After Huai Shi marked a check on the paper, he bowed gratefully and received it with both hands.
A group of dwarves, skilled in their craft, had already scattered, distributing their flyers to the onlookers—[In Important Moments, How Can There Be No Song] Abyss Dawn Choir, your most professional accompaniment, your private orchestra (now recruiting several string musicians, interested parties please contact 'Homeless Cemetery' marker number 4).
"...Fine then."
Huai Shi's expression twitched as he forcibly suppressed the urge to apply for the job, taking the last card from the dwarf leader.
"The Abyss Dawn Choir looks forward to providing you with our next service. Goodbye, friends, goodbye!"
With the dwarves' reluctant waves, these strange creatures from Hell vanished into the air, riding on the mist formed from dry ice and the bizarre, multicolored disco lights.
In the ensuing silence, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
"That's it?"
