Anderson said nothing, his eyes red.
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
The blade pressed against Dusha's throat, drawing a line of blood across her fair skin.
Simon lowered his eyes and clenched his jaw. "We're all friends, classmates. Just let me live. I'll never come back."
"Friends? Classmates?" Anderson suddenly grew agitated. "Simon, search your conscience. If Xu Ye hadn't warned us about that missile, every one of us would be dead. You call that friendship?"
"And you? You'd already gotten well clear of the valley!"
Simon froze, then began to cry. "Don't push me. Please, don't push me anymore."
The next second, Simon suddenly realized that the entire air of Dusha, whom he was holding hostage, had changed.
Surprise and fear appeared on his slightly chubby face. Before he could react, "Dusha" drove an elbow into his stomach.
Simon's eyes bulged. His heavy body lifted several inches off the ground, then shot backward like a cannonball and slammed into the rock behind him.
"Dusha" stepped forward, pursued him, and clamped a hand over his mouth.
But she was still a moment too late.
Simon's mouth was already full of black, poisoned blood.
"Too late. This is the Shenchuan Family's usual method of suicide," "Dusha" said gravely. Then she sighed softly. "Perhaps it's for the best. I've heard Sky City's punishment for nobles who betray it is exceedingly cruel. Dying like this is a kind of release."
Then she shook her head, and her body shuddered.
The real Dusha returned to her own body.
Not far away, Zhao Haili rubbed the spot between her brows.
She had just used her talent, [Mind Transfer], on Dusha. This sequence talent was quite dangerous to use and required the subject's consent, or her soul would suffer damage.
Once the transfer took place, her