"Old Master Hu, good fortune to you. Old Master Hu, may you prosper and secure great wealth..."
"Bean Official pays respects to Master. Haven't seen you for a few days, and Master looks even more striking. Let me kowtow first..."
"Head... head..."
"..."
When Hu Ma returned to Zhu Men Town, she was still two miles away when countless little ghosts swarmed in front of her, scrambling to pay their respects.
The most diligent was a little limping ghost, kowtowing like pounding garlic, immediately bowing four or five times. The other was a little ghost wearing official robes, exuberantly kowtowing in a grand manner.
Behind them followed a group of bizarre-looking characters, some belonging to Incense Master Xu, some to Bald Zhang, and others whose allegiance was unclear. But due to the outstanding performances of the first two, the rest of the ghosts became ashamed and forgot to speak.
