Asphyxia. The alveoli in his lungs felt like they were being burned crazily by fire, and every futile effort to absorb oxygen was accompanied by the dull echo of nails smashing into thick wooden boards. Su Yunluo opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the incomprehensible silence and darkness. It was narrow and cramped, with cold and stiff fabric underneath, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of antiseptic spices.
She was nailed into a living coffin.
Without any lengthy memories, the instinct of the special agent medic made Su Yunluo give up meaningless screaming within a tenth of a second. The extreme lack of oxygen caused her body surface temperature to soar, and the blood pumped in her eardrums, making a deafening roar. She tried to bend her arm, but her finger bones hit the cold coffin lid. The space was so small that she could only lean against another person in an extremely weird posture.
