Yang Jian stood quietly inside the house, waiting for Wang Shan after Wang Shan to go and die. No, to carry out the task.
Yet as Wang Shan died again and again, until the entire house had been searched, they still found nothing.
"Perhaps using the Wishing Ghost's supernatural power can guide me to the real umbrella." As Yang Jian waited, he also tried other methods of searching.
Gripping the red spear, he quietly made a wish, hoping the spear in his hand would point him in the right direction.
But after Yang Jian made that wish, the red spear trembled and scarlet blood kept flowing from it, yet it made no move at all.
"Is the wish too difficult to grant? Or is even the Wishing Ghost's power unable to find the correct umbrella among so many? Or is the endless downpour outside interfering with the Wishing Ghost's power?" Yang Jian was somewhat puzzled.
Still, he was in no hurry. He simply watched the spear in his hand.
Blood continued to pour from the red spear, but strangely, this time the blood did not corrode Yang Jian's body.
Perhaps it was because he had controlled the supernatural bus.
After all, when one's own supernatural power was strong enough, it could prevent erosion by other vicious ghosts.
After a while, just as Yang Jian thought the wish had failed, the red spear suddenly moved. As though controlled by something, it flew directly toward the door.
"It worked?"
Yang Jian looked mildly delighted.
But his delight quickly vanished.
The spear that flew out was washed by the torrential rain. Before it got very far, it fell and pierced the ground, remaining motionless.
The rain washed the blood clean from the spear, and Yang Jian's wish failed.
"The wish failed. As expected,