Lin Qiye walked through the quiet hospital corridor and went straight to the courtyard.
Ever since Gilgamesh's last rampage, the hospital has entered a state of silence. All nursing staff will try to keep their voices down as much as possible in their daily actions, for fear of disturbing the insane mad king sitting on the throne in the hospital.
As if aware of Lin Qiye's approach, Gilgamesh, who was trapped on the black throne by chains, slowly opened his eyes.
Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh's face looked much more haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring weakly at Lin Qiye in front of him.
"What's the matter?" he said hoarsely.
"There are gods coveting your treasure house." Lin Qiye said seriously.
Hearing these words, Gilgamesh didn't look surprised. He sneered and said, "My king's treasure house contains a large number of top-notch artifacts, which are indeed enough to attract the attention of any divine kingdom in the world. When I am alive, I have countless artifacts."
The gods had their thoughts on it, but I didn’t expect that after so long, there would still be people thinking about it..."
"What I'm confused about is that in the real world, the King's Treasure House has disappeared for so long, why did the news come out at this time?" Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment,
"I suspect that your current situation is related to this matter."
"Maybe." Gilgamesh paused for a moment, "So, you came to me hoping to ask about the specific location of the King's Treasure House? But... I don't know where the King's Treasure House is.
Before I died of old age, I had arranged my funeral arrangements in advance, including the disposal of the king's treasure house... This treasure house was the painstaking effort of my life to find it. Even if I die, the artifacts in it will still be there.
Nothing could fall into the hands of the Sumerian gods.
When I first became the King of Uruk, I found a strange king turtle that could survive at the bottom of the deep sea without eating or drinking. It would come up to breathe every hundred years for three months at a time, and then it could dive again.
A hundred years, life is as long as heaven.
Therefore, before I died, I ordered the best forging craftsmen in Uruk to move their families to the treasure house to maintain and maintain the artifacts on my behalf. I also hid the treasure house under the king turtle's shell.
Its release.
Nowadays, the sea has changed, and the years have changed. Where exactly is this king turtle... I cannot predict it."
That turtle is indeed Gilgamesh's.
Lin Qiye thought to himself.
"I have found the location of the treasure house." Lin Qiye said, "But that king turtle... I can't handle it."
"That King Turtle is very powerful. I relied on the power of the treasure house to subdue it back then. It's not surprising that you can't get close." Gilgamesh nodded.
"Others may not be able to do anything to this King Turtle, but you should be able to... You have my [Tyrant's Wrath] in you. As long as you exude some aura, it will not attack you."
Lin Qiye's eyes gradually lit up.
"I see."
Gilgamesh thought for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something more, when his eyes suddenly condensed!
The haggard and weak face was twisted in pain again, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged one by one. Under his hard struggle, the iron ropes on the throne shook violently and made a clanging sound.
Lin Qiye subconsciously took a step back and frowned tightly.
here we go again……
Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened and he looked around quickly, as if he was wary of an enemy that was about to appear somewhere.
"It's you again...it's you again!! This king is going to kill you all!"
Gilgamesh's roar, mixed with the clanking of iron ropes, echoed in the hospital. The caregivers who were busy washing and cooking were startled. They whispered to each other and looked at the courtyard with some fear.
He lowered his head to speed up the progress of the work in hand.
A figure wearing a broken cassock jumped down from the second floor.
Sun Wukong glanced at Gilgamesh who was roaring crazily on the throne, then turned to look at Lin Qiye:
"What happened?"
"I found his treasure house and just asked a few questions when he got sick again." Lin Qiye said bitterly.
He looked at the top of Gilgamesh's head and saw that the treatment progress bar was jumping left and right again.
"Any clues?"
"That's right. I always feel that the birth of Treasure House this time should have something to do with his current situation."
Sun Wukong nodded, "Go ahead and leave this to me."
Lin Qiye was about to turn around and leave. Gilgamesh, who was trapped on the throne and struggling crazily, suddenly spoke:
"No...no...these are all fake!"
"I am in the hospital...hospital...Lin Qiye!!"
Hearing the frantic Gilgamesh calling his name, Lin Qiye stopped in his tracks and quickly turned his head.
A ray of clarity appeared in Gilgamesh's cloudy eyes, and he shouted:
"Treasure house...you can't take it away...you must first get...[Star Coins]! Use it to..."
Gilgamesh struggled to utter a few vague words, and then the clarity in his eyes receded like the tide.
The turbulent purple light was released from his body, hitting the iron chains on his body one after another, making a roaring sound. Gilgamesh looked forward with a ferocious face, and a surging murderous intention swept out:
"I will never allow monsters like you to get involved in my Uruk... Come and fight with me!"
Confused words came out of his mouth one after another. Lin Qiye lowered his head and recited Gilgamesh's last words carefully, as if he was thinking.
"[Star Coin]...what is that?"
"Go quickly." Sun Wukong walked calmly towards the chaotic and crazy Gilgamesh.
Lin Qiye nodded and disappeared into the hospital in a flash.
Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard, looking at Gilgamesh in front of him with a complicated expression, and then glanced at the frightened caregivers around him. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched his ear gently.
A golden hoop quickly enlarged and was held in his hand.
Sun Wukong held the golden hoop in one hand and dragged its edge around the courtyard, drawing a large golden circle that surrounded the entire courtyard.
The moment this golden circle was formed, the scene in the courtyard gradually faded in the eyes of the caregiver, and Gilgamesh's roar also disappeared, as if there was an invisible hand, completely hiding the existence of the courtyard.
"Wait for me!"
Holding the harp in one hand and the pony in the other, Brachi stepped directly through the golden circle drawn by Sun Wukong and entered the courtyard.
Sun Wukong glanced at him, "What are you doing here?"
"Don't you want to guard Gilgamesh here? I'll accompany you!" Brachi waved the harp in his hand and said with a smile, "It's so boring for two grown men to sit face to face. I can sing for you.
A poem~"
Sun Wukong squinted at him, his eyes softening a little.
He turned his head, pulled out a piece of monkey hair, transformed into a magnificent rock throne, and slowly sat down, facing the black throne where Gilgamesh was.
Sun Wukong was wearing a broken cassock, sitting cross-legged on the rock throne, holding his head with one hand, and said lightly:
"Let me tell you first, I didn't leave a place for you."
"It's okay. Anyway, your throne is too high and it's not comfortable for me to sit on." Brachi smiled and opened the pony and sat down. "I'll just sit on my pony. It's fine."
In front of the two thrones facing each other, Brachi, sitting on a small horse, looked small and thin.
Sun Wukong glanced at Brachi with complicated eyes, and then looked away.
In the golden circle isolated from the world, two thrones and a small horse stand on three sides, which is inexplicably coordinated.