Yu Liang couldn't help scoffing in his heart.
As he walked along, he realized that he and Zhong Chen seemed to be absolute misfits in this neighborhood. Whenever they passed by on the streets, pairs and groups of eyes would fall upon them.
The looks in their eyes were simple and easy to understand—it was contempt.
Yu Liang's gaze also fell upon these people, and he immediately understood why.
For the natives of this part of the city, one's body was the best canvas to display one's artistic cultivation, so Yu Liang could see a meter-tall colorful rooster crest hairstyle, full-body floral tattoos, and all kinds of bizarre outfits.
Some wrapped their whole bodies in bandages, revealing only a pair of glass bead-like prosthetic eyes; some wore Qing Dynasty official robes, made up to look like zombies, and then traveled in coffins on wheels; others were dressed neatly, but covered everything except for their sexual organs.
