Yang Jian used the dyes from the makeup case in A Hong's hand to apply makeup to her featureless face.
His makeup skills were exceptional, easily at a master's level.
Very soon, the makeup was complete.
A delicate face appeared before everyone.
That face had been entirely painted with strange pigments. Aside from the colors being unnaturally vivid, there was not a single flaw anywhere on it. Yet for some reason, no matter how one looked at the slightly heavy makeup, it resembled the makeup of a dead person.
It was not that Yang Jian's technique was lacking. It was simply the impression given by those dyes.
Like an embalmer applying makeup to a corpse in a funeral home, it carried an eerie, lifeless air no matter what.
"It looks exactly like A Hong originally did. The resemblance is extremely high."
Cao Yang glanced at it and gave his assessment. "This way, once the supernatural power takes effect, it probably won't turn her into someone else."
If the makeup had been done incorrectly and was judged to be another person, the consequences would have been severe. A Hong might even die because of that unfamiliar face.
The next moment.
Without any warning, A Hong suddenly opened her eyes.
There was no light in her gaze, only an unnatural emptiness. But as time slowly passed, a trace of human emotion finally appeared on her face.
"Was I unconscious before?" A Hong looked at the people beside her.
Seeing Yang Jian, Cao Yang, Feng Quan, and the others around her, she felt slightly reassured.
"The supernatural had eroded your body and nearly caused your face to rot completely. It had already endangered your life. We saved you through certain methods, but there was no way to recover your face," Yang Jian said