My Wife's Sweetheart Caused Me to Die Tragically at the Bottom of the Sea

When I was swept away by an undersea hurricane into the sunless seafloor, my wife faced the unharmed bamboo horse with a worried look on her face. But when my teammates on the archaeological team found that I couldn't call, my wife just complained: "Where are they? Why didn't they reply? Are you being pretentious again?" I could predict the good or bad luck of launching an archaeological expedition, and I could instinctively avoid this danger. It was her friend who took the opportunity to cut my breathing tube, causing the illusion that I died accidentally. Just when the truth was about to be buried in the sea forever, my system came back with a resurrection mission. I exchanged three wishes for it.