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

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, and night fell, dyeing the sky a deep ink blue.

The phone screen in Fan Mengmeng's hand emitted a faint light, illuminating her suddenly pale face.

In the surveillance footage, those strange shadows became clearer and clearer. They twisted and squirmed, like evil spirits from hell, greedily peeping at her supplies.

"What's wrong?" Teng Junze noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

Fan Mengmeng forced a smile and said, "It's okay, just some minor problems." She didn't want to make him worry. In ancient times, he was out of reach and it would be useless even if he knew. It would only add to his troubles.

"Tell me." Teng Junze's tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt. He knew she was hiding something from him. Her smile was too forced, and her eyes concealed a deep sense of unease.

Fan Mengmeng hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the phone to him.

Teng Junze looked at the wriggling black shadows on the screen with a frown.

Although he lived in ancient times and didn't know much about the end of the world, he was keenly aware of the danger.

"Is it serious?" he asked.

Fan Mengmeng nodded, suppressing the fear in her heart, "I don't know... what they are, how many there are, will they attack my safe house..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into almost a whisper.

Teng Junze held her in his arms, gently stroked her back, and gave her silent comfort.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine." His tone was firm, but he couldn't hide the worry in his heart.

How he wished he could be by her side, protecting her and shielding her from all dangers.

Fan Mengmeng leaned on his shoulder, feeling his warm embrace, and the fear in her heart subsided a little.

But she knew that he was not by her side after all.

Suddenly, the image on the phone screen shook violently, accompanied by a shrill alarm.

Fan Mengmeng suddenly pushed Teng Junze away and stared at the screen.

In the picture, a huge black claw tore through the protective net of the safe house... Fan Mengmeng's heart sank to the bottom.

"Mengmeng..." Teng Junze wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to start.

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"I...I have to think of a way..." Her voice trembled slightly, but she knew that she couldn't panic, she had to find a way to save herself.

She tightly grasped the phone in her hand, as if grasping the last straw, and murmured: "Jun Ze, I... I want to talk to you again..."

The surveillance screen flickered with snowflakes and finally went completely black.

The sirens stopped abruptly, replaced by an eerie silence.

Fan Mengmeng's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she was almost suffocating.

She took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and tried to activate the golden finger again.

A familiar feeling of dizziness came over her, and the world in front of her eyes distorted and deformed, finally freezing in an antique courtyard.

Teng Junze was sitting at the stone table with a frown on his face. He was holding a handkerchief with an exquisite plum blossom embroidered on it. It was the one Fan Mengmeng had given him.

He seemed to be preoccupied and didn't even notice Fan Mengmeng's arrival.

"Junze?" Fan Mengmeng called softly.

Teng Junze looked up suddenly. Seeing her, a flash of surprise crossed his face, then faded. "Mengmeng..." His voice was a little tired.

"What's wrong with you?" Fan Mengmeng asked with concern. Noticing the dark circles under his eyes, her heart tightened.

"Some minor troubles," Teng Junze said lightly, "There has been some unrest in the mansion recently." He didn't elaborate as he didn't want to make her worry.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Fan Mengmeng comforted her softly, "You have to be strong."

Teng Junze felt warm in his heart when he saw her concerned eyes.

Even though they are far apart, her care and encouragement are still his greatest motivation.

He clenched the handkerchief in his hand, as if he were holding her hand.

After the brief contact ended, Fan Mengmeng returned to the reality of the apocalypse again.

The damage to the safe house and the threat to supplies made her feel powerless.

But Teng Junze's figure kept appearing in her mind, his gentle smile, his determined eyes...

She recalled the scene of their first meeting, his domineering yet gentle behavior, and the shy expression on his face when he gave her the plum blossom handkerchief... Those ambiguous moments and warm moments flashed through her mind like movie scenes.

Her eyes were filled with longing, and her body felt slightly hot, longing to see him and touch him again.

"Jun Ze..." She murmured to herself, tightly holding the black screen phone, as if that was him.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from outside the safe house. Fan Mengmeng snapped back to her senses, her eyes sharp. She grabbed a nearby weapon...

The strange noise was getting closer, accompanied by a low roar.

Fan Mengmeng clenched the steel pipe in her hand, her heart pounding.

She watched the entrance to the safe house vigilantly, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Is it a zombie?

Or other survivors?

The cruelty of the end of the world made her dare not take it lightly.

"Jun Ze..." She murmured again, a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes.

She longed to return to ancient times and be with him, even if it was just for a brief meeting.

But if she leaves now, what will happen to the stockpiled supplies?

These are the guarantees for her and Teng Junze's future survival.

"No, I have to protect these supplies first." Fan Mengmeng gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.

She took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed her thoughts of Teng Junze, and began to carefully check the defense facilities of the safe house.

She walked around the safe house and found some weak spots.

Cracks appeared in the originally solid steel plates, and the wire mesh had become loose in some places.

It seems that the previous shock was more serious than she imagined.

"It must be reinforced as soon as possible." Fan Mengmeng thought to herself.

She took out spare steel plates and tools from the warehouse and began to repair the damaged areas.

She skillfully used the welding gun, sparks flying and illuminating her determined face.

Time passed minute by minute, and Fan Mengmeng's work was gradually coming to an end.

She wrapped wire tightly around the steel plates to ensure they were securely fastened to the wall.

Sweat soaked her clothes, but she showed no intention of stopping.

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard in the distance, and the ground began to shake.

Fan Mengmeng's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

She looked up into the distance and saw only thick smoke and flames rising into the sky...

"It can't be..." She muttered to herself, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out of the safe house without looking back.

Fan Mengmeng arrived outside the military base, but was deterred by the towering walls and strict defense facilities.

Soldiers armed with live ammunition patrolled vigilantly, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

She hid in the dark, observing the situation around her, secretly thinking about how to get in... "I must go in..." She clenched her fists, her eyes determined.