Master Qin, Madam is Mad at You

In the seemingly calm dark ground, Ye Sili had already pried off a corner of the coffin, and smelled the earth under the ground. There was a little soil leaking into the coffin. She thought for a moment, but first took the broken wood to plug the loophole. .

The coffin she was in was not sealed, but the place where she was buried was a bit deep, so just the weight of the soil on the coffin could make her unable to escape easily.

Not only that, although the coffin trapped her, it also protected her, preventing her from being suffocated to death by being buried in the soil, so she could not even leave here for the time being.

However, two more things are imminent.

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

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

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

But until now, she has only pried open a corner.

Judging from the current efficiency, it is almost impossible for her to escape.

The dull air in the coffin was suppressed and suffocated.

Sultry, lack of water, suffocation, sweating...

Countless fatal questions surround her.

But she still clenched her teeth.

The wooden board of the coffin has been broken a bit, and the overall load-bearing structure has been destroyed, and it will not be so difficult for her to pry afterwards.

Another point is that she pried the thin coffin on the top of her head instead of the thick coffin board on her head, which also made her a little easier.

It's a pity that she only has a pair of ordinary medical scissors, and her hands that have become bloodshot and red because of overuse.

Despite this, she still opened a pair of shiny eyes, and digging into the soil under the ground.

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

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"A Cheng, when the master reciting the sutras to Qin Qing, family members need to follow along. I know you are a busy person, but Qin Qing cared about you very much before he was alive. 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 glanced at him, and the light in his narrow eyes was unpredictable.

Qin Zhongquan's heart was shocked when he received such a look in his eyes.

But he is also a silent master, so there is no flaw on the surface.

He just looked at Qin Cheng quietly, waiting for his answer.

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

"okay."

Qin Zhongquan seemed calm, but the fingers that fell on his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

No words all the way.

After Qin Zhongquan returned to his mansion in Lingnan, he hurriedly arranged for people to come to his home to recite sutras. At the same time, he secretly began to give orders to other things. After confirming that Qin Cheng had only gone to the company, he rushed to Lingnan. With a sigh of relief.

As long as Qin Cheng didn't make arrangements, and there was no one in or out of Qin's family, then he would be able to get the exact amount of news he wanted.

In the evening, when the orange-red sun slowly fell from the sky, Qin Cheng walked into the Lingnan mansion in a long body dressed in black.

At this time, the altar was set up in the house, and Qin Qing's clothing and supplies were enshrined in the center, surrounded by a group of monks in cassocks, singing Jinglun in the light of candlelight.

The scene was solemn and sacred, and Qin Cheng walked to Qin Zhongquan with a cool face, like a murderous **** who strayed into the temple.

But he only sat calmly next to Qin Zhongquan, and the waiter on the side handed him the scriptures. He glanced around and found the place where the monks were singing, and then started chanting with his eyes down.

The candle flame bounced, reflecting his silhouette softly.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Zhongquan finally felt a little relieved.

Everything seems to have calmed down.

It is late at night.

The sound of chanting in Lingnan Villa finally stopped.

"A Cheng, thank you for coming." After the end, 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 Fu. You are tired, so take a rest first."

"Okay." Qin Zhongquan nodded and watched Qin Cheng leave, his eyes gradually turning cold.

After Qin Cheng completely disappeared from his vision, he turned around and went to the conference room at home and saw a few of his men.

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

"Yes, I was also involved at the time, and I saw Wang Fu put her in." A woman lowered her head and turned back.

Since Qin Cheng's ancestral home where Qin Cheng is located has blocked the signal of the electronic equipment, she must leave there if she wants to go out to pass the news.

When Qin Zhongquan heard this, he showed a grinning smile, "Okay."

very good.

Qin Cheng wants to dig his own grave and put his fatal weakness in his hands. How could it be bad?

In another meeting room not far away, Qin Cheng sat on a chair calmly.

Wang Fu lowered his head and reported the situation:

"Today, Aunt Zhang is the only one who left the house; on Miss Zhou's side, she is fine, but..."

Wang Fu said, but he stopped talking.

"Say." Qin Cheng ordered.

"However, her exercise volume exceeded our expectations. She had prepared an oxygen cylinder for her before, and it is estimated that it will not last long."

"What?" Qin Cheng showed an unexpected expression in front of the subordinates for the first time.

That woman, she was trapped in the coffin, how could she still be able to toss so much?

Wang Fu handed over a small Bluetooth headset, "Master Qin, listen to it..."

In the earphones, 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 monitor in the coffin.

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

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

Wang Fu asked, "No... I don't know."

Qin Cheng glanced at him coldly, and Wang Fu suddenly shrank his shoulders.

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

"At most... one more day."

"I see. Go to the hospital and look at the second aunt. I'll take care of other things."

"Okay." After Wang Fu finished speaking, he left the room.

After leaving, Wang Fucai realized with hindsight, why did Master Qin not return the monitor to him?

Is it possible that he wants to monitor Miss Zhou himself?

I really dare not think about it.

Tuk, tuk, tuk

A muffled noise came from the monitor.

Qin Cheng listened with a cold face, unable to imagine what tool the woman was doing.

From the night she was arrested, when he saw her borrow a small bedside table and almost escaped with a ventilation duct, he knew that this woman was definitely not as simple as she seemed.

But she didn't expect that, in such a desperate situation, she could actually find a tool that she didn't know, which would destroy the prison he gave.

One day later, will she suffocate to death in the ground due to lack of oxygen; or will she dig up the coffin and escape to death?

He prefers the latter.

However, he would never let her run away again!