The injury was very serious. Zheng couldn’t move as fast as before or the wound would tear open. Blood would then pour into his lungs and suffocate him.
“Incredible rate of recovery. Your flesh has closed up. It will only take several more days to heal. Are you really a human?” Ardeth asked as he bandaged Zheng up.
“Well, this recovery rate is the only thing I am proud of. But several days… we don’t have several days. I believe Imhotep is still chasing after us. He can easily locate us with his powers in this large forest. Furthermore, we don’t have the Book of Amun-Ra so if he finds us, we can’t do anything other than run. We need to reach the pyramid as soon as possible. Obtain the Scorpion King’s treasure and use the Anubis army to confront Imhotep. Then we can return to Hamunaptra, get the Book of Amun-Ra and kill him again!”
O’Connell shrugged. “Is that why your plan is crazy?” He looked at the TNT on the ground.
