Chapter 662: The Speculation About Red-Haired Vivian

Amid Hao Ren's bewilderment, Vivian took him to the open space at the back of the house. The ashes from the summoning ritual the day before had been cleaned up. There were only a few traces of char on the spot, and next to the spot was a tarpaulin shed, under which his old motorcycle was parked: it was the result of three days' worth of elbow grease from Y'zaks and his daughter. Hao Ren stared at it for a long while before he finally recognized the parts in the motorcycle…

He looked at the burning demonic engine, wondering if he could take the two-wheeler onto the street; the traffic police would definitely raise their eyebrows…

"What do you want me to see?" Hao Ren took his eyes off his old junk and looked at Vivian curiously.

Vivian did not say a word but raised her hand, pointing at a rock on the side; silently, the rock immediately weathered into sand before Hao Ren's eyes. Even the grass next to it withered and died in an instant.