As Sun Wukong's golden cudgel continued to fall, the roar in the courtyard gradually subsided.
After the billowing smoke and dust dissipated, Gilgamesh lay on his back with injuries all over his body, his expression struggling and twisted. After a long time, his cloudy eyes gradually regained their clarity.
He stared blankly at the golden cudgel hovering at the tip of his nose, slowly closing his eyes, feeling indescribably haggard.
"Are you awake?" Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand and said coldly.
"……Um."
Gilgamesh answered weakly.
Sun Wukong put away the golden hoop and pulled him up from the ground. At this time, Brachi, who was still wearing pajamas and a nightcap, hurried over:
"What happened? Why did you start fighting in the middle of the night...and you didn't ask me to accompany you?"
Gilgamesh ignored Brachi, stretched out his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, and said hoarsely, "So, the poisoner I just caught..."
"It's a caregiver."
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 stared blankly at the scratches on the necks of Li Yifei and the little raccoon, with guilt in his eyes:
"What happened this time is my king..."
"It's okay." Li Yifei waved his hand nonchalantly, "As a patient, I can understand."
This time, Gilgamesh rarely refused the title of "patient". He just lowered his head in silence for a long time and looked at Sun Wukong:
"Can you do me a favor?"
"explain."
"Tie me up."
Sun Wukong frowned slightly and said nothing.
"I have been falling into hallucinations for longer and longer. If I continue like this, sooner or later I will be completely unable to distinguish between reality and fiction." Gilgamesh said slowly, "It is good for everyone to tie me up."
Sun Wukong turned to look at Lin Qiye.
As everyone's attending doctor, Lin Qiye is the one with the most authority to decide how to deal with Gilgamesh.
Looking at Gilgamesh's tired eyes, Lin Qiye was silent for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
For someone as proud as Gilgamesh to be tortured like this, and even offered to tie himself up, is enough to prove how difficult those false memories are for him...
Restraining his body may reduce his mental burden to a certain extent and ensure the safety of other nursing staff in the hospital.
Lin Qiye raised his hand, and the surrounding building walls were soaked in night light. The special steel bars were pulled out and quickly folded into a heavy black throne, which stood in the center of the courtyard.
Gilgamesh was wearing a gray robe, staring at the black throne, with bitterness on his lips:
"The Mad King...does he deserve to have the throne?"
He slowly stepped forward, sat down on the black throne, and placed his hands calmly on both sides.
As Lin Qiye's fingertips moved slightly, a dozen black chains extended from the back of the chair, tightly binding it to the throne, making it impossible to move at all.
This black throne is made of building materials from the mental hospital of the gods. Although it is not indestructible, it is enough to temporarily seal Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh on the throne slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.
Outside the courtyard, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.
"Next, I will be optimistic about him." Monkey King stared at the black throne and said.
"And me!" Brachi then raised his hand, "From now on, I will practice in front of him every day, and he can't escape anyway."
Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Sun Wukong nodded and was about to leave. As if he noticed something, he let out a light sigh.
He raised his head and looked at the top of his head, as if there was something there.
"Sun Wukong's treatment progress: 95%"
Lin Qiye stood aside and saw with his own eyes that Sun Wukong's progress bar jumped forward one frame, and immediately said in surprise:
"Brother Monkey, can you also see the progress bar?"
"Yes." Sun Wukong looked at the progress bar above his head for a moment, then looked around, "Like Nyx and Old Man Merlin, I can also share your vision."
"Can you see where I am?"
"In the central hall of an abandoned palace, there are many people wearing black cloaks around...are they all agents of the gods?"
Sun Wukong's eyes were staring at a piece of nothingness in front of him, with a golden shimmer shining deep in his eyes.
"I'm attending an agent party." Lin Qiye nodded, "It's about to start. I'll go out first."
As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiye turned around and left.
"etc."
Sun Wukong's voice suddenly came.
Lin Qiye was stunned and looked back.
I saw Sun Wukong staring at the void, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, and the golden light in the depths of his eyes getting stronger!
"No, they are not all agents..." He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice,
"There are real gods among these agents."
Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly shrank.
…
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 doubtfully.
"Something's wrong... there's a god sneaking in here." Lin Qiye lowered his voice and spoke, his eyes sweeping across the hall, his face extremely solemn.
"What?!"
He Lin was shocked, "How is this possible..."
"Of course it is possible." In Lin Qiye's mind, he recalled the scene when he just entered here, "The No. 01 at the door, the way to identify the agent is just to check whether he owns the Shenxu... But the person who owns the Shenxu does not
It must be an agent of the gods and a genuine god.
However, we can't blame them. After all, who would have thought that a gathering of small agents could induce real gods to sneak in?
What is their purpose?"
Before leaving the hospital, Sun Wukong used his piercing eyes to identify all the gods who had sneaked into the party. There were three gods in total, and their hat brim numbers were 03, 04, and 27 respectively.
Lin Qiye glanced around and locked onto the three figures. As he expected, these were the people who had previously discovered that he was using mental perception and isolated them.
They were all sitting in the corner of the hall, like inconspicuous passers-by, with their heads lowered and their hoods completely covering their faces.
"This party seems not quite right." He Lin whispered, "How about we leave first?"
"……no."
Lin Qiye did not hesitate and directly rejected the proposal, "If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when the next time will be."
At the moment, it is urgent to find Zhou Ping or to explore the cause of Gilgamesh's condition. If we leave now, trying to find clues to these two things in the mist is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
Dang—dang—dang!
While the two were talking, the ancient pendulum made a dull clanging sound, and everyone raised their heads slightly and looked forward.
No. 01, who had been waiting outside the door, walked into the hall quietly.