Zheng walked out of the tunnel soaked in blood, not only blood but also pieces of flesh and organs. He looked more like a demon than ghost at this point, especially the little pieces of flesh on the corner of his mouth.
The two women that were tied up couldn’t see him due to their line of sight. The other two were an assassin and a monster, so they remained rather calm after seeing him. Though Imhotep’s face twitched a little.
Zheng looked at Imhotep. Imhotep turned into a sandstorm and swept at the three women. Zheng was almost a hundred meters away from them so he couldn’t make it to them in time. The sandstorm wrapped around the necks of the three women and Imhotep shouted. “Don’t force me! I only want to revive Anck-su-Namun! Give me the Book of the Dead and I will let them go. I will go find other sacrificial offerings! How about we settle this in peace?”
