As Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick continued to fall, the roar in the courtyard gradually subsided.

The smoke cleared, and Gilgamesh lay on his back covered in wounds, his expression struggling and twisting, and it took a long time for his cloudy eyes to gradually regain clarity.

He looked at the golden hoop stick hovering at the tip of his nose in distraction, and slowly closed his eyes, the whole person was indescribably haggard.

"Sober?" Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick in his hand and spoke coldly.

“…… Well. ”

Gilgamesh replied weakly.

Sun Wukong put away the golden hoop stick and pulled him up from the ground, at this time, Braki, who was still wearing pajamas and nightcaps, hurried over:

"What's going on? How do you fight in the middle of the night...... And you won't ask me to accompany you? ”

Gilgamesh ignored Blaki, reached out and rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said hoarsely, "So, the poisoner I just caught......"

"It's a nurse."

Lin Qiye and Li Yifei walked up to Gilgamesh and looked at him with complicated eyes, "If I come a little later, I'm afraid there will really be casualties in this hospital." ”

Gilgamesh looked at the scratches on the necks of Li Yifei and the little raccoon in a daze, and guilt appeared in his eyes:

"This time, it's the king's ......"

"It's fine." Li Yifei waved his hand indifferently, "Patient, it's understandable." ”

This time, Gilgamesh rarely did not refuse the title of "patient", but just bowed his head and was silent for a long time, looking at Sun Wukong:

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Say."

"Tie me up."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and did not speak.

"I've been hallucinating for longer and longer, and if I continue like this, sooner or later I will be completely unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood." Gilgamesh spoke slowly, "Tie me up, it's good for everyone." ”

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Lin Qiye.

As everyone's attending doctor, Lin Qiye is the one who has the most right to decide what to do with Gilgamesh.

Looking at Gilgamesh's tired eyes, Lin Qiye was silent for a moment and nodded, "Okay." ”

Proud, like Gilgamesh, was tortured like this, and even offered to tie himself up, which was enough to prove how hard those false memories were for him......

Restraining his body may reduce his mental burden to a certain extent, and also ensure the safety of other nurses in the hospital.

Lin Qiye raised his hand with a move, and the night soaked the surrounding building walls, and the special steel bar material was pulled out, quickly folding into a heavy black throne, standing in the center of the courtyard.

Gilgamesh was dressed in a gray robe, staring at the black throne, and bitterness appeared at the corners of his mouth:

"Mad King...... Are you worthy of a throne? ”

He walked slowly and sat down on the black throne, his hands calmly at his sides.

With the slight movement of Lin Qiye's fingertips, more than a dozen black chains extended from the back of the chair, firmly binding it to the throne, unable to move a single bit.

This black throne, made of the building materials of the Asylum of the Gods, is not impregnable, but it is enough to temporarily seal Gilgamesh's operation.

Gilgamesh, on the throne, slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Outside the courtyard, Lin Qiye sighed.

"Next, I will be optimistic about him." Sun Wukong stared at the black throne with his eyes and said.

"And me!" Blaki then raised his hand, "From now on, I will practice in front of him every day, and he can't avoid it anyway." ”

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, "Then please leave it to you." ”

Sun Wukong nodded, and was about to leave, as if he sensed something, and sighed lightly.

He looked up at the top of his head, as if there was something there.

"Monkey King Healing Progress: 95%"

Lin Qiye stood aside, saw Sun Wukong's progress bar with his own eyes, jumped forward a square, and immediately said in surprise:

"Brother Monkey, can you also see the progress bar?"

"Hmm." Sun Wukong looked at the progress bar above his head for a moment, and then looked around, "Like Nyx and Old Man Merlin, I can still share your vision." ”

"Can you see where I am?"

"In the central hall of an abandoned palace, there were still a lot of people in black cloaks around...... Are they all agents of the gods? ”

Sun Wukong's gaze stared at a certain piece of nothingness in front of him, and a golden shimmer flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"I'm attending a surrogate meeting." Lin Qiye nodded, "It's about to start, I'll go out first." ”

When the words fell, Lin Qiye wanted to turn around and leave.

"Wait."

Sun Wukong's voice suddenly came.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment and looked back.

I saw Sun Wukong staring at the nothingness, his brows furrowed more and more, and the golden glow in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense!

"No, they're not all agents...... he said in a deep voice with his eyes narrowed slightly,

"There are real gods mixed in with this group of agents."

Lin Qiye's eyes contracted suddenly.

……

Central Hall.

Lin Qiye opened his eyes suddenly, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" He Lin, who was sitting next to him, felt Lin Qiye's emotional changes and asked suspiciously.

"Something is wrong...... The gods here have come in. Lin Qiye lowered his voice and spoke, his eyes swept across the hall, his face was extremely solemn.

"What?!"

He Lin was taken aback, "How can this be ......?"

"Of course it's possible." In Lin Qiye's mind, he recalled the picture that he had just entered here, "The No. 01 at the door, the way to identify the agent is just to check whether he has a divine ruin...... But those who own the ruins of the gods are not necessarily the agents of the gods, but also the real gods.

However, they can't be blamed for this, after all, who would have thought that a small gathering of agents could lure the real gods in?

What is their purpose? ”

Before leaving the hospital, Sun Wukong used his fiery eyes to identify all the gods who had mixed into the party, there were three of them, and the brim numbers were 03, 04, and 27.

Lin Qiye's eyes swept and locked on the three figures, and as he expected, these were the few people who had discovered that he had used his spiritual power to perceive and isolate them.

They all sat in the far corners of the hall, like inconspicuous passers-by, their heads bowed, their hoods completely obscuring their faces.

"This gathering, it doesn't seem quite right." He Lin said in a low voice, "Why don't we leave first?" ”

“…… No way. ”

Lin Qiye did not hesitate and directly rejected the proposal, "If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when it will be next time." ”

At the moment, whether it is to find Zhou Ping or to explore the cause of Gilgamesh's condition, it is imminent, if you leave now, then to find the clues of these two things in the fog is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bell-bell-bell!

As the two were talking, the ancient pendulum made a dull crashing sound, and everyone looked up slightly, looking ahead.

No. 01, who had been waiting outside the door, had quietly walked into the hall.