Listening to Lin Qiye's "speech", the agents' eyes became brighter and brighter.

They were moved.

"Everyone, I know that we may have had some unpleasant experiences before, and everyone has some misunderstandings about me, but in the final analysis, we are not enemies... In fact, we can be allies fighting side by side." Lin Qiye said solemnly,

"To show my sincerity, I will help you unlock the silver lock now. However, we are still in the dungeon in the city. If you don't want to be arrested again, don't act rashly."

The agents nodded.

Lin Qiye searched the unconscious servant, took out a key, and unlocked the silver lock.

Without the suppression of the silver lock, the agents' spirits returned one after another. Joy appeared on their faces and they straightened their backs again.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Miles." Claude looked at Lin Qiye with gratitude, "If it weren't for you, we might really not be able to get out."

The hostility in the eyes of the other agents had basically dissipated. Lin Qiye took the initiative to rescue them and leave, which made up for his previous exploitation and temporarily gained their trust.

"This is not a place to talk, let's leave first." Lin Qiye looked around and pondered, "However, there are so many of us...how can we leave here quietly?"

"Leave it to me."

An agent stepped out from the crowd.

He waved his hand and a grey ripple spread out, covering everyone. Their figures gradually faded in the air, as if they had disappeared.

Group invisibility?

Lin Qiye looked at the agent in surprise.

It seems that there are some benefits to acting with so many agents... At least the more than 20 agents here represent more than 20 different kinds of Shenxu.

"Come with me, I know a safe place." Lin Qiye said in a low voice.

"Wait a moment!"

In the crowd, No. 22 suddenly spoke:

“If we just leave like this, I’m afraid it won’t be long before we’re discovered.

There are a lot of artifacts in this city, and one of them might be able to track us down. If that old man holding the King's Scepter catches up with us, we'll be dead."

Hearing this, the agents frowned slightly.

"What do you mean? You want us to stay here?"

"No, I have another idea."

No. 22 narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the index and middle fingers of one hand with the other hand, and suddenly exerted force, pulling the two fingers off by the roots!

Blood splattered and fell on the bricks and stones of the dungeon. Everyone present frowned at the same time. Even Lin Qiye looked at No. 22 in confusion.

No. 22 threw the severed fingers in his hand to the ground with an expressionless face. The next moment, the two severed fingers began to twist strangely.

In the pool of blood, the two fingers were like a couple in love, tightly pressed together, the fingertips squirmed and swelled, turning into two balls of flesh, and then quickly split apart.

Two lumps, four lumps, eight lumps, sixteen lumps… In just three minutes, more than twenty lumps of flesh appeared in the pool of blood.

Under the control of No. 22, these meat balls were gradually molded into human shapes, with their facial features changing, perfectly corresponding to every agent who had been bound here.

They sat on the ground with dull eyes, like a group of soulless flesh puppets, motionless.

Creating a human body out of thin air?!

What kind of ability is this?

When Lin Qiye saw this scene, he was extremely shocked.

Seeing this, the other agents seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at No. 22, and chuckled:

"Desire body? I thought it was someone else... So you are the agent of the famous sex god Philotes?"

Hearing the words "Agent of God", No. 22's eyes flashed!

He stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the agent's throat, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent:

"Say that again?!"

The agent showed disdain in his eyes and was about to speak, but Lin Qiye took the initiative to grab No. 22's wrist and spoke calmly:

"Now is not the time for internal strife. Everyone, stop talking. No. 22, let him go."

No. 22 stared at the agent's eyes, like a hungry wolf ready to tear its prey apart.

"I warn you, don't mention that woman's name in front of me... unless you want to die!"

He snorted and released the agent's throat.

The agent took two steps back and looked at No. 22 with an extremely cold expression.

“With these bodies, we can indeed confuse the eyes and ears of ordinary people. You can leave your cloaks behind and then you can leave.” Lin Qiye stood between the two of them and spoke.

Everyone quickly took off their cloaks and covered their corresponding bodies with them, then quietly left the dungeon under the protection of the gray ripples.

…

After everyone left, the twenty or so dull and lustful bodies in the dungeon, as if they had received some kind of signal, slowly crawled up from the ground.

Like zombies, they pushed open the dungeon door and walked up to a servant who had fallen unconscious.

That was the servant who had kicked No. 22 before.

Their empty eyes stared straight at the servants, looking eerie and strange.

The dim candlelight flickered in the dungeon. On the ancient stone brick wall, more than twenty shadows of lustful flesh slowly raised a corner of the chain in their hands.

Hit it hard!

Bang-bang-bang!

They were like a group of soulless violence machines, smashing the servants' heads frantically. The warm brains mixed with blood soon splattered all over the dungeon.

…

late at night.

There were almost no residents walking around in Wucheng. Lin Qiye led the agents through several cobblestone streets and finally walked into a small stone house.

This stone house is the home of "Lao Liu" whom Lin Qiye transformed into when he sneaked into the city. Since both his parents have passed away and there is no one at home, it is now the best hiding place for everyone.

More than twenty people rushed into the narrow room at once, making it suddenly a bit crowded.

Lin Qiye used his mental power to scan the surroundings and confirmed that no one was around to notice him, then he drew the curtains and lit a candle in the corner.

The faint firelight danced on the ochre-colored stone table, dimly illuminating everyone's faces. Except for Lin Qiye, everyone else's expressions were extremely solemn.

"There are less than two days left before the deadline given by the two gods." An agent said in a deep voice, "Until now, we still don't know how to conquer this treasure house... What should we do next?"

"Shouldn't we ask No. 22? He was the one who sold the secret of the King's Treasury. He should know more about this place than we do."

Everyone's eyes fell on No. 22 in the corner.

At this moment, No. 22 was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes were dazed, his face was slightly distorted, and his expression was cruel and violent.

"Number 22?" Lin Qiye frowned and asked.

No. 22 returned to God, his distorted expression gradually calmed down, and after a moment of silence, he said:

“I did study the information about the King of Heroes, but I have no idea how to conquer the [King’s Treasury].

If the stories recorded in the historical documents are true, then this treasure house can only be activated by Gilgamesh himself who possesses the Law of the King. No one else can conquer it. "

Does he also know the Law of the King?

Lin Qiye thought about No. 22's reaction when he saw the city lord take out the golden scepter in the square today, and his heart moved slightly.

This No. 22 definitely has a lot of information related to this treasure house... Who is he?

"You can tell me what you know first." Lin Qiye took the initiative to speak, "This way, I can make more accurate predictions later."

When the agents heard the word "prophecy", their eyes lit up.