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

In the dim space, the air was stagnant, filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Fan Mengmeng subconsciously grabbed the corner of Teng Junze's clothes, and her fingertips turned slightly white.

Teng Junze held her hand in return, and the warmth of his palm passed through the fabric, bringing a reassuring warmth.

In the dim light, they looked around.

The space is larger than imagined. Towering walls can be vaguely seen in the distance, like a huge underground palace.

The ground was rugged and uneven, with some oddly shaped stones scattered around, flickering with faint light.

There was a faint smell of dust in the air, as if no one had been here for a long time.

"Be careful," Teng Junze whispered, a hint of caution in his tone. He drew out the dagger he carried with him, held it in his hand, and stepped forward cautiously.

Fan Mengmeng followed closely behind him, scanning the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, she found some ancient artifacts piled in the corner, covered with thick dust, as if they had been forgotten here for a long time.

"Wait!" Fan Mengmeng pulled Teng Junze's sleeve, "Look there."

Teng Junze followed her gaze and frowned slightly. "Just some scrap metal."

"No," Fan Mengmeng shook her head, "These things...may be useful." She walked to the pile of objects, squatted down, and observed them carefully.

Although covered with thick dust, she could still make out the patterns and designs on these objects. Some looked like ancient sacrificial items, while others looked like some kind of tools.

She began to clean the dust off the objects and arranged them one by one according to modern classification methods.

Teng Junze watched from the side, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He didn't expect that this seemingly weak woman could be so meticulous and organized.

"These are sacrificial items, these are tools, these..." Fan Mengmeng explained the purpose of these objects to Teng Junze while sorting them out.

As Teng Junze listened to her explanation, he felt a surge of admiration for her.

In this unfamiliar space, not only did she not show the slightest sign of panic, but she was able to analyze and organize things so calmly. This composure and wisdom impressed him.

Just as Fan Mengmeng placed the last item, suddenly, there was a slight vibration from the ground... The moment the ground trembled, Teng Junze instinctively pulled Fan Mengmeng behind him. Almost at the same time, sharp wooden spikes shot out from the walls in all directions with a "whooshing" sound.

Teng Junze waved his dagger, blocking the approaching wooden spikes one by one, sparks flying everywhere.

"Be careful!" He growled and protected Fan Mengmeng tighter.

Fan Mengmeng was firmly protected by Teng Junze behind him. She could only hear the "ding-dong" sound of metal colliding and the "puff-puff" sound of wooden thorns piercing the ground.

She could feel the tenseness of Teng Junze's body and the cold aura emanating from him.

A sense of security she had never felt before enveloped her.

She raised her head and looked at Teng Junze's profile. His face was angular and his tightly pursed lips showed determination. His eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, looking for the location of the mechanism.

Teng Junze also noticed Fan Mengmeng's gaze. Amid the sound of weapons clashing, he turned his head and gave her a reassuring look, then focused his attention on the danger in front of him.

Fan Mengmeng's heart was beating fast, not because of fear, but because of a strange throbbing.

In this dangerous space, Teng Junze's protection made her feel an unprecedented warmth.

She looked at Teng Junze, her eyes filled with...

"Mengmeng, hold on to me," Teng Junze said suddenly, his voice low and powerful. He pulled her close, almost pressing her against him.

The wooden spikes suddenly stopped, and the world seemed to be quiet in an instant.

Teng Junze still maintained the posture of protecting Fan Mengmeng and looked around vigilantly.

When the dust settled, Fan Mengmeng poked her head out from behind him and pointed at a barely noticeable depression in the corner of the wall. "The mechanism should be there. The trajectory of those wooden spikes all point to that location."

Teng Junze looked in the direction she pointed and found that the depression was slightly different from other places.

He put away the dagger, walked over quickly, and looked carefully. He found a small protrusion in the depression, like some kind of button.

"How... did you find out?" he asked, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Fan Mengmeng scratched her head a little embarrassedly, "Well... this... I've read some books about ancient mechanisms before, plus a little... knowledge of physics... probably... that's it." She was vague and didn't want to explain the principles of modern science in too much. After all, in this era, this knowledge was too advanced.

Teng Junze looked at her deeply, his eyes full of admiration and...admiration.

In this crisis-ridden space, she not only did not panic, but calmly analyzed the situation and quickly found the key to solving the problem. This wit and composure made him appreciate her even more.

He reached out and pressed the bulge, and sure enough, there was no movement around.

"You are really amazing." He praised sincerely.

Fan Mengmeng's cheeks turned slightly red and she smiled with her head down.

The two continued to explore the space, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

When she walked to a corner, Fan Mengmeng's attention was attracted by a wooden box.

It lay there quietly, emitting a strange aura that was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

"What is that?" Fan Mengmeng asked, pointing at the wooden box.

Teng Junze also noticed the box. He walked forward, carefully picked up the box, and looked at it carefully.

The surface of the box is carved with complex patterns. The material is neither gold nor wood. It feels cold to the touch and seems to contain some kind of mysterious power.

"I don't know." Teng Junze shook his head, "But I feel... it's related to what we're looking for."

The two looked at each other and saw curiosity and worry in each other's eyes.

What's in the box?

Would opening it introduce new dangers?

The suspense filled the air, making people hold their breath.