On Friday, as the sun rose overhead, a bus drove from the Sacred Valley to the beach in Malibu and stopped in front of a detached villa.

Jenna Jameson stood up from her front-row seat and shouted, "Girls, here today are all Hollywood bigwigs, if you can impress them...... I don't need to say it, you all get it. She deliberately didn't say the rest of the words, so that these young could smash their own understanding, even if they didn't say the right thing in the future, it was their misunderstanding: "Also, after you leave here, take care of your mouth." Cayden, who was next to him, asked, "Is it the mouth above, or the mouth below?" Jenna winked: "You can use it as much as you like tonight, both above and below." She clapped her hands: "Okay, get out of the car." A total of 31 female artists got off the bus and came to the door of the villa.

Bruce stood on the porch, looked at it side by side, shook his head slightly, no ass was like gold.

The female artists came over, and Bruce stopped the door: "Including the phone, all the electronic devices are left, I will help you keep them safe." This was communicated in advance, and everyone took out their mobile phones, put them in plastic bags with labels, and wrote their names.

Bruce said to Jenna, "The stylists and costumers are here, you take them there." Jenner beckoned people into the temporary dressing room of the villa, began to put on makeup, changed into special costumes, and then went outside to familiarize themselves with the venue to cooperate with the rehearsed play.

Cars followed, Mene got out of one van and directed the party company to carry wine, drinks, and food, while another group went to set up the venue.

Mene came to the porch, opened a can of ice Coke, poured most of it in one go, wiped his mouth and said: "To do this kind of high-class party, money is really not called money, it is like paper, and I would have declared bankruptcy a long time ago." He also participated from scratch: "Lao Bu, counting those beauties, 50,000 dollars is not enough, right?" Bruce said in a deep voice: "You don't understand, this is called investment, and there is a return on investment." Mene said: "No wonder I've been mixing for years, and I'm still a little actor." As it got dark, Martin's invited guests arrived, and Benjamin was the first to come and give Martin a hug as he entered.

"I told people in Atlanta that Martin Davis never forgets old friends." Benjamin pulled out a fanged pendant from his neck, which Martin had given him: "Look at who dares to laugh at me." Martin said with a smile: "I'll introduce you to a few friends who are in the film industry." Soon, Robert Patrick arrived, and Michelle Gonray and Alexander Aga came in the same car.

Last to come were Zommy Sheila and Wes Craven. Martin introduced several people, and all of them basically revolved around Wes Craven and horror films.

Reading the book, everyone drank and waited for dark. When it was dark, Martin came to the door, clapped his palms, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, tonight ghosts are infested, they are the best at devouring people's brothers, sincere advice, protect your brothers!" Everyone laughed.

Whoever can come over and play is all open, Martin added: "We have a game, whoever takes off his pants first, who will go to a Michelin-starred restaurant tomorrow and have a French meal." Craven smiled and said, "Good idea, see who can't help it first!" Benjamin shouted, "Old cloth, help me find a chain lock, and when I lock the waistband of my trousers, you hide the key." Even Zommy, an introvert, put his arms around Benjamin's neck and laughed.

Craven walked towards the door: "I must have made it to the end." Martin opened the door, and the large courtyard of the villa with the pool was pitch black, and there was only a crescent moon in the sky, and there was no brilliance.

Alexander went out first: "In my "Blood Moon", two girls went out at night, and a terrible situation suddenly broke out without warning...... "Everyone came out, including Martin, and vaguely saw five people standing in the nearby clearing, blocking their way.

The music suddenly exploded, and the blurred figures shook in unison. Their joints are stiff, they move like zombies, and they dance like humanoid machines.

The dim light came on at this time, and five tall women in gray and white nurses' uniforms were facing away from Martin and the others.

With the music, their bodies twitched and writhed violently, as if each joint had an independent consciousness, wanting to break away from their sexy bodies, wielding sharp knives that did not fit their identities to release violence.

The twisted posture, the rotten bandages, and the vague whispers made the artists breathe heavily.

At this moment, the five nurses turned around in unison, raised their claw sharp knives, and walked towards this side step by step with strange and stiff steps.

The dim light shone on their tumor-covered faces, and the contrast between their ugly evil and sexy and hot bodies was stark.

Michelle, a Frenchman who pursues romance, suddenly said, "Why, why do I make them stupid?" Am I not wrong. Alexander said, "I have it too." The female nurse was five meters away, and all of them stopped, and the claw knife slashed like a machine, looking so evil and cruel.

