Chapter 691: : Suffered a lot

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Zhuo Ya knew that Hua Sheng would move after the unblocking, but he didn't expect to be so ruthless.
Huasheng is the typical kind. You may bully me the first few times, I may not say anything, but maybe I will return to you the bigger one.
Report all the old and new grudges before, so Zhuo Ya's men did not care, it was indeed negligent.
At two o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Ya heard a wave of wailing and got up in shock.
She had long hair in her hair, "Is anyone outside?"
Without any response, Zhuo Ya waved his right hand, and a small piece of paper came out of nowhere.
"Master, please instruct."
"Go and see what's going on outside?"
"Yes."
The paper man led his life and flew out, and came back after a while, "Master, something is wrong, our people have an accident."
"What happened?"
"I... I dare not say, you can see for yourself."
The paper man pulled the curtains of the ward open, and Zhuo Ya glanced through the window and saw the flash of silver.
It is almost the entire hospital, covering a few kilometers.
"Master, is that an enchantment?" The paper people have never seen such a situation, after all, the skill is still shallow.
Zhuo Ya's somber face did not answer.
Huasheng's formation is called Tianmo Fuyao. It is a very old mysterious spell with extremely strong mana. Of course, Zhuoya has never heard of it before.
Moreover, this large formation shows that the people in the formation are extremely powerful. It seems that Hua Sheng is far more powerful than she thought.
At that moment, the formation was like a giant spider web, covering the entire nearby area.
Zhuo Ya's subordinates, there are seven, all of them, directly trapped by the formation, in which painful struggles came bursts of wailing.
In fact, there were four trapped in the beginning, and the following three people were rescued. Unfortunately, all of them fell into it.
Those seven are demon spirits with a hundred years of skill, which are similar to the spider before Zhong Xiaoyan.
Zhuo Ya likes to collect these evil things all over the years for his own use, and has been nurturing. He did not expect to be injured by Hua Sheng tonight.
"Where is the white moth?"
Zhuo Ya's words just fell, and a woman in white came to her in a flash, kneeling on one knee, "The subordinate is here."
"How much have we come this time."
"There are only ten, one of them is Zhong Xiaoyan, has been wiped out by the woman of the Feng family, seven of them are trapped by the formation, and one of them did not return after collecting intelligence outside."
"Well, you tell that, don't come back for now."
"Master, don't you try to save them, they are not dead yet?" The woman in white pointed at the demon in the formation.
That was also their companion, and their expressions were extremely painful at the moment, and howling could only be heard by them, making people frightened.
Zhuoya carried her hands on her back, and her fingers flexibly flexed, as if thinking about something.
"If I break this formation, it will definitely consume a lot, it is not worth it. They are already like this. The centuries-old spiritual power is disappearing a little bit. It is also a waste to rescue."
After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ya waved his hand and closed the curtains.
The paper man also disappeared, and there was a moment of dullness in the eyes of the woman in white.
She didn't quite understand that these people are all for her. Why can't they watch the death because they have no use value, the master's heart is really cruel.
Unfortunately, she did not dare to complain, Zhuo Ya was moody and treated the punishment of her subordinates, but she saw it with her own eyes.
When the sun rose in the early morning of the next day, the burst disappeared automatically in the sunlight, and the seven things also disappeared.
Zhuo Ya lost his soldiers overnight, and naturally suffered.
The wind sent WeChat-hehe hey, the mood is very good, the hospital over there must be very exciting.
Hua Sheng smiled after reading it.
"Mrs. Jiang, who sent you WeChat, are you so happy?" Someone started to be jealous again.