Lu Li stepped onto the street. He saw bizarre figures parading by, as if a circus clad in monster skins. Compared to the old sewers, the creatures here were less chaotic, more orderly.
For example, the old sewers would never have a "gallery" — even in the Old Era human towns, such facilities were rare.
The gallery was like a trap for Lu Li, luring him in. He did not resist the temptation and visited the bizarre art gallery.
No tickets, few guests. Distorted artworks filled the place, and a mere glance would drive humans insane. Only Lu Li remained unmoved, stopping before the only piece he could "appreciate": a skin painting titled "Blooming Flesh Roses."
"I call it 'Phylin's Howl.' This exquisite artwork formed naturally, with each petal echoing its dying screams."
A sharp commentary sounded beside him, Lu Li's gaze shifted from the skin painting.
Bloody and twisted, eerie and grotesque, this was the beauty sought by the bizarre.
"A noble guest, welcome..."