Benjamin couldn't help but grab the crotch of his pants and clasp his hands on the waistband. It's not that I don't want to be the first to go, but it's too expensive to treat.

Martin was a passionate and exuberant man, and the air he exhaled was noticeably getting hotter. A bunch of perverts!

Craven looked at the Nurse of Terror with interest and said, "This one, tonight is worth it!" Impulse and death threats all rolled into one, Martin, you're a talent! ”

"Guys, I'm in for a treat tomorrow at the Citric Sour Restaurant," Patrick, an emotionally outgoing actor, unbuckled his belt and rushed forward, "I don't want to lose, but I can't control myself." He looked at the sexy and scary nurses: "Martin, you bastard, you make me feel like a pervert." Martin beckoned the group past the nurse to the edge of the pool, and said, "Boys, tomorrow we have lunch, but no one has been invited for the evening's wine." There was a crisp snap, startling the nearest Zommi.

He hurried back. A pale hand grabbed the edge of the pool, leading the person to slowly climb up from the pool.

The man lowered his head, his wet black hair hung down in front of him, covering his face, and the thin white clothes on his body were soaked, almost transparent, and the scenery below them was not revealed.

Sadako came ashore and crawled towards everyone step by step, just like in the movie. With a bang, the door of the nearby locker opened, and a female vampire with blue eyes and fangs, wrapped in leather clothes and chains, jumped out, she was tearing wildly with the female werewolf, and under the fierce battle, her clothes were torn and fluttered one by one.

Werewolves and vampires come on the field in advance, and Martin can only make mistakes, and the effect is good anyway. Michelle had a romantic attack in her bones, stepped forward to Sadako, looked at the wet hair that covered her face, and said, "Sadako, it's time to show your eloquence!" He shouted at the vampire and the werewolf, "Don't play with these fictitious things, give me some excitement, real knives and guns...... The werewolf and the vampire completely disarmed each other and began to fight in real life.

"I'm going to be a witcher!" Alexandre Agar roared and rushed into the midst of werewolves and vampires, wielding a demon-slaying spear to fight the dark and evil creatures.

The battle instantly heats up. Footsteps came from the left side of the pool, and a group of ragged zombies swayed over.

Their bodies were gray, their faces were blue, and their mouths were covered in black and red blood and minced flesh. Benjamin rushed out with a brisk stride and shouted, "The zombie is mine, don't rob me!" "The Sacred Valley version of Night of the Living Dead is officially staged.

Across the pool, spotlights are on, and on a small stage that is improvised for several Latino snake girls.

They were wrapped around pythons, and their bodies covered sensitive areas, and Zomi looked closely and saw that the pythons had all grown from that place.

As if possessed by Salma Hayek, the snake girls dance the dance from "Deus to a Dawn". This hit Zommi's heart, and he didn't bother to bypass the narrow pool, jumped down and waded through waist-deep water, and rushed onto the stage.

Dancing with snakes. Craven looked at Martin and said, "Why didn't I know you in advance?" You're so creative with this party. He looked down: "The general stimulation was originally useless to the curtain, but now I have a strong reaction, Martin, this kind of party will be held more in the future, and I will be invited to every party!" Without hesitation, Martin replied, "No problem." If there are a few more parties like this, he will go bankrupt: "Wes, I have a special gift for you today, come with me, your children are waiting for you." The two walked through a meadow and into the lobby of the villa, which was brightly lit and where a number of female artists were present.

At the front of the hall, Freddy is fighting Jason to the death. Freddy's jug-like claws stabbed into Jason's body.

Jason's same machete also pierced Freddy's vital point. The two mad demons in Hollywood film history issued an earth-shattering battle cry.

Several succubi rushed from behind, pulling the long tail behind them, grabbing the tip of the kettle-like tail, and swooping at Jason and Freddy's back.

Freddie and Jason were suddenly attacked, and they reached out to Craven in a terrible voice: "Daddy save me!" Daddy save me! "What man can endure this situation?

Bound to be a hero! The night breeze peeked in through the window, blowing Craven's gray hair, and the old artist couldn't bear it anymore and yelled on: "You little from hell, let go of my children!" Where's my gun! I'm going to shoot you guys! "The godfather of horror movies should be strong, slaughter the succubus from hell, and comfort his children in the most appropriate way.

But strangely, Freddy and Jason screamed louder. Martin moved to another room.

Several blonde succubi are waiting for him. Kayden Close grabbed his tail and bit into his mouth. It was an artsy party, with both parties from two of America's art meccas.