Huangliang City Public Cemetery, shrouded in pines and cypresses, is quiet and serene. There are occasional passersby on the stone path, most of whom are silent; hardly anyone speaks.
Li Rui, dressed in a black coat, sat cross-legged in front of a tombstone, throwing colorful Netherworld Coins into the brazier before the tomb.
Despite now possessing supernatural powers, the burning still needed to be done.
Beside him squatted Wang Huai in casual clothes, also helping to throw things into the fire.
However, as they were long accustomed to such matters, the atmosphere on-site was not at all somber and even had a slightly humorous feel.
"Why burn two toy cars when you could just burn one?"
"What if they argue and each wants to drive one?"
Li Rui poked at the luxury car paper model he couldn't quite name, with a wooden stick.
"You're quite considerate."
"Of course, when I used to argue as a child, my dad would be kicked out and squeeze into bed with me."
