Chapter 1192 Confused

As Monkey King's golden cudgel continued to fall, the roar in the courtyard gradually subsided.

The billowing smoke and dust dissipated, and Gilgamesh lay on his back with injuries all over his body, his expression twisted and twisted. After a long time, his cloudy eyes gradually recovered.

He stared blankly at the golden cudgel hovering over the tip of his nose, and slowly closed his eyes, feeling unspeakably haggard.

"Are you awake?" Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand and said in a cold voice.

"……Um."

Gilgamesh replied weakly.

Monkey King put away the golden cudgel and pulled him up from the ground. At this moment, Braki, who was still wearing pajamas and a nightcap, hurried over:

"What happened? Why did you fight in the middle of the night... and you didn't ask me to accompany you?"

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

"It's the nurse."

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

Gilgamesh stared blankly at the scratch marks on Li Yifei and the little raccoon's neck, with guilt in his eyes:

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

"It's okay." Li Yifei waved his hand indifferently, "It's understandable for a patient."

This time, Gilgamesh rarely refused the title of "patient", but just bowed his head in silence for a long time, looking at Monkey King:

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Say."

"Tie me up."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and did not speak.

"I have been in hallucinations for longer and longer. If this continues, sooner or later I will completely lose the distinction between reality and fiction." Gilgamesh said slowly, "Tie me up, it's good for everyone."

Monkey King turned his head to look at Lin Qiye.

As the doctor in charge of everyone, Lin Qiye is the one who has the most right to decide how to deal with Gilgamesh.

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

As proud as Gilgamesh, he was tortured into such a state, and even offered to tie himself up, which 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 it can also ensure the safety of other nurses in the hospital.

Lin Qiye raised his hand, and the surrounding building walls were soaked in the night. The special steel reinforcement material was pulled out and quickly folded into a heavy black throne, standing in the center of the courtyard.

Gilgamesh was wearing a gray robe, staring at the black throne, bitterness emerged from the corner of his mouth:

"The mad king...is he worthy of the throne?"

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

With Lin Qiye's fingertips moving slightly, more than a dozen black chains extended from the back of the chair, firmly restraining it to the throne, unable to move at all.

This black throne is made of the building materials of the mental hospital of the gods. Although it is not indestructible, it is enough to temporarily seal Gilgamesh's actions.

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." Sun Wukong said, staring at the black throne.

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

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, "Then I will get rid of you."

Sun Wukong nodded, and was about to leave, as if he had noticed something, he let out a light snort.

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

"Sun Wukong healing progress: 95%"

Standing on the side, Lin Qiye saw Monkey King's progress bar jumping forward one frame, and immediately said in surprise:

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

"Yeah." Monkey King looked at the progress bar above his head for a moment, then looked around, "Just like Nyx and Merlin, I can still 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 them... are they representatives of the gods?"

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

"I'm attending an agent party." Lin Qiye nodded, "It's about to start, I'll go out first."

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

"and many more."

Sun Wukong's voice suddenly came.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then looked back.

I saw Sun Wukong staring at the nothingness, his brows became tighter and tighter, and the golden light in the depths of his eyes became stronger and stronger!

"No, they are not all agents..." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice,

"In this group of agents, there are real gods mixed in."

Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly shrank.

...

central Hall.

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

"What's the matter?" He Lin, who was sitting beside him, felt Lin Qiye's emotional change, and asked suspiciously.

"Something's wrong...some gods have sneaked in here." Lin Qiye lowered his voice and said, his eyes swept across the hall, his face extremely serious.

"what?!"

He Lin was startled, "How is this possible..."

"Of course it's possible." In Lin Qiye's mind, he recalled the scene when he just entered here, "The number 01 at the door, the way to identify the agent is just to check whether he owns the Shenxu... But those who own the Shenxu do not It must be an agent of the gods, and there are genuine gods.

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

What is their purpose? "

Before leaving the hospital, Monkey King used his sharp eyes to identify all the gods who had mixed into the party. There were three gods in total, and the numbers on the brims were 03, 04, and 27.

Lin Qiye swept his eyes and locked on to the three figures. As expected, these were the people who had discovered that he was using spiritual power to sense and isolated them.

They were all sitting in the corner of the hall, like inconspicuous passers-by, with their heads bowed, and their hoods completely concealed their appearance.

"There seems to be something wrong with this gathering." He Lin whispered, "How about we leave first?"

"……no."

Lin Qiye didn't hesitate, and directly rejected the proposal, "If you miss this opportunity, you won't know when the next time will be."

Right now, whether it is to find Zhou Ping or to find out the cause of Gilgamesh's illness, it is imminent. If you leave now, trying to find clues to these two things in the mist is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Clang—clang—clang!

Just as the two were talking, the ancient pendulum made a dull crash, and everyone raised their heads slightly and looked forward.

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