After Being Transformed into Cannon Fodder, I Relied on the Dead to Turn Over

Quick wear·Female channel·Refreshing article·No CP·Slap in the face and abuse the scum A makeup artist in a funeral home is bound to an obsession system after death: he penetrates the body of cannon fodder, collects obsessions for the deceased, accumulates merit, and investigates the cause of death. On the day she transformed into Zhong Jing, her ex-boyfriend's engagement party invitation was lying in her bag. The mistress blocked the door of the toilet, waiting to see her joke. She looked down at her hands. These hands have been repairing the dead man's face for ten years. The fake face can be seen through at a glance. The hairline can be seen through at a glance. Filter, see through at a glance. A dead person with makeup on his face can tell the truth better than you, a living person. She tore the faces of scumbag men and bitches apart one by one. She swallowed every breath that a dead man could not swallow. But she didn't know that the last makeup she put on the dead man was alive.