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

When the smoke and dust cleared, Gilgamesh lay on the ground with wounds all over his body, his expression twisted and struggling. After a long time, his cloudy eyes gradually regained clarity.

He stared blankly at the golden hoop hovering at the tip of his nose, slowly closed his eyes, and looked indescribably haggard.

"Awake?" Sun Wukong spoke in a cold voice, holding the golden cudgel in his hand.

"……Um."

Gilgamesh replied weakly.

Sun Wukong put away his golden hoop and pulled him up from the ground. At this time, Braki, who was still wearing pajamas and a nightcap, hurried over:

"What happened? Why are they fighting in the middle of the night... and they didn't even ask me to accompany them?"

Gilgamesh ignored Bragi, rubbed his nose with his hand, and said hoarsely, "So, the person who poisoned me just now..."

"It's the nurse."

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

Gilgamesh stared at the scratches on Li Yifei and the little raccoon's necks, guilt in his eyes:

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

"It's okay." Li Yifei waved his hand nonchalantly, "He's a patient, I can understand."

This time, Gilgamesh rarely refused the title of "patient". He just lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then looked at Sun Wukong:

"Can you do me a favor?"

"explain."

"Tie me up."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and said nothing.

"I am trapped in hallucinations for longer and longer. If this continues, sooner or later I will be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion." Gilgamesh said slowly, "Tie me up. It will be better for everyone."

Sun Wukong turned and looked at Lin Qiye.

As everyone's attending physician, Lin Qiye is the one who has 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."

Even a proud Gilgamesh was tortured into this state, and even offered to tie himself up, which was enough to prove how difficult it was for him to endure those false memories...

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

Lin Qiye raised his hand, and the night color permeated the surrounding building walls. Special steel reinforcement materials were pulled out and quickly folded into a heavy black throne, standing in the center of the courtyard.

Gilgamesh, wearing a gray robe, stared at the black throne, with a bitter look on his face:

"Mad King... is he worthy of the throne?"

He took slow steps and sat down on the black throne, his hands placed calmly at his sides.

As Lin Qiye's fingertips moved slightly, dozens of black chains extended from the back of the chair, binding it tightly to the throne, unable to move at all.

This black throne was made of the building materials of the Gods' Mental Asylum. Although it was not indestructible, it was enough to temporarily seal Gilgamesh's action.

Gilgamesh, sitting on the throne, slowly closed his eyes, as if he was falling asleep.

Outside the courtyard, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.

"Next, I will keep an eye on him." Sun Wukong said, staring at the black throne.

"And me!" Braki raised his hand. "From now on, I will practice the piano in front of him every day. He can't hide away anyway."

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, "Then I'll leave it to you."

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

He raised his head and looked above his head, as if there was something there.

"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 95%"

Lin Qiye stood aside and saw with his own eyes that Sun Wukong's progress bar jumped forward one level. He immediately said in surprise:

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

"Yeah." Sun Wukong looked at the progress bar above his head for a moment, then looked around, "Just 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 God?"

Sun Wukong's gaze was fixed on the void before his eyes, with a faint golden light flickering 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 he finished speaking, Lin Qiye was about to turn around and leave.

"etc."

Sun Wukong's voice suddenly came.

Lin Qiye was stunned and looked back.

Sun Wukong was seen staring at the void, his brows furrowed 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 and spoke in a deep voice.

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

Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly narrowed.

…

Central Hall.

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

"What's wrong?" He Lin, who was sitting next to him, felt Lin Qiye's mood change and asked in confusion.

"Something's wrong... a god has sneaked 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’s possible.” Lin Qiye recalled the scene when he just entered here in his mind, “No. 01 at the door, the way to identify the agent is just to check whether he has the God Ruins… But those who have the God Ruins are not necessarily God’s agents, there are also real gods.

However, this cannot be blamed on them. After all, who could have thought that a small gathering of agents could attract real gods to infiltrate?

What is their purpose?

Before leaving the hospital, Sun Wukong used his flaming eyes to identify all the gods who had mixed into the gathering. There were three gods in total, and their hat brims were numbered 03, 04, and 27 respectively.

Lin Qiye glanced around and locked onto the three figures. As he expected, these were the people who had discovered that he was using mental perception and isolated him.

They all sat in the farthest corner of the hall, like inconspicuous passers-by, with their heads lowered and their hoods completely covering their faces.

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

"……no."

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

Right now, whether it is looking for Zhou Ping or exploring the cause of Gilgamesh's illness, it is urgent. If you leave now, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find clues to these two things in the mist.

Ding-ding-ding!

As the two were talking, the ancient pendulum made a dull sound, and everyone raised their heads slightly and looked forward.

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