My wife is an invincible female ghost.

I slept without any dreams.

Chu Shan woke up early the next day. As he tiptoed back to get out of bed, Feng Wan muttered softly, "It's still early."

Then he rolled up in the blanket and turned to the side.

But at least she wasn't woken up.

"I have something to do," Chu Shan said in a low voice.

There was nothing going on at the company. He made up a reason and applied for a two-week leave.

If he can come back, he can come back; if he can't, there's nothing he can do.

So Chu Shan decided to go back to his hometown. If he really only had three days left to live, then this would probably be the last time he saw his parents.

I glanced at the time; it was five in the morning.

It was really early; the sky outside was barely light.

But he only had 55 hours left before he could enter the instance.

Chu Shan bought himself the earliest train ticket back to his hometown on his phone. His hometown was also a small village, neither too close nor too far from the provincial capital where he was currently located.

In short, it only takes two hours by train, then a bus, and finally a tricycle that picks up passengers in a village.

It took a total of three hours, and we basically arrived at their self-built rural house.

If he moves quickly, he might be able to make it back tonight.

The train gradually approached his home.

With nothing to do on the train, Chu Shan used his phone to search for keywords related to "forbidden games" on various online forums to see if anyone else was in the same situation.

Actually, he had already searched for this information at the company yesterday afternoon, but he hadn't managed to gather much useful information.

But that doesn't stop him from watching it a few more times to relieve his anxiety.

The comments under those posts are a mix of truth and falsehood, ranging from several years ago to just the last couple of days.

I don't know whether I should believe it or not.

For example, some people say that the Forbidden Games randomly selects players because that's how it is; it goes crazy every now and then, and there's nothing the higher-ups can do about it.

However, due to official human control, minors and the elderly are not eligible to be selected.

That's a good thing, I suppose.

Some people say that current dungeon games are very gentle, and people rarely die.

He sent a long message of comfort.

"Have you ever seen those artificial haunted houses in amusement parks? The current replicas are pretty much the same. So don't worry, just think of it as a vacation."

That mortality rate is even lower than the probability of you getting hit by a car when you go out!

Even if you can't break down the door, it's okay. The boss guarding the gate will eventually get tired of you and release you.

The flow of time in the instance is different from the flow of time in reality.

Once you enter a dungeon game, no matter how many days you stay inside, you will always exit seven days later in real time.

Isn't this another kind of immortality?

Some people even intentionally stay in the dungeon because of this!

Someone casually chatted in the comments section of that newbie's post.

Sigh, I have no idea where they get their information.

They say it's because a few years ago, a powerful person descended from the sky and sacrificed himself to seal away a powerful female ghost in a forbidden place.

The man drew his three-foot sword, and with a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Most of the dungeon worlds collapsed because of her appearance. That's why the frequency of Forbidden Games has gradually decreased, and naturally, the remaining dungeon bosses have become much more docile and dare not be so rampant.

Rumor has it that even the top-ranked non-governmental association has seen a decline in economic benefits due to this, and has laid off many people recently.

……sad.

Then the tone shifted—

However, it still depends on luck. No one dies in dungeons below A rank, but if you're unlucky enough to be selected for S rank...

There's nothing you can do about it; good luck to you.

Of course, S-rank dungeons are very rare now, and the probability of being selected is about the same as winning the lottery.

If you're really that unlucky, then it's fate taking your life. Don't blame anyone else; just think of it as you accidentally getting hit by a car and dying.

Chu Shan: "..."

Some people say that the authorities have already started drafting policies recently.

They say they want to achieve harmonious coexistence between humans and ghosts, but who knows, maybe soon ghosts will be coming to work alongside us. Just think about the job market then.

Then netizens veered off-topic and steered the conversation to other topics.

A newbie, about to enter the forbidden dungeon for the first time, was left bewildered in mid-air, on the verge of tears.

Chu Shan: "…………"

Isn't that ridiculous?

Modern netizens can make up anything; he looked at it for a long time and couldn't find a single reliable message.

But everyone said it was nothing, which made him feel somewhat relieved.

Chu Shan took a tricycle to his hometown.

The gate was locked.

Chu Shan returned early, and he guessed that his parents must have gone to work in the fields early in the morning and hadn't come back for lunch yet.

Or perhaps they prepared two steamed buns, two cucumbers, and two large bottles of mineral water, and ate them right there in the field—who knows?

His family is just an ordinary rural family; their annual income is whatever amount of money they can sell from the land.

They depend on the weather for their livelihood.

They scrimped and saved to raise him to be a college student. And while they were still able to work, they did as much as possible, leaving some savings so that they could support their son should he ever need their help.

Chu Shan found the key by the window, opened the door, and walked around the main room.

Since starting work, he has rarely returned home except for holidays. But the furnishings in the house are still exactly the same as before, which makes Chu Shan feel a little sentimental.

The house was very tidy, and there seemed to be no place where he needed to do housework.

I want to add some water to the tank—there's a tap!

Shall we chop some firewood? Uh, isn't firewood usually chopped in winter? Isn't it too early to chop now? Besides, we don't need firewood for heating in this weather.

Chu Shan was at a loss for what to do, his mind in turmoil. After thinking for a moment, he simply pulled up a chair and sat quietly for a while at the entrance of his courtyard.

Uncle Erda, carrying a hoe, was passing by his house when he came back for lunch.

I'm so surprised!

"Xiao Shan is back?!"

"...Hmm." Chu Shan, who was in a daze, was somewhat dazed.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he casually replied, "I'm resting for a couple of days, so I came back to visit."

"Your dad's in the fields." Uncle Er pointed behind him casually, then shouldered his hoe and went home with a smile.

The years are quiet.

A willow leaf fell silently.

Chu Shan sat there until the afternoon, but his parents still hadn't returned. So, around two or three in the afternoon, he packed up and prepared to head home.

He wanted to spend the last bit of time with Feng Wan.

I got home at 6 p.m.

He inserted the key into the lock. As soon as he pushed the door open, Chu Shan froze.

Chu Shan: "..."

Wait, what did he see?

A Taoist nun. She wore a drab gray Taoist robe, her hair was tied up in a Taoist bun and secured with a peach wood hairpin. Her features were plain and unadorned.

When he opened the door, the Taoist nun turned her head and looked at him with her dark, round eyes.

But there was no sparkle in his eyes, and he always seemed to be forced to work.

His wife, on the other hand, seemed much happier.

Feng Wan sat next to the Taoist nun, and when she saw her husband return, she raised her hand slightly and waved to him.

She smiled.

Chu Shan thought his wife had a beautiful smile.

"Look! I'm back from hunting!"

The prey was this Taoist nun.

Feng Wan was extremely excited: "I found a master online! With her accompanying my husband into that... you know..."

"...Forbidden games," Chu Shan replied.

"Yes! Forbidden games. With her accompanying my husband into these forbidden games, both of us can feel much more at ease!"

The nun... the nun gave a forced smile.