Chapitre 377: 375. The destiny with the coffin board

There are indeed many sellers of golden phoebe wood outside nowadays, but most of them are fakes.

Paint, staining, chemical treatments, and the like.

This stuff is worth its weight in gold, nearly a non-renewable resource.

How could there be so much of it... that's real?

But I have to say, the string of beads that Wu Gui had in his hands was indeed genuine golden phoebe wood.

And the quality of the wood was top-notch too.

I reluctantly threw it back into Wu Gui's hands, saying,

"Are you sick or something, feeling a special bond to tomb chambers, eh? Just happened to lay your hands on a coffin board? Can't you play with stuff from the realm of the living? Get some bodhi, isn't that good? Or what about rosewood? This thing... where did you get it from?"

No sooner had I finished speaking than Witch Mother walked over, took Wu Gui's bracelet, and, somewhat angrily, threw it on the ground.