In the seemingly calm dark ground, ye Sili had pried off a corner of the coffin and smelled the smell of the earth under the ground. Some soil leaked into the coffin. She thought for a moment and took the broken wood first to plug the loophole.

    Her coffin was not sealed, but the place where she was buried was a little deep, so she couldn''t escape easily just because of the weight of the soil on the coffin.

    Not only that, although the coffin trapped her, it also protected her from being directly buried in the earth and suffocating to death, so she couldn''t even leave here for the time being.

    However, two more things are imminent.

    Ye Sili wiped the sweat on his forehead, licked his dry lips, and put down the empty oxygen bottle beside his mouth.

    She stayed in the field for so long and didn''t drink a mouthful of water, but this was the fifth oxygen bottle she consumed.

    There were only nine compressed oxygen cylinders in the coffin, and she had used up more than half.

    But so far, she has only pried open a corner.

    At present efficiency, it is almost impossible for her to escape.

    The stuffy air in the coffin was oppressed and suffocated.

    Muggy, lack of water, suffocation, sweating

    Countless deadly questions surrounded her.

    But she still gritted her teeth and insisted.

    The board of the coffin had been broken a little, and the overall load-bearing structure had been damaged. After that, it was not so difficult for her to pry it again.

    In addition, she pried the thin coffin on her head rather than the thick coffin board on her head, which also made her a little easier.

    Unfortunately, she only has an ordinary medical scissors and her hands that have been congested and red because of overuse.

    Nevertheless, she still opened her bright eyes and dug the soil at the bottom of the ground.

    If there is no light under the ground, she is the only light here.

    ……

    "Ah Cheng, when the master recites scriptures to Qin Qing, he needs his family to read them. I know you are a busy man, but Qin Qing cared about you very much before he died. I still hope you can come."

    On the way back, Qin Zhongquan got into Qin Cheng''s car and talked about it to him.

    Qin Cheng''s pure black eyes swept him, and the light in his narrow eyes was dark and unpredictable.

    Qin Zhongquan was shocked when he received such eyes.

    But he is also a silent Lord, so there are no flaws on the surface.

    He just looked at Qin Cheng quietly and waited for his answer.

    Qin Cheng slowly opened his lips, "I need to go back to the company and arrange my work."

    "Well, good."

    Qin Zhongquan seemed calm, but his fingers on his legs could not help trembling slightly.

    No words all the way.

    After Qin Zhongquan returned to his residence in Lingnan, he quickly arranged people to chant scriptures at home. At the same time, he secretly gave orders to other things. After confirming that Qin Cheng only went to the company, he rushed to Lingnan. He was greatly relieved.

    As long as Qin Cheng didn''t make arrangements and the Qin family didn''t go in and out of anyone, he would be able to get an accurate number of the news he wanted.

    In the evening, when the orange sun slowly fell from the sky, Qin Cheng, dressed in black, stood tall and walked into the Lingnan residence.

    At this time, the altar had been arranged in the house. Qin Qing''s clothes and supplies were enshrined in the center. Around him were a group of and Shang in cassocks, singing scriptures in a low voice in the light of candles.

    The scene was solemn and sacred, and Qin Cheng walked to Qin Zhongquan with a cold and handsome face, like a murderous God who accidentally entered the temple.

    But he just sat quietly beside Qin Zhongquan. The waiter handed him the Scriptures. He glanced, found the position where the monks were singing, and hung his eyes and recited.

    The candle beat and softened his outline.

    Seeing his appearance, Qin Zhongquan finally relaxed a little.

    Everything seems to have calmed down.

    The night is deep.

    The chanting voice in Lingnan villa finally stopped.

    "Ah Cheng, thank you for coming." after that, Qin Zhongquan came to Qin Cheng and said.

    Qin Cheng just nodded slightly and then replied:

    "You''re welcome, second uncle. I still have something to tell Wang Fufen. You''re tired, so let''s have a rest first."

    "OK." Qin Zhongquan nodded and watched Qin Cheng leave, and his eyes gradually became cold.

    After Qin Cheng completely disappeared from his vision, he turned and went to the meeting room at home and saw several of his men.

    "Are you sure Zhou Mengqing was really put in the coffin?" he asked.

    "Yes, I was also involved at that time. I saw Wang Fu put her in with my own eyes." a woman bowed her head and replied.

    Because Qin Cheng''s ancestral home is shielded from electronic equipment signals, she must leave there if she wants to go out to deliver messages.

    Hearing this, Qin Zhongquan showed a ferocious smile, "OK."

    Very good.

    Qin Cheng wants to dig his own grave and send his fatal weakness to him. How can this be bad?

    In another reception hall not far away, Qin Cheng sat calmly in a chair.

    Wang Fu bowed his head and reported the situation:

    "Aunt Zhang is the only one who left the house today; Miss Zhou is in good condition, but..."

    Wang Fu said, trying to stop talking.

    "Say," Qin Cheng ordered.

    "However, her amount of exercise exceeded our expectations. We prepared an oxygen bottle for her before. It''s estimated that it won''t last long."

    "What?" Qin Cheng showed an unexpected look before his subordinates for the first time.

    That woman, she is trapped in the coffin. How can she toss about so much?

    Wang Fu handed a small Bluetooth headset, "Lord Qin, listen..."

    In the earphone, there was the sound of the coffin being planed.

    In order to monitor Ye Sili''s situation at any time, Wang Fu even put a small listener in the coffin.

    If Lord Qin didn''t say that he wanted her to die, he would never let her die like that.

    Qin Cheng frowned, "where did she get the tools?"

    Wang Fuwei said, "don''t... Don''t know."

    Qin Cheng glanced at him coldly, and Wang Fu immediately shrunk his shoulder.

    "With her current consumption rate, how long can she last at most?" Qin Cheng asked again.

    "At most... One more day."

    "I see. Now go to the hospital and look at your second aunt. I''ll deal with other things."

    "OK." Wang Fu said and left the room.

    After leaving, Wang Fucai realized later that Lord Qin didn''t return the monitor to him?

    Is it difficult for him to monitor Miss Zhou himself?

    I dare not think about it.

    Benedict, Benedict, Benedict

    A dull noise came from the monitor.

    Qin Cheng listened coldly. It was hard to imagine what tool the woman was hiding to do things.

    From the night she was caught, when he saw her borrow a small bedside table and almost escape with a ventilation pipe, he knew that this woman was definitely not as simple as she looked.

    But unexpectedly, in such a desperate situation, she could touch an unknown tool and destroy the prison he gave.

    One day later, she will die of hypoxia and suffocate in the ground; Or dig up the coffin and escape from life?

    He prefers the latter.

    But he will never let her escape again!