?Mobile reading Several women who had already adapted to the situation began preparing picnic food. When Shu, along with the two younger girls, saw this, they also enthusiastically joined in. Eighty Electronic Book Lin Beauty gently squeezed a soft spot on Qin Feng’s waist, rotating while speaking with a sharp, resentful tone: “You’ve attracted so many girls, yet you still proudly claim to only be sailing on four ships!” “Actually, that was unexpected,” he smiled modestly. “Of course, it also highlights one point—my charm is strong, and it also confirms that your choice has been absolutely correct!” Lin Beauty had intended to give him a bit more trouble, but Xiao Ding suddenly sent a message indicating an intrusion by a stranger. She gave Qin Feng and Isabella a glance, and both understood, nodding in unison. The three of them vanished silently. “Where have姐 and姐-in-law gone?” Fang Fei asked her sister. "It's definitely the right people coming—don't worry. Cai Wei and Sha Sha are truly skilled, and with Feng's support, three against one means a hundred percent victory," Fang Fang smiled. "Ladies, let's rush and prepare the food so we can treat our victorious heroes!" With these words, the women no longer felt anxious and began to help out immediately. With the help of Zuma, the Slayer transformed from an ordinary assassin into a lich, thereby securing his opportunity to claim the title of the world's foremost killer. Upon learning that the Slayer had perished in the Chinese realm, Zuma's first thought was to come and avenge herself. Through questioning the Slayer's assistants, she discovered the name of a Chinese man—Qin Feng. Upon arriving in China, she did not immediately seek out her adversary for revenge, but instead quietly followed Qin Feng for an extended period. To ensure safety, she even employed the technique of disguised assassination, only for Isabella to undermine her efforts at the very last moment. This unattractive woman was far from unintelligent; she fully understood her paramour's strength. Since the Slayer himself was no match, she realized that a well-planned strategy was essential to successfully eliminate him. Especially after her previous failure, she became increasingly cautious, often choosing to remain patient and restrained even when opportunities arose. Today, Qin Feng gathered all the young women and felt the moment had arrived—any man would lower his defenses before so many beautiful women. Moreover, seizing this opportunity not only allowed her to eliminate Qin Feng but also to strike at the women around him, which was precisely what Zuma, driven by her relentless desire for vengeance, had longed for. With her right hand, thin and wiry like a dry branch, she drew a circle on the glass window and then used her palm to gently suction the glass down, slowly opening the window and flipping inside. As soon as she entered, she realized something was amiss. According to expectation, with so many people in the room, there should have been lively chatter and activity—yet there was not a single sound. Her confidence, once so strong before the window, now turned cautious. Zuma hunched her shoulders and walked forward slowly. Having entered, she would not leave until she fully understood what was happening inside. As she stepped fully into the living room, she hadn't even had time to check whether anyone was sitting on the sofa when a bright silver flash shot toward her. She was familiar with this flash—the scar on her wrist was a testament to it—and the unaging officer stationed on the first floor launched the initial assault. Qin Feng, concealed near the staircase, quickly joined the fray, mimicking Sasha's actions by throwing daggers. Though his aim was not precise, he managed to drive Zuma into increasing disarray. After launching the daggers, he drew his pistol and fired repeatedly at the intruders' joints. Lin Caivie on the second floor leapt directly down from the open space, holding a long sword in her right hand and a magical scroll in her left. Under the combined pressure of the three, Zuma found herself increasingly outmatched and soon cornered against the wall. It was then that she realized—the entire scene was a trap. As for how the other girls had vanished, she didn't have time to ponder, as the situation was growing increasingly unfavorable to her. "Thunder and Fire Spell." "Lin Meiren's voice was soft and sweet, and the incantation in her hands transformed into a fiery dragon over two meters long, striking Zuma instantly. *Thud...* Zuma's body crashed heavily against the wall, spewing out green liquid from her mouth—clearly injured. Isabella stepped forward, her dagger flashing with two swift strokes that struck Zuma's two kneecaps, sending her crashing to her knees. "Ugly woman, it's time you met your end," Lin Meiren declared, her sword precisely cleaving through Zuma's throat. *Crack...* The three of them stared in astonishment—Lin Caivé's sharp sword had failed to sever Zuma's head, leaving only a white mark along her neck. "Giggling, do you think you can kill me? Dream on—wizards of the undead are born to live forever," Zuma said, her voice eerily solemn. With a sudden shake of her legs, the two limbs she had thought completely disabled miraculously lifted her body back up. "Indeed, high-level wizards are no ordinary beings." Isabella sincerely remarked that she now had more experience in dealing with wraiths. "The truly impressive part is still ahead—today, each of you must die, and go to hell to atone before the God of Death," said Zuma, her mechanical legs moving steadily toward Qin Feng. Though her legs were not disabled, her agility had significantly diminished. Lin Beijia gave him a subtle nod, and both of them nodded in unison. Isabella launched her attack from the side first. Zuma ignored her strike, allowing the dagger to pierce her shoulder blade, and continued her relentless charge toward Qin Feng. Qin Feng smiled calmly. He didn't rush; instead, he extended his right hand, palm holding a yellow scroll—drawn by himself, a binding charm. Crack—upon contact with Zuma's body, the scroll ignited spontaneously, transforming into a stream of white smoke. Zuma immediately felt her body go stiff, and her right hand,奋力 extended, was still ten centimeters away from Qin Feng's throat—should she succeed, the young lord's neck would be snapped. "Shasha, Wivi, she's truly immobilized now. What shall we do next?" he asked with a cheerful smile. "Since we know the wraith has the ability to borrow a body and return to life, we mustn't give her a chance to revive. What do you suggest?" The veteran instructor replied without hesitation, "We should burn her!" Lin Beauty agreed, "Exactly—burn her completely to ashes, and see if she can ever rise again."