"I don't know anything!" Jello insisted.
"Oh?"
Evil Spirit glanced at Jello with doubt, then used Jello's clothes to carefully wipe the bloodstains off the Sheep Horn Hammer and continued speaking.
"I'm actually quite reasonable," Evil Spirit said earnestly, "I don't like solving problems with violence."
Jello glared at him fiercely, even though fear radiated from the terrifying mask, he still mustered the strength to glare back.
Doesn't like solving problems with violence?
Jello still remembered the cold and efficient moves, Evil Spirit had brutally broken his arm and shin, and now he was saying he didn't like violence.
If it were an ordinary person, the moment Evil Spirit appeared, they would probably spill all their secrets. In fact, Jello did too, but he couldn't speak. Once he let those secrets slip, he would no longer have a foothold in the Wandering Crossroads.
To him, that was no different than being dead.
