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

The men said nothing, only slowly gathering around her, greedy grins on their faces, like a pack of hungry wolves stalking their prey. Fan Mengmeng warily watched the men around her with ill intentions as they slowly approached, uttering threats. "Little girl, if you know what's good for you, hand over your things, or you'll suffer!" a man with a ferocious face said viciously. Fan Mengmeng's palms began to sweat, but she clutched the supplies tightly, refusing to let go.

"What do you want to do? This is mine!" Fan Mengmeng said with courage, her voice trembling slightly.

"Your stuff? It's ours now!" another man said, reaching out to grab the supplies from Fan Mengmeng's hand.

Fan Mengmeng dodged, but the men didn't give up. They began to grab the supplies she was holding. She clung to them tightly, refusing to let go, and a tug-of-war ensued. Her arm ached, and some of the contents of her bag spilled out. A bag of rice fell to the ground, its opening rupturing and spilling the pure white rice.

"Help! Someone's robbing!" Fan Mengmeng cried out for help, but everyone around her was dodging, no one daring to help. Some even gloated, as if watching a spectacle. The apocalyptic atmosphere had eroded trust between people.

At this moment, an old and loud voice rang out: "Stop! How dare you rob in broad daylight!"

Fan Mengmeng and the other men looked in the direction of the sound and saw a plainly dressed elderly man walking quickly towards them. He was tall, and although his hair was gray, he was energetic and his eyes were sharp. Fan Mengmeng recognized him as Mr. Li, a veteran who lived next door.

Uncle Li walked in front of Fan Mengmeng and blocked the men. "You little hooligans, get out of here!" he shouted.

The men hesitated when they saw Uncle Li. They knew Uncle Li's temper and that he was a former soldier with extraordinary skills.

"Old man, mind your own business!" a man said stubbornly, but his tone was obviously not as arrogant as before.

"I'll take care of it today!" said Uncle Li, assuming a fighting stance.

The men looked at each other and finally gave up. They knew that if they really fought Uncle Li, they would gain nothing. They glared at Fan Mengmeng fiercely and ran away in shame.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Uncle Li with gratitude, "Thank you, Uncle Li, if it weren't for you, I..."

"Little girl, are you okay?" Uncle Li asked with concern.

Fan Mengmeng shook her head and said, "I'm fine, it's just the things..." She looked at the supplies scattered on the ground, feeling sad.

Uncle Li also noticed the supplies on the ground. He bent down and helped Fan Mengmeng pick them up. "The world is not peaceful anymore. Be careful when you go out next time," he said earnestly.

Fan Mengmeng nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She clutched the supplies tightly, her heart filled with gratitude and warmth. Uncle Li's presence had given her a glimmer of humanity in this cold, apocalyptic world.

Grandpa Li supported Fan Mengmeng as they walked home. He sighed and said, "In this world, people's hearts are really..." He paused, didn't continue, just shook his head.

Fan Mengmeng felt like she was about to collapse. Her arms were being pulled so hard they hurt, a searing pain spreading across them, as if her bones were being torn apart. The rice scattered on the ground was a shattered mess, like her shattered heart. Wrongedness and helplessness surged through her like a tide, blurring her vision. The world had become so cruel, her heart so sinister. Even before the end of the world had truly arrived, humanity had already begun to crumble. She bit her lip tightly to hold back the tears, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner fear.

At that moment, Uncle Li appeared. His roar, like thunderclaps from a clear sky, startled the restless crowd. "Stop! You scum, do you have any respect for the law?" The veteran's authority was fully revealed at this moment, his deep voice carrying an undeniable power. Those looting were startled, subconsciously halting their movements and casting their gazes at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li held a stout wooden stick, scavenged from the roadside, and gripped it tightly in a defensive stance. His eyes glared, like a tiger protecting its cubs, as he stood guard over Fan Mengmeng. The men looked at Uncle Li with a flicker of fear in their eyes. Although they were outnumbered, Uncle Li's imposing presence intimidated them. After all, in peacetime, most people still had some respect for law and morality.

"Old man, stop meddling in other people's business!" A man with a scar on his face shouted in a cowardly manner, trying to save face.

