Xia Han led Xiaonian in. The air-raid shelter was dark and damp, illuminated only by a few dim light bulbs. The passage is very long, and after walking for dozens of meters, the view suddenly becomes clear.
A huge underground space appeared in front of us, bustling with people, like a lively market. Various stalls were arranged haphazardly, selling everything.
Xiaonian was stunned by the sight in front of him, his mouth opened wide, and he was speechless for a long time.
"Follow me closely, don't run around." Xia Han warned.
