Elusha rarely met anyone whose tongue was as nimble as his mind.
She had no idea what he had based his conclusions on, but he had worked out roughly what had happened without her saying a word.
It left her feeling as though her last skirt had inexplicably been stripped away, exposing her completely.
"I admit that coin was why I started taking an interest in you, but my original intention was to get you to release the soul inside, not drain your soul dry—
If you hadn't been as unmoved by temptation as a rock, I wouldn't have thought of doing anything to you."
Whatever happened, she needed to prove she meant no harm.
After all, she was already confined here. Being killed in a dream would not affect her physical body, but it would still deal a devastating blow to her mind.
No one in prison would care whether she lived or died. A mental wound that refused to heal would be worse than death.
She had experienced that feeling before and had no desire to endure it again.
"Release the soul inside... why?"
Tang Qi struggled to understand the logic.
"Her soul would inevitably fall into the Nine Hells."
His answer only confused Elusha.
"How do you know so much about hell?"
Most of this world's history had been forgotten, including the gods and the Nine Hells—
People knew the Nine Hells existed, but few understood the properties of things made there.
Yet Tang Qi's answer completely extinguished any thought she had of continuing to lie.
"I need her soul to fall into the Nine Hells."
"Then why not corrupt her soul directly? When the time comes, wouldn't it be easier to give her a kiss and drag her straight into the Styx?"
"You know so much.