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

The thick fog was like a huge gray monster, quietly lurking at the entrance of the valley, swallowing up all light and sound that tried to approach.

The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell that was sickening.

Fan Mengmeng clenched her teeth, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, not only because of the suffocating atmosphere, but also because the wound on her thigh was tearing with pain after the intense exercise.

Every step feels like walking on the edge of a knife.

"Captain, this fog... is too weird." A team member's voice trembled, and fear spread among the team.

Captain Chen's face was solemn, his weapon tightly gripped. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and his deep voice was filled with unquestionable determination: "Everyone, cheer up! Follow me closely! No matter what's ahead, we're going to get through it!"

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, endured the pain, and tried hard to keep up with the team.

She knew that she couldn't fall down because she was the backbone of the team.

Her ancient experiences taught her that in desperate situations, only firm belief and a cool head can bring a glimmer of hope.

In the fog, visibility was extremely low and everyone huddled together, afraid of getting separated by accident.

The silence was eerie, with only the slight squeaking of shoes on the wet ground and the suppressed breathing of everyone.

Fan Mengmeng felt her wound becoming more and more painful, and double vision began to appear in front of her eyes.

She tightly grasped the dagger she brought back from ancient times. The sharp blade hurt her palm, but it also allowed her to remain a little conscious.

Suddenly, Captain Chen, who was walking in front, stopped abruptly and raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

"What's wrong, Captain?" a team member asked in a low voice.

Captain Chen did not answer, but squatted down and looked at the ground carefully.

In the fog, some strange marks can be vaguely seen on the ground, like some ancient symbols, which appear even more blurry in the humid environment.

Fan Mengmeng also noticed these marks, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over her.

She tried hard to recall the books and scrolls she had seen in ancient times, and a picture flashed through her mind...

"Wait!" Fan Mengmeng suddenly cried out, "This... this is a warning sign!"

Everyone looked at her in surprise. Captain Chen also stood up and asked in confusion, "Warning sign? Do you know what this means?"

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, pointed to the mark on the ground and said, "If I remember correctly, this mark represents..." Her words stopped abruptly, her eyes fell deeper into the mark, and her face changed suddenly.

"This sign means... there's a swamp ahead!" Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled slightly with nervousness. "This swamp looks like ordinary ground on the surface, but underneath it's silt and rotting vegetation. Once you step in, you'll be swallowed up!"

Captain Chen's expression changed, and he immediately ordered the team to retreat. Everyone then realized the danger and retreated, staring at the seemingly calm fog in shock.

"Ms. Fan, thank you so much!" Captain Chen expressed his sincere gratitude. "If you hadn't recognized these marks, we might have..." He didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Many people in the team were injured. If they fell into the swamp, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The other team members also looked at Fan Mengmeng with admiration.

This seemingly weak girl actually possessed such rich knowledge and keen observation, which allowed them to escape from the critical moment of life and death.

Fan Mengmeng forced a smile. The pain in her thigh made her a little unsteady, but she still forced herself to stay alert and observe the surroundings.

However, just as they were carefully searching for a way out along the edge of the fog, something strange happened!

"Bang!" A gunshot broke the foggy silence.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people rushed out from the woods on the side, holding various weapons in their hands, and surrounded them.

The leader was none other than Boss Sun’s confidant who had escaped earlier—a burly man with a face full of flesh and fierce eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Captain Chen and Miss Fan? What a narrow road for enemies!" The burly man grinned, pointing his gun at Captain Chen, "Let's see where you can run this time!"

Captain Chen looked solemn. He didn't expect that Boss Sun still had a backup plan and chose to ambush them at this time.

He quickly organized his team to defend, but the enemy was numerous and we were few, and the situation was very unfavorable.

Fan Mengmeng gritted her teeth, raised her dagger, and prepared to fight.

The sudden appearance of the enemy disrupted their plans and made her realize that the dangers in the apocalypse were far more complicated and cruel than she had imagined.

The sounds of gunfire, shouting, and screaming intertwined in the fog, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

Fan Mengmeng struggled to resist the enemy's attack, the dagger flying in her hand, and every swing was filled with fierce murderous intent.

"Mengmeng!" Captain Chen's voice came through the chaos, a hint of anxiety, "Be careful!"

Fan Mengmeng dodged an attack by turning sideways, but saw Captain Chen being forced to the edge of the swamp by the enemy.

