Ch 1: My Wolf Husband

‼️ WARNING ‼️

MC is a ger. ML is a demi-wolf-god. Chill forest living in the beginning but will have some action scenes later. Not much farming, but more like MC foraging. Romance is subtle. Please only continue to read if you can accept these facts.

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Lin Shuishi found himself dazed and lost in deep darkness, with the surroundings dim and unclear, and shadows flickering and floating uncertainly.

At that moment, a faint howl of a wolf echoed from afar, growing closer and closer, seeming like both a call and a guide.

Vaguely, a large white wolf with a red flame on its forehead approached him against the dark currents, bringing light with it. The wolf studied him for a while before letting out a loud roar.

Startled by the soul-shaking howl, Lin Shuishi suddenly woke up!

Having held his breath for too long, he sat up straight and took a deep breath into his lungs! The cold air rushed into his chest, causing him to cough violently, as if his lungs were being torn apart.

“Hey, he’s awake, he’s awake!”

“Someone who was already cold actually woke up, this is definitely ominous; we should offer him to the wolves.”

“But what if his father’s old acquaintances come looking for him, what will we do then…”

“What do you know! His uncle sold him; if anyone comes looking, they should find that black-hearted uncle of his, Big Head Sun! What does that have to do with us!”

“A ger who’s lost his parents and has no one to care for him—if he doesn’t go, should your husband go instead?”

“I… I didn’t say that! You old hag, don’t drag my husband into this!”

“…”

As soon as he opened his eyes, Lin Shuishi saw that he was lying in a dilapidated thatched hut, surrounded by men and women dressed in ancient cotton-padded clothes. They were staring at him strangely, whispering among themselves.

“Where am I? Who are these people?” Feeling the cold and hunger in his body, Lin Shuishi was struck by a thought—he had thought he should have died in that car accident.

He had been born paralyzed, and in the end, had to undergo amputation. With the meticulous care of his family, he had managed to live to the age of 20 in a wheelchair. To avoid worrying his parents, he often wore a smile. Life was hard—why not make his family happy?

But on the way to a regular hospital check-up with his mother pushing him, a large truck suddenly hurtled towards the small woman!

His mind went blank, and he used all his strength to lift himself from the wheelchair and leaped forward, pushing his mother out of harm’s way.

He had never thought he could muster such strength! Nor had he ever felt so at ease.

With a loud crash, the world went dark. He was swept into the torrent between life and death, until a tall white wolf woke him up…

“Where am I? Mom should be okay, I need to check on her.” He habitually reached around for his wheelchair, but instead of finding it, he found a pair of legs!

He froze for a while, staring at the healthy, slender, and straight legs beneath him!

Shocked, Lin Shuishi kept rubbing his legs through the tattered cloth covering them. Could this be a dream? But he couldn’t care less; his heart was pounding, and he lifted the tattered cloth, about to get up and find his parents and show them this miracle!

But in his excitement, his head suddenly grew heavy, and with a buzzing sound, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.

These were the memories of another person, named Lin Shui’er, a ‘ger’ who had lived in prosperity in Rehe Village under Dongshan Mountain since childhood. However, after his hunter father and mother were killed by wild bears from the mountain, he was taken in by a distant relative, his uncle, from Yuanshan Village, and endured the harshness of human nature.

Not long ago, the village head’s son led a group of ruffians to hunt treasure on Dongshan Mountain, setting traps everywhere and killing a gray wolf, thus offending the wolf pack on the mountain. The village head’s son was immediately torn apart by the wolves, and the rest of the group fled in terror. The next night, the wolf pack descended on the village, slaughtering all the livestock in a single night.

This threw not only the village head’s family but the entire village into panic! In desperation, they traveled over forty miles to a town to find a sorcerer, who said that only a living sacrifice could quell the wrath of the wolf god!

Lin Shui’er’s distant relatives, wanting to exchange him for five taels of silver, offered him as a sacrifice to the wolves! He had already been mistreated by his uncle’s family, was emaciated, and even the birthmark on his forehead, typical of a ger, had faded.

Now, in the dead of winter, dressed in only a single layer, he was thrown into a straw hut to fast before the sacrifice. This frail young man couldn’t endure the suffering and died, which allowed Lin Shuishi to wake up in this straw hut.

Scenes of this ger’s fragmented life flashed through Lin Shuishi’s mind. Apart from the joy of his childhood when his parents were still alive, the rest of his memories were filled with the suffering of being bullied, forced to labor day and night, and struggling with hunger and cold in this village.

He sighed for the unfortunate ger while lying dazed on the cold earthen bed.

No matter what, he had transmigrated.

He had become a ger, someone who could be married off as a fulang (male wife) and bear children, but in society, their status was generally low.

Fortunately, he didn’t have the chance.

Because he was about to be carried off to the wolf’s den on Dongshan and sacrificed alive…

Lin Shuishi’s lips twitched, unable to tell if he should feel joy or sorrow!

He thought about escaping, but seeing the guards around him, it seemed impossible.

He wanted to live, but recalling the memories of the young ger, that also seemed difficult.

In his original life in Rehe Village, there was an ancestral rule—Dongshan had wolves, and humans were not to enter.

For years, humans and wolves lived in harmony, never disturbing each other, but who could have predicted that the more distant Yuanshan Village, which was closer to the town, would become greedy?

While he was in a daze, lost in thought, a commotion arose outside the earthen house, and a sharp voice called out, “Is the person ready?”

