At the forefront of the uniquely painted team was Dalang, who had removed his Disguise Mask, revealing his true face as though he had returned from the dead.
"Pa!"
The cook's sieve fell to the ground, scattering mushrooms everywhere. Her mouth hung open, a look of terror on her face, as she murmured, "Is this the seventh day... Master, have you returned from hell..."
"Pang, long time no see." Zhao Douan casually greeted as he nodded at the several cooks who had come to investigate the noise, "Prepare more food, and send it over later, we have many people."
The cooks: "..."
The team continued forward, a house servant carrying a manure bucket stood frozen as if seeing a ghost, his legs trembling, "Sir... Sir..."
"Stand firm, you shouldn't be spilling that stuff."
A maid carrying dried clothes came around the corner, so frightened she fell to the ground, her big eyes filled with terror, accompanied by a scream, "Ah! A ghost—mm!"
