The "Low-Health Monster"

The Flowing Cloud Supercar picked up speed, streaking like the wind and lightning through the entire street in an instant.

Xu Yuan kept one hand on the wheel, sometimes wrenching it hard, sometimes giving it the lightest touch to keep the ride steady.

He was an old hand at this.

And he was having a great time.

Apart from dodging Destruction cars, the drive was uneventful.

But as he neared the East District, Xu Yuan slammed on the brakes. Before the car had even stopped, he stowed it in his Waist Pouch.

Carried by his momentum, he shot forward, stepped onto the roadside barrier, and leaped lightly into a tree.

The East District—

Across the street, he could make out a faint, drifting firelight in the direction of the East District.

It was a dark, insubstantial flame.

It hovered silently beside a canopy in front of a residential building.

A canopy...

Xu Yuan was a little surprised.

Only he could see this Ghostfire.

But that was not the point. The point was the canopy—

Could it be a funeral hall?

That was rather like the local customs where he had lived in his previous life.

When an elderly person passed away,

their family would set up a funeral hall on the street near their home.

They would play music.

They would set out Mahjong tables.

They would hire someone to cook, and everyone would eat together when it was time.

Friends and relatives would come to pay their respects, play cards, smoke, drink, and eat.

In villages, they would even hire bands and performers.

Someone would say, "The Old Woman lived to a ripe old age. A joyous funeral, a joyous funeral." And the others would agree.

Did that custom exist in this world too?

Xu Yuan watched for a