The villagers who had been talking inside immediately replied, “Ready! We’re just about to take him to the great immortal.” With that, a few of them grabbed some ropes, rushed to the earthen bed, and tied up the groggy Lin Shuishi. A rough-looking man with a lecherous gaze grabbed him and flung him out the door.

Lin Shuishi was thrown so hard that his head spun, and he couldn’t get up from the snow-covered ground. His body was weak, and he had never used his legs to walk before, so he lay there in the snow, unable to rise, his head buried in the snow, his mouth full of it.

But as he tasted the melting snow in his mouth, there was a faint hint of sweetness. He sighed inwardly, thinking, “Such beautiful mountains and waters, how could they raise such a bunch of scoundrels!”

As he struggled to stand up, he suddenly felt someone pressing him down, wrapping him in several large red silk cloths. The bearded great shaman, who looked like a crazed rat, circled around him, muttering strange words while hopping about. Then he raised his hand and poured white rice all over Lin Shuishi.

Some women, eyeing the plump grains greedily, crouched down to pick them up one by one. The shaman, displeased, waved his nearly hairless whisk, and the village chief behind him quickly scolded the women, driving them away.

After the ritual was complete, Lin Shuishi was blindfolded and thrown onto a bamboo sedan chair.

Just like that, the newly transmigrated disable was carried up to Dongshan, where the wolves roamed, by a few strong men.

By the time they trembled their way up the mountain, the sun was already setting, and night was about to fall—the time when the wolves were most active.

The carriers, trembling with fear, looked at each other and then, abandoning the bamboo sedan, fled down the mountain as fast as they could.

Lin Shuishi was left alone, dragging a pair of “new legs” he was still unfamiliar with, freezing in the vast snowy mountain, his whole body turning purple from the cold.

Gazing at the red sun setting at the edge of the forest, he sighed, “Am I going to die again?” But then he thought, perhaps this was heaven’s pity, giving him one last experience.

Letting him feel what it was like to run and jump through a snowy forest, to sprint beneath a setting sun—wasn’t that something worth experiencing?

With that thought, he no longer felt bitter. He struggled with all his might, tumbling out of the bamboo sedan into the snow. He began to experiment with how to use his legs, and fortunately, the body’s muscle memory kicked in. Before long, Lin Shuishi managed to stand up, albeit clumsily.

He took a deep breath, as if he could smell the sharp scent of snow-covered pines and the fresh buds beneath the snow.

“Ah!”

Lin Shuishi let out a loud shout, releasing the pent-up frustration of more than twenty years from his past life! With his long legs, he stumbled and dashed across the crimson-dyed mountain ridge, sprinting through the snow.

It didn’t matter if he stumbled and fell, or if the cold made his teeth chatter—as long as he was still alive, he would struggle to stand up and keep running!

He raced against the setting sun’s afterglow, against the whistling wind and snow, against life and time itself.

“Hahahahaha! This feels great!” His laughter echoed far and wide across the empty wilderness.

Before long, his limbs began to freeze. Lin Shuishi had been wearing thin clothes, and now there was barely any warmth left in his body.

At that moment, his voice, echoing through the forest, drew out a series of howls from the wolves in the mountains, resonant and grand.

Lin Shuishi, already exhausted and with lips turning purple from the cold, felt a buzzing in his head. He glanced back at the source of the howls deep in the mountains, but instead of feeling fear, he found the situation somewhat ironic.

After all, he was about to die, and it was too bad for the wolves that they were too late to enjoy a warm meal…

Finally, his vision blurred, and he could only vaguely see shadows moving through the forest before his knees gave out and he collapsed into the snow.

As soon as Lin Shuishi fell to the ground, two green wolves cautiously emerged from the bushes nearby. They crept forward, sniffing the unconscious Lin Shuishi, before tilting their heads to exchange a puzzled look.

The wolves didn’t understand. They thought this two-legged “creature” on the ground might be suffering from some kind of madness!

What Lin Shuishi didn’t know was that when the strong men had carried him into the mountains, they had already been spotted by the sentinel wolves. One of the wolves had gone back to report, while the other two had followed the group stealthily all the way.

They watched as the healthy humans escaped the mountain, while this scrawny figure crazily ran toward their den like a sick antelope!

Such a situation needed to be reported to their leader immediately to prevent the sheep on the other side of the valley from getting infected. They were the noble descendants of the wolf god, both predators of the forest and guardians of the creatures within…

To put it simply, the wolves were scared. They didn’t want the disease to spread to them! They had old wolves to care for and a litter of pups to feed—there was no way they could risk it!

So, the two wolves started frantically pawing at the snow, trying to bury Lin Shuishi. They dug with incredible speed, their four paws flying as their strong survival instincts kicked in…

Halfway through burying him, however, their ears suddenly twitched. They quickly backed away, lowering their heads and ears, letting out low growls in a show of submission.

A tall, powerful figure with the body of a tiger and the waist of a wolf strode out of the forest, approaching the two submissive wolves. He extended a muscular, slightly tanned arm and patted their heads.

The man tilted his head, observing the unconscious Lin Shuishi, who was half-buried in the snow.

With his rugged but handsome features furrowing slightly, the man grabbed the large red silk cloth wrapped around Lin Shuishi and effortlessly pulled him out of the snow pit. He shook the snow off, gave the unconscious man a quick once-over, then tucked him under his arm. With the two wolves following behind, he strode back into the depths of the mountain.

Accompanied by the rising and falling howls of the wolves, the setting sun stretched their shadows long, until they gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

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