Zhuo Ya knew that Hua Sheng would make moves after unblocking this time, but she didn't expect it to be so ruthless.
Hua Sheng is a typical one. The first few times you bullied me, I might not say a word, but maybe I will give you a big one every time.
I reported all the old and new grudges together, so Zhuo Ya's subordinates didn't care, it was indeed negligence.
At two o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Ya heard a burst of wailing and got up in shock.
Her long hair was loose, "Is anyone outside?"
Without any response, Zhuo Ya waved her right hand, and a small paper man came out out of thin air.
"Master, please instruct."
"Go and see what's going on outside?"
"yes."
The paper man took the order and flew out, and came back after a while, "Master, something is wrong, something happened to our people."
"What happened?"
"I... I dare not say, you can see for yourself."
The paper man opened the curtain of the ward, and Zhuoya saw the formation shining with silver light at a glance through the window.
It simply included the entire vicinity of the hospital, with a range of several kilometers.
"Master, is that an enchantment?" The paper man has never seen such a formation, after all, his skill is still weak.
Zhuo Ya had a gloomy face and didn't answer.
Hua Sheng's formation is called Tianmo Fuyao. It is a very ancient mysterious art with extremely powerful magic power. Of course, Zhuo Ya has heard of it but has never seen it.
Moreover, this large formation shows that the people who set up the formation are extremely powerful. It seems that Hua Sheng is far more powerful than she thought.
And at this moment, the formation is like a huge spider web, covering the entire surrounding area.
As for Zhuoya's subordinates, there were seven of them, all of whom were hit by the attack, and were directly trapped by the formation, and there were bursts of wailing from the painful struggle inside.
In fact, four people were trapped at first, and the next three people were rescued. Unfortunately, all of them fell into it.
Those seven are all demon spirits with century-old skills, and they are similar to Zhong Xiaoyan's spider before.
Over the years, Zhuo Ya likes to collect these evil things everywhere for her own use, and has been cultivating them all the time. She never expected to be hurt like this by Hua Sheng tonight.
"Where's the white moth?"
As soon as Zhuo Ya finished speaking, a woman in white came to her side and knelt down on one knee, "My subordinate is here."
"How much did we come this time?"
"There are only ten of them, and one of them is at Zhong Xiaoyan's place, which has been wiped out by that woman from the Feng family. Seven of them were trapped by the formation, and one of them was collecting information outside and did not come back."
"Well, you tell that, don't come back for a while."
"Master, don't you want to save them, they are still alive?" The woman in white pointed at the demon spirit inside the formation.
Those were also my companions, their expressions were extremely painful at this time, and they let out a wailing sound that only they could hear, making one's heart tremble with fear.
With her hands behind her back, Zhuo Ya moved her fingers nimbly, as if thinking about something.
"If I break through this formation, it will definitely consume a lot of money. It's not worth it. They are already like this, and the hundred-year-old spirit power is disappearing little by little. It's useless to rescue them, that's all."
After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ya waved her hand and closed the curtains, obviously out of sight.
The paper man also disappeared, and the eyes of the woman in white froze for a moment.
She didn't quite understand, these people were all working for her, how could they just watch them die because they had no use value, the master's heart was really ruthless.
It's a pity that she dare not complain, Zhuo Ya is moody, and she has witnessed the punishment of her subordinates with her own eyes.
In the early morning of the next day, when the sun rose, the formation automatically disappeared in the sunlight, and the seven things also vanished into ashes.
Zhuo Ya suffered a loss of soldiers and generals overnight, so she suffered a lot.
Fengxi sent a WeChat message—hehehe, I am in a good mood, the hospital must be very exciting.
After reading it, Hua Sheng smiled.
"Mrs. Jiang, who sent you a WeChat message, you are so happy?" Someone became jealous again.