To perform a divination, he needed a personal item related to Little Pete from the day of the incident.
But the man had been gone for two years. Even if such an item existed, there was no telling where it had been lost.
Feng Mountain furrowed his brow and looked at Wawa. "You and Little Pete were close?"
Wawa nodded sadly.
"Yes, we were born on the same day and were together since we were kids. We swore that when we grew up, we'd go venture into the big cities together, to see what white women tasted like. Since Little Pete died, I haven't set foot outside of Point Laya."
"Then do you have any of Little Pete's belongings from that day? For example, clothes, a knife, a lock of hair, something like that." Feng Mountain's eyes lit up as he asked hopefully.
Wawa narrowed his eyes.
He sized up Feng Mountain with suspicion.