Her heart tightened and she was about to go forward to support, but was blocked by two enemies.

"Your opponent is us!" One of the enemies grinned and swung the machete in his hand towards her.

Fan Mengmeng's eyes turned cold, and the dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light... "Jun Ze..." She murmured silently.

Fan Mengmeng silently repeated Teng Junze's name in her heart, as if his name was the source of her strength.

She knew that in ancient times he must have been fighting for their future just like her.

This belief burned in her chest like a raging fire, dispelling fear and igniting courage.

The dagger danced more swiftly in her hand, leaving behind a trail of blood with every swing.

"Cover me!" Fan Mengmeng shouted, and her figure flashed like a ghost, heading straight for the burly man with a face full of flesh in the center of the enemy camp.

She knew that to catch a thief, one must first catch the leader. As long as the leader was eliminated, the enemy's morale would be undermined.

Captain Chen understood what he meant and immediately organized the team members to form a human wall to clear a path for Fan Mengmeng.

Bullets whizzed, swords flashed, and a life-and-death struggle took place in the fog.

Fan Mengmeng shuttled between the enemies like a butterfly among flowers. The dagger in her hand was precise and ruthless, and every attack hit the vital points.

Although the enemy was numerous in number, Fan Mengmeng and his men took advantage of the terrain and used the fog as cover to deal with the enemy.

The battle became a stalemate and both sides paid a heavy price.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Captain Chen groaned, his arm covered in blood. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to command the battle.

"Captain!" Fan Mengmeng's heart tightened and she looked at Captain Chen worriedly.

"I'm fine!" Captain Chen shouted, boosting the morale of his teammates. "Brothers, hold on! We will definitely win!"

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath and refocused her attention on the enemy in front of her.

She knew that now was not the time to be distracted. Only by eliminating the enemy in front of her as quickly as possible could she protect Captain Chen and other team members.

She rolled to avoid the enemy's attack, then suddenly jumped up, and the dagger in her hand flashed a cold light, going straight for the strong man's throat.

The strong man was horrified and quickly raised his knife to block, but he was still a step too late.

The dagger slashed his throat and blood gushed out.

The strong man fell to the ground with a bang. Seeing this, the morale of the remaining enemies dropped sharply and they retreated one after another.

"Charge out!" Fan Mengmeng shouted, leading the team members to launch a final charge against the enemy.

At the same time, ancient times.

Teng Junze and his group advanced along the new route. The road was rugged and difficult to travel, with dense jungles on both sides. The atmosphere was weird and depressing.

"Whoa!" Captain Zhou suddenly reined in his horse and looked around warily. "Something's wrong. It's too quiet."

Elder Wu also noticed something was wrong and said in a deep voice, "Everyone be careful, there might be an ambush."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rain of arrows shot out from the jungle, and the dense arrows attacked like locusts... "Protect the goods!" Teng Junze drew his sword from its sheath, and a cold light flashed.

The remaining enemies were routed, and Fan Mengmeng led the team to pursue the victory and forcibly tore a hole in the encirclement.

Captain Chen covered his arm, his face pale but his eyes were firm: "Mengmeng, it's all thanks to you this time!" Fan Mengmeng wiped the blood off her face and showed a bright smile: "Captain, we will definitely survive!" However, the enemy retreated too quickly and too... orderly.

Fan Mengmeng felt a little uneasy, like the last bit of tranquility before a prey falls into a trap.

In ancient times, arrows rained down like locusts. Teng Junze's eyes were cold and his sword was sharp as he cut down all the arrows shot at Elder Wu.

"Captain Zhou, escort Elder Wu and the goods first!" He gave the order, and Captain Zhou did not dare to delay and immediately organized people to escort the supplies and retreat.

Teng Junze stayed behind to cover their retreat. With a sword in hand, he was like a killing god, blocking the pursuers' path.

The sharp blades collided, sparks flying.

Teng Junze fought against ten people alone, but he was not at a disadvantage at all.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a faint light flashing in the depths of the jungle... "Retreat!" Teng Junze shouted sternly.

Fan Mengmeng looked at the empty battlefield. The scene of the enemy abandoning their weapons and fleeing in panic was still vivid in her mind, but the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"Something's wrong..." she muttered to herself, "They seem to be...waiting for something..."