Uncle Li sneered, "I'm going to take care of it today! You guys who are taking advantage of the situation are really disgraceful!" He slammed the wooden stick in his hand on the ground with a muffled sound, which added a bit of deterrence.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Uncle Li's tall figure, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. In this moment of despair, Uncle Li was like a beacon, illuminating the path ahead for her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"The police are here! The police are here!" Uncle Li suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time signaled Fan Mengmeng with his eyes to shout together.

Fan Mengmeng immediately understood what Uncle Li was up to and started shouting, "The police are coming! Run!"

The two men sang in unison, their voices echoing through the empty streets. Those looting supplies were already feeling guilty, and the word "police" terrified them. They glanced at each other, their eyes filled with fear. They didn't know if the police were really coming, but they didn't dare to gamble. If they were, they would be finished.

"Run!" Someone shouted, and those people immediately scattered like birds and beasts, dropping the things in their hands and fleeing in all directions. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Uncle Li with gratitude, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you, Uncle Li, if it weren't for you..."

Uncle Li waved his hand and said, "Little girl, don't cry. The world is in chaos now. You must be careful when you go out next time." He looked at the supplies scattered on the ground and sighed, "Pack your things and go home quickly."

Fan Mengmeng nodded, bent down, and began to collect her things. Uncle Li also helped to pick up the scattered rice, and the two of them silently put it back into the bag.

Suddenly, Uncle Li stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked into the distance with a frown on his face.

"It seems... there really is the sound of a police car..." he whispered.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Uncle Li with gratitude, tears in her eyes. "Uncle Li, thank you so much, if it weren't for you..." Before she could finish her words, she choked up.

Uncle Li smiled heartily and waved his hand, "It's just a small matter. Neighbors should help each other. The world is not peaceful anymore. You have to be careful when you go out next time." As he spoke, he bent down to help pick up the scattered rice and put it back into the bag.

Fan Mengmeng joined in the packing, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. In this panicked moment, Uncle Li's generous help made her feel the warmth she had longed for.

The two men repacked the scattered rice. Uncle Li weighed it and found it heavy. "Girl, there are quite a lot of things. Let me help you take them back."

Fan Mengmeng wanted to refuse, but Uncle Li insisted, so she gratefully agreed. Along the way, Uncle Li shared some apocalyptic survival tips with her, such as how to store food and water and find safe shelter. Fan Mengmeng listened intently, finding these insights invaluable.

After returning home, Fan Mengmeng thanked Uncle Li again and invited him in for a chat. Uncle Li declined, saying he had something else to do at home, and then turned and left.

Watching Uncle Li's receding figure, Fan Mengmeng was deeply moved. The end of the world was approaching, and people were in panic, but the warmth and care between neighbors still existed, giving her more hope and courage for the future.

She brought the rice into the house and began to sort out the other supplies. Canned food, instant noodles, mineral water... these were all carefully selected by her, enough to sustain her for a while.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from outside the window, like the sound of metal rubbing, or the growl of a wild animal. Fan Mengmeng stopped and listened carefully. The sound made her feel uneasy, and an inexplicable fear surged in her heart.

"Uncle Li..." She called out subconsciously, then she remembered that Uncle Li had already gone home.

She walked to the window and cautiously peered out. The street was deserted, lit only by the dim light of the street lamps, casting an eerie atmosphere around her.

The strange sound was getting closer and clearer. Fan Mengmeng's heartbeat began to accelerate, and she felt that something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, Uncle Li suddenly appeared at the door again, his face solemn. "Girl, did you hear that?"

Fan Mengmeng nodded and asked nervously, "What's that sound?"

Uncle Li didn't answer, but walked quickly to the window and carefully observed the situation outside. His brows were furrowed, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know..." he said in a deep voice, "but it doesn't feel good..."

Fan Mengmeng's heart sank suddenly, and a sense of foreboding enveloped her. She looked at the pile of supplies in the room, gritted her teeth, and said, "Uncle Li, I... I still need some things..."

Uncle Li immediately understood what she meant. He glanced out the window, then at Fan Mengmeng. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Let's go..."

The two exchanged glances, picked up some self-defense tools, quietly left the room, and headed towards the supermarket... On the street, the strange sound became clearer and closer...