The Ghost General snatched the skull away and idly turned it over in his hand.
His gaze remained fixed on Ajjar as he said with utter contempt:
"Why the hell do you think I can keep this Witch Bone as a collectible?"
"Back then, some idiot just like you tried to control me with this thing."
"But do you know what happened to him in the end?"
Just as his words fell silent,
a sudden cracking sound came from the ruined ceiling.
Then a skeleton dropped out of it.
A rope was still looped around its neck, leaving it swaying in midair.
At the sight, Ajjar's face twisted with horror, and he nearly lost his soul to fright.
Even an idiot could have understood that the skeleton before him was the Witch Bone's previous owner!
Although the man had been reduced to bare bones, making it impossible to tell exactly what he had endured,
the scars on those bones still offered a glimpse.
He must have suffered unimaginable agony before he died!
Seeing Ajjar's terrified expression, the Ghost General smiled in satisfaction.
Then he tossed the Witch Bone away, landing it precisely inside the treasure chest.
Once he had finished, he said in a sinister voice:
"Kid, got any other tricks?"
"If not, it's my turn!"
Ajjar was already deathly pale. Upon hearing those words, he felt the world spin around him, his mind going blank.
He had realized that the Ghost General was probably delaying killing him because he wanted to use him as a plaything!
At that thought, he immediately raised his dagger to slit his own throat.
The Ghost General made no attempt to stop him. He simply waited quietly for the sight of Ajjar's blood splattering across the room.
Disappointingly, however, just as the dagger was