My House of Horrors

There are only two scenes in Chen Gong's horror house, the Zombie Resurrection Night and the underage marriage.

Zombie Resurrection Night was nothing said by black phones, Chen Song also reflected, that horror scene did have a lot of problems, and that scene needed at least three employees to cooperate in order to be fully interpreted.

“Wan, our theme today is meditation, I'll go debug the background music, you remember to clog your ears when you play ghost, and I'll paint you today's makeup myself. ”

“Boss, do you still wear makeup?” Wan smiled badly: “Okay, but don't make me look ugly. ”

“Don't worry, I'll suffocate you. ”

The two entered the dressing room and Chan Song pressed Wan in front of the mirror, palms gently touching her face.

“Using Primary Talent Skills - Furong. ”

Looking at the adorable young girl in the mirror, Chen Song's mind slowly emerged a lot of memories that did not belong to him, very messy, not only color application and makeup techniques, but also basic knowledge of oral science, human anatomy, human skeletology, death, etc.

“Boss, are you wearing makeup or not?” Thirty seconds later, Xu Wan sat in front of the mirror and felt the temperature of strangers on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and let herself swing. Her heart beat straight, feeling a little ashamed for no reason.

“A good makeup artist who designs different styles based on different face shapes. Wan, you have a good bottom.” Chen Gong did not have any thoughts in his mind. After using his face, Xu Wan was already a “corpse” in his eyes.

“Tweezers, razors, medical pliers, stitches, alcohol, antiseptic needles, I don't have anything here, it seems I can only apply the most basic makeup.” Chen Song was talking to himself, but he frightened Xu Wan in the chair. The girl didn't even think about breaking her scalp. Why did she use such a horrible thing to make up for a ghost house actor? She was a little scared, but she was embarrassed to refuse. She could only lay her head aside and secretly measure her boss with leftover light. She prayed silently.

“The foundation is a single color, the blush is too bright and a bit eye-catching, how can you not find lipstick?” Chen Gonghu muttered, finally starting his own color scheme, he was skilful, his fingers flexible, color-discerning, not at all like a resident man who never dressed.

The scene in front of Xu Wan was also incredible. She wore her own color makeup all the way. This is unheard of!

“Boss, I don't think you need to be so hard on yourself. It's so dark in the haunted house, the tourists can't see clearly...”

“Cut the crap and don't move.” Without waiting for Xu Wan to finish, Chen Quo has laid the foundation for her and painted her with her matching eyeshadow.

A few, just a simple eyeshadow, have changed Xu Wan's temperament quite a bit, adding a hint of coldness and mystery.

Xu Wan wanted to continue rebutting. After seeing herself in the mirror, she opened her mouth slowly. All the lovers of beauty, especially a woman, had it.

“Separate cherry red, monotonous, lacking hierarchy, but with hibiscus, the two colors are too perfect to blend together, as if they were born for each other.” Chen Gong explained casually that he had brushed the blush on his back.

“Boss, what are you doing? ”

“The poor blush of our haunted house was too bright and saturated for visual impact, and I fainted on the back of my hand first.” Chen Song's action was gentle, and after a moment, the blush really became fine, with a subtle silky sensation in the powder.

At this time, Xu Wan's mouth has become O-shaped: “You can't hide it! Where did you learn all this? ”

“I'll have plenty of beauty hairdressers just my hobby.” Chen Song smiled slightly, people were happy, and the memories that came out of his head proved once again that mobile games can really affect reality.

After only 10 minutes, Chan Gong put on makeup for Xu Wan: “Look in the mirror, are you satisfied? ”

Looking up, the mirror seemed to lift a thin veil, and the person in the mirror, like walking out of a poetry painting, had a classical Oriental woman rhyme, but secretly felt something different.

Looking in the mirror, Xu Wan couldn't help but stand up. She looked at herself in the mirror. The expression on her face ranged from shock to intoxication, then suddenly struck a chill.

“Boss, I've never been so beautiful. Am I really the one in the mirror? ”

“Of course.”

“But…” she reached for the mirror with some hesitation: "How do I feel like I'm looking at a dead person? ”

Xu Wan's words gave Chan Song a breath of cool air, and he finally understood what the difference was.

In order to maximize the beauty of the deceased, Chen Gong's makeup is not intended for the living.

“Don't look, the park will open immediately. You need to get dressed and stay in the meditation area on the second floor. Remember to put on your Bluetooth headset and do as I tell you.” Chen Gong turned the subject off, took away Xu Wan, and used the remaining time to process the paper people and dolls in the underage wedding scene again. With the addition of masquerade skills, all the paper people were as alive and alive as they were alive.

“Let's do this first, and then we'll all go back to color. ”

Chen Guo closed the toolbox and hurried downstairs to hear the outside visitors talking before approaching the ghost house gate.

“Are you in the pit of that faulty smoker too? ”

“Damn! My phone screen is broken, don't you think? ”

“You guys are okay, I took my fucking pants off, slipped a little wrong, just popped this thing! I was scared that a carp beat up and jumped. My parents heard the noise and thought I was having a nightmare and ran over to see it. Shit, dog! I wasn't wearing anything, so I took a roll of toilet paper and my parents looked at me.” She forced me to.

……

Listening to the cry of the tourists, Chen Guo barely held his laugh, took a deep breath, maintained a serious expression and pushed the door of the Terror House.

“Welcome to my horror house. ”

Seeing a long line, as well as heavily armed tourists, Chan Sing's mouth rose.

“Chen, you're in a long line early in the morning. That's good.” The staff of the carousel next to him was somewhat surprised, and he wanted to say hello to Chen Song before approaching to discover that the atmosphere of the tourists was not right.

“Normally, mostly tourists like it.” Chen Song shrugged his shoulders and pulled the fence apart.

“Who likes it? Stinky face! ”

“I'm looking for something, not a tour! ”

“Found the right man! You were the one who sent the short video last night, weren't you? Where's my knife? Where's my knife? ”

Tourists were too enthusiastic and the scene went out of control. Chen Gong immediately said: “Since you're here, let's go inside and experience it. The best way to soothe your fears is to stimulate your senses, poison yourself and numb yourself. Last night's short video was really a bad idea for me, so let's not miss it. Today's Haunted House tickets are 50% off. Don't miss it. ”