The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 3

Yu Deng furrowed his brow, his hair falling over his forehead, revealing only his pale and handsome profile.

“Do you need me to remove him, Sir?” The butler asked again, with his hands hanging by his sides.

Yu Deng dared not look at the butler; his fingertips were white, and his palms were drenched in cold sweat.

He’s just a minor widower, why is he asking him?

Yu Deng slightly lifted his head, his gaze passing over the butler to see his stepson leaning against the table with his arms crossed, waiting for his response.

The other players were also watching him.

The man at the door was in critical condition, with only a slim chance of survival, but if he was removed, he would definitely be dead. This much Yu Deng could understand.

Although Yu Deng didn’t like the man, they were all unfortunate souls trapped in this infinite world. There seemed to be no need to completely eliminate a fellow.

Perhaps this so-called special identity of his might actually have some special use.

“That person…” Yu Deng gathered his courage, speaking a bit hesitantly and softly to the butler, “Forget it, no need to remove him. He is a guest we invited, and he might just be momentarily emotional.”

The butler stared silently at Yu Deng for a few seconds, his eyes flickering, and surprisingly, he didn’t question him further. His eyes returned to their usual shrewd butler expression.

“Alright, I will have someone clean up the living room.”

Yu Deng: “…”

He didn’t expect that the words of a minor widower would be effective.

The players let out a collective sigh of relief, their gazes towards Yu Deng becoming noticeably warmer.

Great, they had encountered a friendly NPC in this difficult dungeon.

The barrage of comments, which had been anticipating a bloodbath, was stunned.

[Wow, the butler actually listened and stopped.]

[That’s normal; this dungeon usually doesn’t have many deaths before.]

[But the mansion is in hard mode now. Maybe it’s because these two players have drawn the Cheng family identities, so the butler has to obey.]

[This is too unbelievable and a bit unreasonable. But from my years of watching streams, there’s definitely a catch behind such privileged identities. I’ll keep watching.]

In the living room, several servants filed in, cleaning up the bloodstains and dirt on the floor and roughly tending to the man's wounds.

Although the butler had returned to his usual demeanor, his expression remained serious. He told the players, “Please stay until we have investigated the cause of the master’s death. Rest assured, you can move freely within the mansion, and the Cheng family will prepare guest rooms and meals for you.”

The tall, thin man among the old players caught the butler's implication and responded politely, “You’re joking. We came for the wedding, how could we possibly harm Master Cheng?”

“Let’s hope so,” the butler said with an ambiguous smile. “In any case, please stay for the funeral and leave afterward.”

The system's task was to survive for seven days, which was roughly the duration of a typical funeral in some regions. With the example of the previous man in mind, no player dared to object.