Mysterious resurgence

At this moment, Yang Jian stood quietly in the house, waiting for Wang Shan to go to die, no, to complete the task.

However, as Wang Shan died again and again, until the entire house was searched, there was still no harvest.

"Using the magical power of the wishing ghost may be able to guide me to find the real location of the umbrella." Yang Jian waited while trying other methods to search.

He held the red spear and made his wish in a low voice, hoping that the spear in his hand could guide him in the direction.

But when Yang Jian made this wish, the red spear trembled and scarlet blood continued to flow out, but there was no movement.

"The wish is too difficult to come true? Or is it that even the wishing ghost's supernatural power cannot find the right one among so many umbrellas? Or is the non-stop rainstorm outside interfering with the wishing ghost's supernatural power? "Yang Jian had some doubts in his heart.

However, he was not in a hurry, but watched the movement of the spear in his hand.

The blood from the red spear kept flowing, but it was strange that the blood flowing out this time did not corrode Yang Jian's body.

I don’t know if it’s because I drove a supernatural bus.

After all, if one's own supernatural power is too powerful, it can avoid being corroded by other ghosts.

After a while, just when Yang Jian thought the wish had failed, the red spear suddenly moved, and then flew directly towards the door as if it was controlled by something.

"it works?"

Yang Jian was slightly surprised when he saw this.

But soon, his surprise disappeared.

The spear that flew out was washed away by the heavy rain outside, fell down not far away, and then nailed to the ground motionless.

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the gun, and Yang Jian's wish became invalid.

"The wish failed. It was indeed due to the heavy rain outside, but it is not completely useless. At least it can be confirmed that the real umbrella is not in this house." Yang Jian thought to himself.

Then he picked up the umbrella he had brought from the fourth floor and strode out of the house.

Heavy rain falls.

The black umbrella in his hand was in danger, as if it would be destroyed by the heavy rain at any time.

Yang Jian did not dare to hesitate, walked into the heavy rain, took back the spear on the ground, and then headed straight for a house not far away in the direction of the spear.

Although he runs very fast,

However, the heavy rain affected his vision and disturbed his ghost realm, making his movements very inconvenient.

In addition, the umbrella in my hand could no longer hold up and began to completely lose its ability to cover the rain, and began to become tattered.

The umbrella was damaged by the heavy rain. Without the cover, the heavy rain directly hit Yang Jian.

Although Yang Jian deliberately avoided getting wet by the rain, he had to cross this rainy area to go to other houses, and the umbrella in his hand was ineffective and could not get wet at all.

I originally thought that the rain was a method of supernatural attack, but Yang Jian, who was soaked in the rain, did not feel any signs of being eroded, but there was a cold aura coiling around him, lingering, as if he had been affected by it. Like some kind of curse.

Yang Jian ignored it. He came to the door of another house as quickly as possible, then opened the door without hesitation and entered inside.

After entering the door, Yang Jian was no longer wet in the rain.

But he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, as if getting caught in the rain here was a very unfortunate thing.

Yang Jian didn't think much, he continued to resurrect Wang Shan and asked him to help him find the right umbrella.

Although Wang Shan always complains after being resurrected, he does not procrastinate at all and is very responsible. Although there are reasons why Yang Jian modified his memory, it is more about some of Wang Shan's own qualities. .

But while Wang Shan was working hard, Yang Jian suddenly noticed something unusual, and he immediately looked out the door behind him.

The heavy rain kept falling under the dim sky outside the door, with no intention of stopping. However, I don't know when there were several black figures in the heavy rain. Each of those figures was holding a black hand. Umbrellas were walking towards this side unhurriedly, and the black umbrellas in the hands of these figures could not be damaged by the heavy rain. They were completely different from the umbrellas beside Yang Jian that had become rotten into umbrella stands.

"Is this the ghost holding an umbrella on the fifth floor? He didn't appear before. He suddenly appeared just now, and he came for me." Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and then he looked at himself who was soaked by the rain. He probably gets it.

Don't get wet on the fifth floor. Once it gets wet, the ghosts on the fifth floor will come looking for you.

If you stay wet in the rain for a long time, more and more ghosts will probably come to you.

This is the danger of the fifth floor.

But Yang Jian didn't think about this. Instead, he looked at the umbrellas in the hands of those ghosts and couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

Are the real umbrellas not in these houses, but in the hands of some evil spirit?

Because the umbrella in the hand of the ghost outside is open.

Moreover, the red spear that suddenly flew outside may not be pointing at a certain house, but at a certain ghost.

If the real umbrella is held by a ghost, and the ghost keeps wandering in the heavy rain, then it is impossible for a living person to find the umbrella, because no ghost controller can withstand it in the heavy rain. He was attacked by countless terrifying ghosts, and then successfully snatched the black umbrella.

If it were Yang Jian who entered the fifth floor, he would definitely die and would not be able to get out alive.

But now Yang Jian feels that he can give it a try.

The process is dangerous, but it saves a lot of time.

But this is just a conjecture.

"Just verify it." Yang Jian took advantage of the ghost before he could get close. He once again clenched the red spear in his hand and made a wish.

"Guide me to the real black umbrella."

Just like before, blood flowed from the red spear, and then the red spear kept trembling, and finally flew out of the house suddenly like before.

However, it still didn't fly very far. The spear fell to the ground under the wash of heavy rain, and then the wish failed again.

"Sure enough, the umbrella is not in the house." Seeing this, Yang Jian felt more and more that his previous guess was correct.

"What? After doing this for a long time, my death was in vain?" Wang Shan on the side suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said: "My death is not in vain. Your existence only helps me eliminate an option and brings me closer to the truth. If it weren't for you, I don't know when I would find it here, and I would face unknown supernatural beings." The time itself requires slow exploration, and no one can know the real situation from the beginning.”

"I will need your help later, because even if I take away the black umbrella, I still need someone to verify it for me personally, so please stay in this house and don't wander around, I will take action."

With that said, he ignored the heavy rain outside and walked directly into the heavy rain.

Yang Jian didn't hold an umbrella because he didn't need it anymore. Now he had to actively wet himself to lure out the ghost holding the real umbrella.

The supernatural power of the wishing ghost can guide you in a general direction, and I believe it will be successful when the time comes.

"Has he become so reckless?" Wang Shan pondered, feeling that the Yang Jian in front of him was no longer the person he remembered.

Entering the heavy rain, Yang Jian held a red spear and waited for the ghost to approach.

soon.

His previous suspicion was confirmed.

As Yang Jian continued to get wet in the rain, the figures holding black umbrellas gradually increased in the distance, and they kept gathering towards this side.

The number was densely packed and one after another. Through the heavy rain, it looked like a black rope that was constantly shrinking.

"I can't find a real umbrella, maybe I will die here." Seeing this, Yang Jian's heart suddenly sank.

Although he has controlled the ghost on the bus now, this powerful supernatural power is not uncontrolled, and long-term consumption will definitely shorten the time for his ghost to recover.

Therefore, he must resolve this matter before Li Gui recovers.