The bullet pierced through the secretary’s shoulder, then shifted trajectory and grazed Zheng Weiyang’s neck.

Zheng Weiyang immediately fainted on the spot.

There was chaos everywhere. The secretary shouted angrily, “How did you search me?!”

The others had no idea where that gun even came from, completely baffled.

The patrol team was stunned.

The ground was still shaking.

Everyone was panicked and disorganized. Although they hastily put together a stretcher with many hands involved, their steps were out of sync.

In the confusion, after urgently bandaging Zheng Weiyang, the process of moving him out caused him secondary injuries.

On the stretcher, the bandage around Zheng Weiyang’s neck was turning redder and redder.

His breathing grew weaker.

The secretary, clutching her wounded shoulder, staggered behind the stretcher.

This earthquake was also beyond Yu Xifeng’s expectations.

An injured, half-dead Zheng Weiyang could better distract the patrol team and buy her some time.

But at the moment she fired the gun, her bullet was still aimed for Zheng Weiyang’s head.

There was no other reason—Zheng Weiyang was simply too dangerous.

If it weren’t for the limitations of this worldview, she might have been completely exposed by now.

Sister Yun and Fatty were also evacuating.

After the last big fire, the underground shelter had done emergency training.

They recommended each person prepare an emergency kit.

Sister Yun and Fatty each had one, with their important belongings inside. In an emergency, they could just carry it and go.

They didn’t expect to use it so soon.

This earthquake was even more sudden than the fire, catching everyone off guard.

They didn’t even have time to pack other belongings—just grabbed their emergency kits and ran out.

Fatty held Sister Yun’s hand as they ran toward the passage.

They struggled to separate from the crowd and push forward.

Sister Yun’s hand was jerked away.

“What are you dragging me for?”

Sister Yun turned her head and saw the person she was holding was now a bearded man with an impatient face.

“You want me to die with you?”

Their hands were torn apart by the crowd.

Sister Yun didn’t look back.

Everyone behind her was pushing forward.

She couldn’t stop; stopping meant certain death.

The cries and screams never stopped ringing in her ears.

The smell of fresh dirt hit her—reminding Yu Xifeng of the long line of ants that had been in the house earlier.

Chunks of wall were falling off, raising a cloud of dust.

In the darkness, the emergency lights in the safety passage flickered twice and went out.

In this narrow, cramped corridor, people and ants seemed no different.

Yu Xifeng switched on her flashlight.

She had already run some distance, but the earthquake had changed the structure of the underground shelter.

She couldn’t be sure where she was now.

Yu Xifeng took a deep breath.

This was even more dangerous than facing Zheng Weiyang.

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in her mind, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

A ceiling light tube crashed to the ground with a bang, along with a large chunk of ceiling covered in dirt and dust.

If Yu Xifeng hadn’t stopped just then,

she would have been buried inside.

The entire underground shelter was trembling and on the verge of collapse.

It could no longer provide refuge for the survivors.

It had even become the disaster itself.

Yu Xifeng had to find a new way to survive in this airtight underground space.

When Little Orange came out, it raised its fur.

Yu Xifeng stroked its head. “Sorry, Little Orange, help me out.”

Little Orange meowed once and lightly landed on the ground.

It took a few steps and then looked back, as if waiting for Yu Xifeng.

When shooting Zheng Weiyang, Yu Xifeng had wished she could kill him with one shot.

But now, letting Little Orange out to find a way, she felt like she was a terrible person.

Yu Xifeng followed.

Even though she was being extremely careful, her arms inevitably got many scrapes.

Several times, she almost suffered brain hemorrhages from falling debris.

Eventually, Yu Xifeng put on a helmet for protection.

This path was really long, and Yu Xifeng’s heart kept pounding with anxiety.

The ground beneath her feet felt alive, each tremor filling her with a fear of being crushed.

Stampedes were happening in every section.

Zone 8 was swallowed first—nearly half the survivors in the entire area never made it to the exit, buried beneath the rubble without even a drop of blood, just embedded in the mud.

On another route, Zhang Qiu was holding Old Cai tightly against the wall.

“We can’t go forward, retreat, move back, the road ahead is gone!”

The crowd panicked; people in front pushed back while those behind surged forward, and Zhang Qiu felt like she was being hit multiple times.

Old Cai’s iron-like hands held onto Zhang tightly.

He bore the brunt of the pressure.

Zhang Qiu knew this chaos wouldn’t work out.

It was too messy—one wrong step and you were gone.

They had left too hurriedly; Zhang only grabbed one emergency kit.

Old Cai carried a box.

Zhang quickly took off her bag and put it on Old Cai’s chest.

The box had to be carried by Zhang herself.

She laughed bitterly.

With time to hold the box, she might as well have brought a bag of rice from home.

Yu Xifeng followed Little Orange, running back and forth.

But when she passed a room, she stopped.

The weapons room.

This was where the patrol team’s arsenal was.

Yu Xifeng’s heart raced.

Since the disaster started, she only had that one gun and a few bullets; even handling Zheng Weiyang had made her hesitant.

Since being reborn, she had always yearned for a gun.

One gun and a few bullets were never enough.

If she missed this chance, there might not be another.

She wanted it.

Yu Xifeng didn’t have time to pick the lock, but luckily the earthquake had caused the weapons room wall to collapse.

Her movements were faster than her thoughts; she reached out and collected a large chunk of broken wall into her space.

She caught sight of the corner of a double-layer gun cabinet.

Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Yu Xifeng grabbed two cabinets nearby.

The next second, the weapons room door collapsed into two pieces.

Little Orange meowed anxiously.

Yu Xifeng regained her composure and didn’t waste any more time.

She withdrew and didn’t venture deeper, following Little Orange’s agile steps, cursing herself for not having rocket wheels under her feet.

Just when Yu Xifeng thought she was dragging Little Orange to their deaths, a patch of daylight appeared ahead.

Yu Xifeng nearly cried.

The stairway leading upward was half-collapsed.

Little Orange jumped up easily in a few bounds.

Then the stairs completely collapsed.

Yu Xifeng was dumbfounded.

How was she supposed to get up?

Climbing? She probably didn’t have the time.

Yu Xifeng began gathering nearby cement blocks.

While collecting, she used her mental powers to stack the cement blocks into a suitable shape inside her space.

If she hadn’t trained recently, she might not have been able to manage it.

But the cement blocks were heavy and large, far beyond what winter jujubes were like.

Yu Xifeng’s face turned paler and paler.

Her headache felt like it was tearing her apart.

Finally, she laid down a very steep slope.

She tried reaching up—it was climbable, walkable.

When she was closest to the highest point, another violent tremor shook the half-built platform she had hastily made.

A piece below broke off.

Just before the platform collapsed, Yu Xifeng leapt up suddenly.

She gambled everything.