The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 7

【Player Yu Deng, please note that the special mission target has been locked: Player Cheng Xiao.】

Yu Deng: “???”

Was it an illusion? He actually heard a hint of urgency in the voice of the main system, as if it couldn't wait to throw the mission target into jail.

Yu Deng shook his head internally. Wake up, main system—he’s still being hugged by the target!

He’s still hoping for Big Brother to rescue him!

Not to mention, he hadn't even had time to study the details of this special mission.

Yu Deng responded dismissively to the main system, “Got it, don’t disturb me while I’m on a mission.”

Main system: [……]

The electronic voice fell silent for a moment, ultimately not urging again.

The rustling sounds in the mortuary were getting closer and closer to them. Cheng Xiao quickly ignited the bundle of straw that had been kicked to the door.

The flame from the lighter stubbornly persisted for a few seconds and finally managed to light the dry straw.

The flame from the dry straw was much brighter than the lighter’s flame, barely dispelling some of the darkness and allowing a blurry view within two meters.

The electrical sound of the main system suddenly spiked, emitting a crackling static noise.

Yu Deng felt inexplicably that the main system’s “blood pressure” had spiked, though silicon-based life forms probably don’t have blood pressure.

However, he had no time to bother with the main system. With the light from the fire, Yu Deng could finally take in his surroundings.

After taking it all in, Yu Deng almost wished he were blind.

Master Cheng’s corpse lay face down on the ground, head facing outward, with half of his face covered in corpse stains facing the door.

The dull thudding sound earlier was from the coffin tipping over.

The rustling sound came from the movement of paper.

Two paper figures were slowly approaching them.

The paper figures resembled seven- or eight-year-old children in appearance and height, their flat paper bodies supported by bamboo sticks, dressed in bright red and green clothes.

The paper figures had hollow eye sockets without eyes, but their noses and mouths were vividly drawn.

Yu Deng: “...”

Yu Deng let out a faint gasp and wanted to faint right there. But whether it was because of the overwhelming stimuli in just a few hours, he remained stubbornly awake.

One of the paper figures in red noticed Yu Deng’s gaze and stiffly turned its head toward him.

The mouth drawn with thick black lines slowly stretched into a wide, exaggerated grin.

It was smiling at Yu Deng.

“Ah”

Yu Deng let out a soft, short scream and awkwardly turned his head away, not looking at the paper figure.

The paper figure stopped moving, its smile fading a bit.

“Why are you only smiling at Little Mom?”  Cheng Xiao asked, holding the trembling Yu Deng and poking the burning straw with the tip of his shoe. “Are you unhappy to see me, or are you just not a smiley person?”