In the following two days, Zheng practiced using the Book of the Dead. He was fainting less and less until he could finally control the flow of blood energy. They had reached the oasis by this time and restocked their food and water then continued along the river to the next port.
“Take the boat back to Cairo from there, takes about… two days. Then we will board the ship leaving Cairo. Don’t worry, I don’t think that monster will chase us across water.” O’Connell laughed as he explained.
O’Connell went through so much shock these two days. The Book of the Dead was merely an antique to them. Perhaps it was valuable as an ancient literature but they never thought it would had such power to summon sandstorms or quicksands or wither all the plants in an area. After Zheng got a hold of the book, he looked like a mage or wizard from legends.
