ran over the coffin!

When these words appeared in his mind, his whole body trembled.

More and more sand seeped into the coffin, and the camera lens became extremely blurry. Everyone could only see two silhouettes and bursts of coughing.

When the feeling of the lake got a little better, they saw Will Smith holding his throat and gasping for air. His mouth was full of mud and sand, but he seemed to be unable to feel it.

The sound of increasingly heavy breathing shocked the ears of all viewers.

They saw that Zhou Yang's body was stiff, like a lifeless machine, and he continued to dig into the coffin...

They saw Will Smith's body trembling and the veins popping out in his neck, but he still held the lamp and illuminated Zhou Yang's figure who was constantly striking.

Time passed bit by bit.

They went around and chipped away at the coffin's cracks more and more slowly, like a rusty machine.

Finally, they saw Zhou Yang's arm suddenly stop without warning, and then they saw Zhou Yang's head tilted to the side, as if he had lost his life due to lack of oxygen.

The audience couldn't breathe!

The few film critics who were going to criticize "Struggle" were even more stunned.

They saw Zhou Yang suddenly burst out and stabbed his arm with a knife. Shocking blood flowed out of his arm. They could even vaguely see Bai Sen's bones, and the wound was even more ferocious and terrifying.

Waves of exclamations broke the silence of the entire screening room.

An Xiao, who was sitting next to Zhou Yang, suddenly covered her mouth, tears uncontrollable, and her heart kept trembling.

he……

it turns out……

it turns out!

In order to keep myself sane, I actually did this...

"winter"

"winter!"

"winter!"

On the screen, Will Smith was unconscious, and the light on the screen began to become extremely dim...

Ba Liming looked in shock at the figure who continued to dig desperately in the dim light.

Although it has been bandaged, the entire coffin wall is vaguely filled with dark red donated blood...

Moreover, it did not stop, but continued to flow bit by bit.

"line!"

"The wires are here, the resistors are here..."

"No multimeter..."

"Circuit diagram..."

"..."

There was no light visible on the screen, but everyone could hear Zhou Yang muttering to himself, using a lot of professional terms that only people with electronic information majors would know.

They couldn't see clearly what Zhou Yang was doing. They only knew that Zhou Yang's hand stretched out of the coffin, desperately grasping the last chance and connecting the wires.

Time passes bit by bit...

Zhou Yang's figure moves more and more slowly, and the voice in his mouth becomes softer and softer...
Chapter completed!