End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The piercing wail of sirens pierced the morning tranquility. Flashing red and blue lights reflected on Fan Mengmeng's face. She sat up abruptly in bed, her heart pounding. Her phone scrolled with horrifying news: unusually agitated animals, sudden climate change, the spread of an unknown virus... The world seemed to have changed overnight. An inexplicable fear gripped her, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared before her: ancient buildings with carved beams and painted rafters, men in brocade robes walking back and forth, the cries of hawkers and shouts echoing in her ears... She blinked, and the scene before her returned to her modern bedroom. Was it an illusion? Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, and concentrated. The quaint streets came into clear view again. A man in black robes looked in her direction with curiosity, his eyes seemingly piercing through time and space, meeting her gaze. Fan Mengmeng's heart trembled, realizing this was no illusion, but some kind of special ability—she could actually see ancient scenes! This astonishing discovery did not cause her to panic, but instead sparked a sense of excitement. The end of the world was approaching, and this might be her only chance of survival.

Fan Mengmeng quickly calmed down and began to think about how to use this ability. While ancient materials might be primitive, they were naturally pollution-free. Furthermore, through her "special channels," she could avoid the chaos and looting of modern times. First, she needed money. She rummaged through her drawers, finding all her savings and selling off some unnecessary items. Looking at the thin stacks of banknotes in her hands, she couldn't help but sigh. How long could this little money last in the apocalypse?

Fan Mengmeng went to a nearby supermarket, ready to stock up on her first wave of supplies. The supermarket was already in chaos, with people frantically snapping up all sorts of daily necessities. Boss Zhang, with a sly grin on his face, instructed Xiao Wang to change the price tags to higher ones, arguing, "Scarcity makes things valuable. In this world, how can we avoid raising prices?"

Aunt Zhao put her hands on her hips, spit flying everywhere: "Boss Zhang, you're taking advantage of the situation! Usually a bottle of water is only two yuan, and now you're asking for ten! Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Boss Zhang curled his lips in disdain. "Buy it or not, forget it! Things are like this now, if you miss this opportunity, you'll never see it again!"

Xiao Wang stood timidly by, holding the new price tag in his hand, not daring to put it on. He whispered to Boss Zhang, "Boss, is this really okay? The police will arrest us..."

Boss Zhang glared at him and said, "What are you afraid of? The police can't even protect themselves now, so who's going to take care of us?"

Fan Mengmeng frowned as she watched the chaotic scene unfold. She had to act quickly, or she wouldn't be able to buy anything. She pushed her shopping cart through the crowd, her eyes scanning the shelves. Suddenly, she noticed the man in black clothes reappear in her field of vision. He was looking at her, a hint of a meaningful smile on his lips. He spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "Interesting, this woman..."

"Interesting, this woman..." His whisper echoed in Fan Mengmeng's ears, seeming both close and distant. She snapped back to her senses, focusing on the chaos before her. The supermarket was filled with shouting, shoving, and shoving, and the air was filled with panic and anxiety.

Fan Mengmeng looked at the small amount of cash in her hand, feeling a pang of despair. This little money wouldn't be enough to buy much even on a normal day, let alone with the skyrocketing prices. Stocking up on supplies for the apocalypse was simply unrealistic. She gritted her teeth and told herself not to give up. She had to at least buy the necessities first.

She pushed her shopping cart, struggling to avoid the crowds, to the grain and oil section. Rice, flour, cooking oil... these were essentials for survival in the apocalypse. She hesitated for a moment, then ultimately settled on a few bags of compressed biscuits and some canned goods. These foods had a long shelf life, were easy to carry, and were more suitable for surviving in this turbulent environment.

"Hey, little girl, why did you buy so many compressed biscuits? They are expensive and not tasty." Aunt Zhao came over at some point and looked at Fan Mengmeng's shopping cart with curiosity.

Fan Mengmeng replied calmly: "I like to eat."

Aunt Zhao curled her lips and said, "Young people nowadays are so ignorant and just know how to spend money recklessly. In this world, money should be spent wisely." As she spoke, she reached out to take a bottle of soy sauce from the shelf, but another young man snatched it away first.

"Hey! Why are you stealing my soy sauce!" Aunt Zhao suddenly got angry and pointed at the young man and cursed.

The young man retorted, "Who stole it from you? I saw it first!"

The two of them started arguing with each other and soon it became a heated argument. People around them stopped to watch, making the scene even more chaotic.

Fan Mengmeng took this opportunity to quietly slip aside and grab a few bottles of mineral water and some common medicines. She noticed some outdoor supplies on the shelf, such as tents, sleeping bags, flashlights, and so on, which would be very useful in the end times. But she had very little money left, so she had to reluctantly give them up.

At this moment, she saw the black-robed man again. He was still standing on the ancient street, his eyes fixed on Fan Mengmeng, a faint smile on his lips. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also to Fan Mengmeng: "This girl is quite clever..." He paused, his eyes falling on a box of instant noodles on the supermarket shelf. "Unfortunately, she missed the most important thing..."

"Instant noodles..." Fan Mengmeng whispered, repeating Teng Junze's words. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. In the apocalypse, instant noodles were even more popular than compressed biscuits! She looked around and saw that the instant noodle shelves were completely packed, with people scrambling to grab the few remaining boxes.

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused her attention once again on the ancient scene. She saw the ancient streets empty, while the supermarket shelves of instant noodles were piled high with goods. She tried to control them with her mind, transferring boxes of instant noodles from the ancient shelves to modern shopping carts.

One box, two boxes, three boxes... The shopping cart was soon full, and Fan Mengmeng was ecstatic. She hadn't expected her cheat code to be so powerful! She secretly observed the people around her and found that they didn't seem to notice her unusual behavior, still immersed in the frenzy of grabbing other goods.

Just then, she felt someone bump into her. She turned around and saw a handsome face. It was the ancient black-robed man—Teng Junze! He had unexpectedly appeared in a modern supermarket!

Teng Junze, dressed in an ancient brocade robe, looked out of place in the modern supermarket. He looked at Fan Mengmeng with a puzzled expression, his deep eyes filled with curiosity and vigilance. "Girl, you..."

Fan Mengmeng was startled and subconsciously took a step back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she apologized hurriedly, pushing her overflowing shopping cart and quickly fleeing the scene.

Teng Junze watched her fleeing back in panic, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. "Interesting..." he whispered, his eyes falling on the shopping list that Fan Mengmeng had left on the ground.

Fan Mengmeng returned home and carefully hid the supplies she had stockpiled. She turned on her phone, and the news was even more shocking: an unexplained outbreak of rabies had plunged the city into panic, and the government had issued an emergency warning... Fan Mengmeng knew the end of the world was truly approaching.

She walked to the window and watched the people coming and going in the neighborhood below. Some people were behaving strangely, their eyes blank, their steps unsteady, as if they had lost their minds. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to her head, and Fan Mengmeng realized that danger had quietly approached.

She clenched her fists, her heart filled with anxiety and fear. She had to stock up faster to survive this impending apocalypse. She looked at her phone again, and saw an unread message from an unfamiliar number: "Your things were lost..." Below the message was a photo of a shopping list. Fan Mengmeng's heart sank...