"The chance to escape only existed for the instant the bottle's seal was broken, and we agreed that the first to escape would be the appointed avenger, taking revenge for us all."
"And I, I am that chosen one."
The pupils of the Red Scarf Evil Spirit kept changing, as if it was struggling against the evil thoughts, trying to maintain its last shred of clarity.
"He will have his comeuppance, there's no need for you to delay your own salvation."
The Red Scarf Evil Spirit furrowed its brow, "You want me to let him go?"
"I want you to let go of yourself."
"Let go of myself?" The gaze of the Red Scarf Evil Spirit became vacant and lost.
"Actually, your obsession with revenge isn't that strong, and you might not have become an evil spirit. But because you devoured so many innocent and pure spiritual bodies, and made revenge your mission, that's why you became an evil spirit."
"Regardless, I've already become an evil spirit."
