Bab 345: Chapter 214 You are the Undead God, I am Steadfast Locke_3

"Er, young girl?" Brand stuttered, looking at the old woman whose wrinkles could pinch a bug to death, he really couldn't associate her with a young girl.

Never mind that, Brand directly opened the box in his hand, revealing a bone tool crafted from the Silver Skeleton's bone, with elegant demonic patterns on the surface and an aura of black mist. It was as radiant as silver and as pure as jade.

Brand was so scared that he quickly closed the box, his entire body trembling: "I... I... we did not... did not dare..."

Ange tilted her head, looking confused at him. Seeing him stutter and not finish, she simply snatched it, took a few looks, and then tossed it into the Resting Camp.

"Ma'am, this isn't ours, we have no faith in the Undead," Brand finally managed to articulate clearly.