As time ticked by, the sky outside began to turn dark.
It suddenly began to rain. It was not a heavy storm, but it was enough to make one feel uneasy.
“The medicine has cooled down, Miss Tate.”
A voice snapped Avery back to reality. She walked over to the wooden tub and placed her hand in 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 in 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 it 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 not frightening, what was scary was the fear of the unknown.
“What do we do next, Miss Tate?” asked the assistant.
“Now, we wait,” Avery said calmly as she stood next to the tub.
The assistant was surprised and asked, “Wait for what?”
“Wait for her to come back to life.” After Avery said those words, she began to feel terrified. She looked out the window, then said, “Don’t you think it’s dark in here? Turn on the lights!”
The assistant felt that she was babbling, but signaled to the bodyguard next to him anyway.
The bodyguard flipped the light switch, but the chandelier on the ceiling did not light up.
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