Hao Ren was utterly confused as Vivian led him to the clearing behind the house. The ashes left behind by yesterday's Summoning Ritual had already been cleaned up, leaving only a few charred marks on the ground. Beside them, a small tarp shelter still housed his old motorcycle. The results of Izax and his son's two or three days of hard work were right there in front of him. Hao Ren stared at it for quite a while before finally recognizing that the parts were meant to be assembled into a motorcycle...
He looked at the inferno-like fel engine and figured he might as well stop expecting to ride this thing on the road. The traffic police would never allow it...
"What did you want me to see?" Hao Ren pulled his gaze away from his battered motorcycle and looked at Vivian curiously.
Vivian said nothing. She merely raised a hand and pointed at a nearby stone. Without the slightest sound or warning, the stone weathered into a pile of fine sand right before Hao Ren's eyes. Even a small patch of grass beside it instantly withered and died.
Vivian frowned. "It seems a little difficult to control. I only meant to use the stone for demonstration."
Hao Ren stood there dumbfounded. He turned to look around him. The traces left behind by last night's chaos were still visible nearby: large swaths of vegetation had withered, and sand and gravel had weathered away. These traces were identical to the handiwork Vivian had just displayed... This was precisely the power of last night's evil spirit!
"What happened to you?!" Hao Ren stared at Vivian in shock. "Isn't this the ability of that female ghost from last night?"
"I'm not sure either." Vivian spread her hands. "It seems I suddenly learned how