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

After the dazzling white light, Fan Mengmeng felt dizzy and her stomach churned.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself and Teng Junze in a strange place.

"Ahem... What's going on? Have we traveled through time?" Fan Mengmeng held onto the wall, feeling like she had been on a roller coaster for more than ten hours, and her whole body was about to fall apart.

Teng Junze looked around, his brows furrowed.

The place was eerie, the air was filled with a heavy smell of dust, and the light was dim, so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

It was filled with old furniture and miscellaneous items, like an old house that had been forgotten for hundreds of years.

"It looks like an old house." Teng Junze's tone was uncertain. "Could the box the man in black had just brought with him be a teleportation device?"

"Who knows? That guy is so mysterious and doesn't look like a good person at first glance." Fan Mengmeng complained, "But then again, this place is too spooky, isn't it? Is it haunted?"

"What are you afraid of? With me here, all the monsters and demons have to stand aside." Teng Junze said, grabbing Fan Mengmeng's hand and saying, "Follow me closely."

The two walked in cautiously, and from time to time there was a "crunching" sound under their feet, as if they were stepping on dry bones, which made people feel creepy.

"Ouch!" Fan Mengmeng suddenly screamed and was tripped by the debris on the ground, and was about to fall flat on her face.

Teng Junze was quick to support her and said, "Be careful, this place is full of traps."

"Thank you..." Fan Mengmeng rubbed her sprained ankle, "Hiss...it seems to hurt a little."

"How is it? Can you still walk?" Teng Junze asked with concern.

Fan Mengmeng tried to move her feet, grimacing in pain. "This is a bit risky...will it affect our search for clues?"

Teng Junze looked at her slightly painful expression, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What's this little injury? How can I not carry you on my back?" Before Fan Mengmeng could react, he had already bent down and carried her on his back without saying a word.

"Hey? Wait..." Fan Mengmeng exclaimed and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

Teng Junze exuded a faint sandalwood scent mixed with the scent of male hormones, which made her heart beat inexplicably faster and her cheeks slightly red.

This feeling... is a bit high!

"Hold on tight." Teng Junze's deep voice rang in her ears, carrying a trace of electricity that made her shudder.

"Oh..." Fan Mengmeng lay on his back obediently. This treatment was definitely an upgraded version of a princess hug!

In modern times, how many Moments would I have to post to express my excitement at this moment?

Unfortunately, there is no cell phone signal!

What a huge loss!

Teng Junze carried Fan Mengmeng on his back and continued searching in the dim old house.

He stood tall and straight, and walked steadily, as if the gloomy environment had no effect on him at all.

Fan Mengmeng lay on his back, feeling extremely safe.

Suddenly, Teng Junze stopped in a corner.

"Something seems to be wrong here." He said, tapping the wall lightly with his hand.

The "dong dong" sound sounded a bit hollow, as if there was something hidden behind it.

Teng Junze looked carefully and found that the color of a brick on the wall was slightly different.

He pressed the brick tentatively, and there was a slight "click" sound, and a secret compartment appeared in front of them.

There seems to be something hidden in the secret compartment, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Fan Mengmeng leaned over to take a look out of curiosity, but her view was blocked by Teng Junze.

"Don't move, be careful of danger." Teng Junze said, reaching out to open the secret compartment...

"Teng Junze..." Fan Mengmeng whispered in his ear, "You are so nice..."

Teng Junze reached out to open the secret compartment. Just as his fingertips touched the slightly different brick, Fan Mengmeng's gentle voice came to his ears: "Teng Junze...you are so kind..."

His fingertips paused, and his ears turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This sudden confession caught him off guard.

He turned his head to look at Fan Mengmeng who was lying on his back. She was blinking her big eyes with a sincere look on her face.

When their eyes met, there was an indescribable ambiguity in the air.

Time seemed to stand still, and the only sounds in the old house were the two people's slightly rapid heartbeats.

Teng Junze's heart softened. This silly girl was really... both infuriating and funny.

He recalled the scene when he first met Fan Mengmeng. At that time, she was busy stuffing instant noodles into the sack, like a hardworking little hamster.

Now, the little hamster lies obediently on his back, dependent and trusting.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up in a doting arc, Teng Junze withdrew his gaze and looked at the secret compartment again.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, "Let's see what's inside first." The secret compartment opened with a "click", revealing an object lying quietly inside - an antique wooden box.

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he found... "Wait, what is this?"

Teng Junze's slender fingers were about to touch the wooden box but suddenly stopped.

Wait, something seems wrong?

He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, wow!

Wow, there is actually a combination lock in this secret compartment!

"Oh my god, there's a second floor? Are you kidding me?" Fan Mengmeng poked her head out from Teng Junze's back, her tone full of disbelief.

This is like playing a game and fighting a BOSS. When you see that the BOSS is only a little bit of health left, it suddenly revives with full health and adds a shield. It makes your blood pressure soar!

Teng Junze smiled helplessly, "It seems that our ancestor was also a very cunning person, with a strong awareness of anti-theft." He carefully observed the combination lock. There were complex patterns carved on the bronze lock surface, and four small number wheels in the middle.

"What could this password be?" Fan Mengmeng held her chin and fell into deep thought.

"Ancestor's birthday? Death anniversary? Or some important anniversary?" Teng Junze said as he tried to turn the number wheel.

"Don't try it rashly. If there's an anti-theft mechanism, it might just lock shut if you try too many times and it's all over." Fan Mengmeng quickly stopped him. "This old thing might have some hidden traps or weapons. It's better to be careful."

The two of them stared at the combination lock, having no idea what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Fan Mengmeng's eyes fell on a small piece of paper next to the wooden box.

"Hey? What is that?" she said, pointing at the piece of paper.

Teng Junze carefully took out the slip of paper and unfolded it. Written on it was a line of beautifully written characters: "The password is the price of my son's favorite cake."

"The price of pastries? That's too weird!" Fan Mengmeng couldn't help but complain, "How would we know what prices were like in ancient times?"

Teng Junze suddenly thought of something, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Maybe... I know."

He quickly dialed the combination lock, and with a slight "click", the lock opened!

Fan Mengmeng rubbed her hands excitedly: "Open it quickly and see what treasure is inside!"

Teng Junze slowly opened the wooden box, and inside lay a jade pendant and a letter.

He picked up the envelope and was about to open it when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew and the door of the old house creaked open...

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice sounded.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng turned around at the same time and saw an old man standing at the door with a serious expression and a sense of dignity without even being angry.

"Ancestor..." Teng Junze was stunned.