Yang Jian stood quietly in the house, waiting for one Wang Shan after another to go to their deaths—no, to complete their tasks.
But as Wang Shan died repeatedly, until the house was thoroughly searched, they still found nothing.
"Using the Wishing Ghost's supernatural power might guide me to the real umbrella's location." Yang Jian thought, while also trying other methods to search.
He held the red spear and murmured a wish, hoping that the spear could guide him in the right direction.
However, after Yang Jian made this wish, the red spear trembled, and scarlet blood flowed continuously, yet it didn't take any action.
"Is the wish too difficult and can't be realized? Or is it that even the Wishing Ghost's supernatural power can't find the correct one among so many umbrellas? Or perhaps the continuous downpour outside has interfered with the Wishing Ghost's supernatural abilities?" Yang Jian felt a bit puzzled.
