A horrifying sea of mannequins welcomed Lu Yizhou's sight.
He only had a second to let out a 'damn it!' before hundreds of heads swiveled toward him, sporting the same eerie grin on their faces like a horde of starving carnivores who had found a delicious smelling BBQ. The murderous intent that enamated from them was so thick that it made Lu Yizhou's skin crawl.
Decisively, he tore the bottom hem of his skirt and wrapped the cloth around his palms, hooking four of his fingers. "Come." Better to get it done as soon as possible.
Like a deadly tide of zombies, they rushed straight toward Lu Yizhou. It was an utter mess of gangly limbs, pale faces, crooked smiles and sharp nails. Amidst the sea of dark hair, Lu Yizhou's blonde locks shone vividly as he spun in a magnificent kick and made his way to the center of the mannequins. His movements were sharp, precise and steadfast, delivering punches and kicks one after another.
