There was a sound in the coffin, indicating that the effect of the medicine had passed.

"Someone! Someone! Li Jun broke down and shouted, and hurriedly used the sword in his hand to warp the coffin board.

The coffin wood was personally selected by Xijing, it was heavy and strong, and with nails nailed, it was not something that could be moved by a sword.

The distance between the coffin lid and the coffin can only allow the sword head to be slightly cut in, Li Jun's eyes are red, and it will be more dangerous for a person to stay in the coffin for a while.

"Da-da-crunch-" The struggle inside became more severe, and the sound of constant thumping and kicking could be heard trying to get out, the coffin was so small that it was impossible to spread its hands and feet, and then the sound of fingernails struggling and scratching on the coffin board could be heard.

Every sound was like a needle, piercing Li Jun's heart fiercely.

"Come here!" Li Jun stabbed the head of his sword through the crack in the coffin with all his might, and he roared angrily for the two guards to come over as he pried it down.

The two guards also hurriedly came over to help, and they didn't dare to ask more in a hurry.

With a "ding-" sound, the tiger's mouth shook in pain, the sword broke in response, and the blade fell into the dirt on the side. The coffin, which had only been lifted a little, had only a tiny gap and slight scratches left, and the struggle in the coffin did not seem to be as intense as it had just been.

Li Jun snatched the weapon from the guard's hand and began to try to destroy the coffin, the guard's hand was just an ordinary weapon, not a magic weapon that sharpened iron like clay, how could he break the hard coffin?

The tiger's mouth shook and ached, and his hand holding the weapon began to lose its strength.

"Mother!" He shouted in despair, but no one inside or outside the coffin could hear each other.

The people outside could only hear the sound of the coffin struggling inside and constantly banging on the coffin board, and the people inside could only hear the sound of trying to open the coffin outside.

He couldn't imagine how desperate his mother was in the coffin, in a small, closed and isolated place, he couldn't hear anything in the dark, and even if he tried his best, he couldn't push the coffin away, and the air in the coffin was getting less and less, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

People are afraid of death, so this kind of death, knowing that they will die, and the process of death is very long and torturous, is much more cruel than killing with a knife.

The people in the coffin are suffering, but what about the people outside the coffin?

"Mother! Mother! You have to hold on! Li Jun shouted helplessly, and the sword in his hand continued to chisel the side of the coffin, carving out a small gap, about one-third the thickness of the plank.

When he set out to arrive, he ordered someone to look for the man who opened the coffin, and when he found it, he came immediately.

Why haven't you been here for so long?

Normally, the coffin will not be opened after the burial, unless there is any unjust and wrongful case that needs to be opened for an autopsy, so the pry for opening the coffin is only available to the government. Or even the thieves who rob the tomb will also make a pry privately.

Either one, it's not something that can be found all at once.

"Wow! For! "The weapons are constantly chiseled on the coffin, and the small gaps are expanding little by little, maybe there is still a chance.

The sound of struggle in the coffin gradually faded away, and it was no longer even audible.

Li Jun's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared angrily: "Why is this happening! It's all my fault! It was my fault! Mother! ”

With continuous efforts, a small opening in the coffin was finally chiseled, and the air from the outside was able to enter the coffin.

But by this time there was no sound in the coffin.