As time ticked by, the sky outside began to turn dark.

It suddenly began to rain. It was not a storm, but it was enough to make one feel uneasy.

"The medicine has cooled down, Miss Tate."

The voice snapped Avery back to reality. She walked over to the wooden tub and dipped her hand into the liquid to test the temperature.

"Put the corpse in!" she said.

"Oh… Wouldn't the body rot if we put it in?" David's assistant asked with suspicion. "Can you really bring the dead back to life, Miss Tate?"

Avery shot him a cold look and said, "Are you doubting me?"

"I'm just curious."

"This is a special concoction," Avery said confidently. "The corpse won't rot."

Seeing her seriousness, the assistant no longer doubted her.

A few bodyguards picked up the woman's corpse and placed her into the wooden tub.

Avery saw the different levels of anxiety on the men's faces.

No matter how beautiful she was, nobody would be able to appreciate the beauty of a thirteen-year-old corpse.

The dead were