The zombies behind him were still pressing forward, and the roars were getting closer and closer. Xiao Yi had no time to hesitate. He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain from all parts of his body, and plunged into the unknown underground passage.

Xiao Yi desperately ran towards the passage, the zombies behind him chasing him like wolves. Their twisted bodies and hideous faces became clearer and clearer in Xiao Yi's peripheral vision, and the creepy roars seemed to explode in his ears.

He could feel the stench of the zombies' breath almost reaching the back of his neck, and every step carried the threat of death. His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Just as he was about to step into the passage, the zombies' claws were almost reaching the corner of his clothes. Xiao Yi rushed into the passage in one step. At the same time, he used his bloody and trembling hands, exerted the last bit of strength in his body, and pushed down the obstacles piled up at the entrance.

The obstacles included heavy stones, broken wooden stakes and rusty iron plates. As Xiao Yi pushed with all his might, they rolled down with a rumbling sound.

For a moment, dust flew up, accompanied by the angry and desperate howls of the zombies. The obstacle smashed into the zombies in the front, instantly crushing them to the ground. The zombies behind them had no time to stop and crashed into each other, becoming a chaotic mess.

But this was only a temporary blockage. The zombies still frantically tried to climb over these obstacles. They stretched out their claws, scratched constantly, and sprayed black mucus from their mouths.

Xiao Yi stood in the passage, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the entrance, praying in his heart that these obstacles could block him for a while longer so that he would have time to escape.

As soon as Xiao Yi entered the passage, there was a steep slope under his feet. He couldn't control his body at all, and he slid down the slope rapidly.

The walls of the passage were rough and uneven, and his body constantly collided and rubbed against them, tearing his clothes and leaving bloody marks on his skin. His descent was accelerating, and all he could hear was the whirring of the wind and his own rapid breathing.

He tried to grab onto something to slow down, but the tunnel was filled with dust and rubble, leaving nowhere to hold onto. His heart was pounding so hard from fear and nervousness that it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat.

Xiao Yi slid out of control all the way, his body kept rolling and his head was dizzy from being hit.

Finally, the slope came to an end and he was thrown out like a cannonball. After staying in the air for a short time, he rolled heavily to the ground.

He rolled over several times on the ground until he hit a solid wall and stopped. He was dizzy, in pain all over his body, and almost lost consciousness.

After a long while, Xiao Yi finally came to his senses. He opened his eyes with great effort and found that he had rolled into an air-raid shelter.

The air-raid shelter was dark and damp, filled with a stale smell. Faint light seeped in from somewhere, barely enough for him to see the general situation around him.

He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, secretly thankful that he had temporarily escaped the zombies' pursuit.

Xiao Yi lay lifeless on the ground, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air. Every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength, and a heavy and turbid gasp came from his throat.

His eyes stared blankly at the top of the air-raid shelter, his eyes empty and confused, as if his soul had left his body.

Every muscle in my body screamed in agony, as if being torn apart by countless red-hot pincers. My limbs felt like they were being weighed down by lead blocks, too heavy to move, as if they were no longer part of my body.

The scratched parts of his skin were burning with pain, and blood was still oozing out, mixing with sweat and flowing onto the cold ground.

Xiao Yi wanted to move his fingers, but found that simple movement had become extremely difficult at this moment. His body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force, unable to break free.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and every beat brought a sharp pain, as if it was about to burst out of my chest.

The lungs seemed to be tightly gripped by a big hand, and each breath could only inhale a little bit of thin air, which could not satisfy the body's extreme desire for oxygen.

His head was buzzing like countless bees buzzing around, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He only knew that he was still breathing and alive, but this scarred body made him feel so unfamiliar and so difficult to control.

Xiao Yi lay on the ground, trying hard to breathe in the air-raid shelter's air. It was a mixture of damp steam, rotten wood, and old soil.

The damp air seemed to wring out water, seeping into every corner. Water droplets hung on the walls, dripping onto the ground with a soft, continuous patter. The soil had become soft from the long-term dampness, and it felt like sinking into it if you stepped on it.

The smell of decay comes from the old wooden boards and boxes piled in the corner. Years of erosion have made them fragile and brittle, emitting a pungent musty smell, as if telling of the long time that has passed.

However, for Xiao Yi, who was exhausted and wounded at this time, this air-raid shelter filled with dampness and the smell of decay was undoubtedly his life-saving place.

In his eyes, this place is no longer a dark and damp underground space, but a safe haven away from the threat of zombies. It is a safe place where he can temporarily get a chance to breathe and save his life.

Every breath of moist air he took meant that he was still alive; every hint of decayed smell was a thousand times better than the stench emanating from the zombies outside.

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