But I can’t go back!

There were bursts of sobs in the screening room, and several girls left the screening room again. They felt that staying here was too depressing and they couldn't breathe at all.

"We have a signal, we have a signal! Haha, we have a signal!"

The dramatic scene, accompanied by Will Smith's excitement and excitement, sounded again.

The phone has signal!

Will Smith called the police, but the content of the call was extremely disgusting, especially the operator's arrogant, cold and questioning attitude, which made the audience feel disgusted.

They suddenly realized that the old American operators actually had this kind of quality.

The yellow sand seeped more and more, covering half of Will Smith's body. The air became thinner and thinner. Will Smith covered his throat and tried to let in more air. However, the constant coughing and suffocation made him feel uncomfortable.

Can't even suck it!

He began to completely collapse.

He completely lost his mind, roaring like a crazy beast, banging on the coffin frantically, banging his head against it, and digging with his nails. Shocking bloody lines were dug out on the top of the coffin.

"Kacha!"

The light of the lens flickers on and off...

Following a "cracking" sound, turbulent yellow sand seeped in like a tide, burying his body. He struggled to crawl out, but was immediately showered with yellow sand again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

His beast-like roar eventually turned into a whimper.

The audience's emotions were lifted wildly along with the camera, and their hearts trembled...

"laugh!"

They saw Zhou Yang tearing his clothes into pieces, violently covering Will Smith's head with clothes, wrapping his own head in clothes, and then grabbing Will Smith's hand with one hand.

The yellow sand is dyed red with blood.

In the hazy yellow sand, they saw Zhou Yang banging the coffin lid crazily...

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

The rhythmic sound impacts everyone's hearts over and over again.

Yellow sand buried them, but the rhythm of beating the coffin did not stop. Instead, accompanied by rapid breathing, it began to become harder and harder.

Some fans stood up uncontrollably.

"Kacha!"

They saw that the coffin wall was finally broken open, and the stones that were originally blocking it were smashed into pieces.

In the footage of Mo Lake, they saw Zhou Yang's figure desperately pulling at the yellow sand and clods of soil, grabbing upwards with all his strength...

Panting, panting like crazy, as if my lungs were about to explode.

struggle!

Zhou Yang seemed to have lost consciousness and struggled instinctively. His arms seemed to be dripping with blood, and almost no piece of flesh was intact.

but……

Inch after inch, he finally pulled Will Smith and struggled out of the small coffin.

Darkness flooded the entire screen.

There was no light on the entire screen, there was only sound, only the sound of Zhou Yang struggling upwards and the sound of yellow sand being pulled away.

However, the sound is getting lighter and lighter...

this moment!

Ba Liming's heart was twisted together and he almost suffocated.

The camera switched again, to a group of rescue teams desperately pulling away the sand.

In the lens, a pool of blood seeped out.

They saw a pair of hands pushing away the sand and climbing up desperately, as if trying to grab everything they could.

They saw a figure of flesh and blood. The figure lost consciousness and was almost driven to action by instinct.

When Ba Liming saw that the clothes on Zhou Yang's head were pulled away, revealing a face with no discernible facial features and breathing heavily, goosebumps all over his body rose.

Then……

He stood up unconsciously.

Applause followed a burst of sobs.

That is reverence for life!

……………………

VIP room.

Jiang Ge saw many people coming out one after another.

Almost all the audience members had a hint of despair on their faces.

Several girls squatted on the ground, sobbing, seemingly unable to release themselves from that emotion.

Jiang Ge saw "one of his own" coming out and took out his mobile phone.

Then...

Django's phone rang.

He answered the phone.

"I'm sorry, I can't act against my conscience..."

"This is the only movie that shocked me deep in my heart..."

"Life can be so tenacious..."

He heard a burst of apology, and then Jiang Ge saw "one of his own" hang up the phone.

When he looked down the aisle again, he saw the audience members walking out of the theater talking over and over again about the touch and emotional tremor "Struggle" brought to them.

Immediately afterwards, countless movie fans swarmed around the ticket window...

They looked excited...

Very crazy.

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Chapter completed!