I studied beheading in a mental institution

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

They were moved.

"Everyone, I know that we may have been a little unhappy before, and everyone may have misunderstood me, but in the final analysis, we are not enemies...even, we can be allies fighting side by side." Lin Qiye said solemnly,

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

All the agents nodded.

Lin Qiye groped all over the fainted attendant, took out a key, and unlocked the silver lock.

Losing the suppression of the silver lock, the agents of Shenxu returned one after another, with joy on their faces, and straightened their backs again.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Miles." Claude looked at Lin Qiye with gratitude, "Without you, we might not be able to get out."

The hostility in the eyes of other agents basically dissipated, and Lin Qiye took the initiative to save them from leaving, which equalized the previous use and temporarily gained their trust.

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

"pass it to me."

Among the crowd, an agent stepped out.

With a wave of his hand, a gray ripple spread out, covering everyone in it, and their figures gradually faded in the air, as if they had disappeared.

Group stealth?

Lin Qiye looked at the agent in surprise.

It seems that there are some advantages to bringing so many agents together... At least the more than 20 agents here represent more than 20 different gods.

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

"Wait a moment!"

Among the crowd, No. 22 suddenly spoke:

"If we just leave like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before we will be discovered.

There are a lot of artifacts in this city, maybe there will be someone who can track our whereabouts, and when the old man with the king's [scepter] catches up, we will still die. "

Hearing this sentence, the agents frowned slightly.

"What do you mean? Want us to stay here?"

"No, I have other options."

No. 22 narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the index finger and middle finger of the other hand with one hand, and with a sudden force, pulled out these two fingers by the roots!

Blood spattered and fell on the masonry of the dungeon. Everyone present frowned at the same time. Even Lin Qiye's expression froze, and he looked at No. 22 in puzzlement.

No. 22 dropped the severed fingers on the ground with a blank face, and the next moment, the two severed fingers twisted strangely.

In the pool of blood, the two fingers were like a man and a woman in love, they were tightly pressed together, the pads of the fingers squirmed and swelled, turned into two balls of meat, and then quickly split.

Two balls, four balls, eight balls, sixteen balls... In less than 3 minutes, more than twenty balls of meat appeared in the pool of blood.

Under the control of No. 22, these meat balls are gradually squeezed into human shapes, and their facial features change, perfectly corresponding to every agent who was once bound here.

They sat naked on the ground with dull eyes, like a group of soulless physical dolls, motionless.

Manufacture a human body out of thin air? !

What is this ability?

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was extremely shocked.

Seeing this, the other agents seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at No. 22, and said with a soft smile:

"Desire for the flesh? I thought who it was... So, you are the agent of the famous lecherous god Philotes?"

No. 22's eyes froze when he heard the word "proxy of the promiscuous god"!

He stretched out his hand like lightning, strangled the agent by the throat, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes:

"Can you say that again?!"

Disdain appeared in the agent's eyes, and just as he was about to speak, Lin Qiye grabbed No. 22's wrist and spoke peacefully:

"Now is not the time for internal strife, so don't say a few words, on the 22nd, let him go."

No. 22 stared into the agent's eyes, like a hungry wolf trying 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 coldly and let go of the agent's throat.

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

"With these physical bodies, it is indeed possible to confuse the eyes and ears of these ordinary people. You can leave after leaving your cloaks." Lin Qiye stood between the two and said.

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

……

After everyone left, the more than twenty sluggish desire bodies in the dungeon slowly got up from the ground as if they had received some kind of signal.

Like walking dead, they pushed open the dungeon door and walked up to a servant who fell unconscious.

That was the squire who played No. 22 before.

Their empty eyes stared straight at the attendant, which was strange.

Dim candle flames danced in the dungeon. On the ancient stone brick wall, more than twenty shadows of lustful bodies slowly raised the corner of the chain in their hands.

Hit it hard!

Bang-bang-bang!

Like a group of soulless violence machines, they frantically smashed the attendants' heads, and the warm brains mixed with blood soon filled the entire dungeon.

……

late at night.

In Wucheng, there were almost no residents walking around. Lin Qiye led the agents through several stone brick streets, and finally walked into a small stone house.

This stone house was the home of "Lao Six" that Lin Qiye transformed into when he sneaked into the city. Since both his parents died and there was no one at home, it is now the best hiding place for everyone.

In the narrow room, more than 20 people rushed in at one breath, and it was suddenly crowded.

Lin Qiye scanned the surroundings with his mental strength, and after making sure that no one noticed, he closed the curtains and lit a candle in the corner.

The faint light of the fire danced on the khaki stone table, vaguely illuminating everyone's faces, except for Lin Qiye, the expressions of everyone else were extremely dignified.

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

"Don't you have to ask No. 22? The secret of [King's Treasure] was sold by him. He should know more about it than us."

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

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

"Number 22?" Lin Qiye frowned.

Returning to God on the 22nd, the distorted expression gradually returned to calm, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:

"I have indeed studied the information about the King of Heroes, but I have no idea how to conquer the [King's Treasure House].

If the stories recorded in the historical materials are true, then this treasure house can only be driven by Gilgamesh himself, who has the law of the "King", and it is impossible for anyone else to subdue it. "

He also knows the [King] law?

Lin Qiye thought of No. 22's reaction when he saw the city lord pull 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 talk about the information you know first." Lin Qiye took the initiative to say, "In this way, when I make predictions later, it will be more accurate."

Hearing the word "prophecy", the eyes of the agents present lit up.