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The Earth Guardians are the result of Danaus' own translation.

According to the meaning of the word, it can also be translated as guardian of the earth or protector of the earth.

But in either translation, Danas had never heard of it.

He turned his head and looked at Yamu, both of whom looked confused.

After thinking for a while, they decided to follow this group of people to see what was going on.

Danas took out a space treasure, activated the mirror space, and escaped into it with Ya Mu.

The two men flew in the air above the convoy, following them out of the neighborhood and into a remote mental hospital in the suburbs.

When the vehicle parked in the open space in the front yard, three good-looking female nurses came forward. They joked with the field staff leading the team and patiently took the crazy woman over.

Two of the young female nurses supported the mad woman and led her step by step towards the white-walled building ahead.

Another older, blond, middle-aged female nurse stayed behind and signed a handover agreement with a man in black.

After returning the signed paper to the female nurse, the man in black looked at the mad woman's back and sighed.

"She is also a poor person...how did she escape this time?"

"It's not Liya yet." The blond middle-aged female nurse whispered, "This girl has feelings of compassion again."

"I guess so." The man in black sighed, and then asked doubtfully, "By the way, why didn't you see her this time and was she detained by you?"

The blond middle-aged female nurse shook her head: "I fired her."

"Fired?" The man in black was a little surprised, then shook his head and sighed, "How heartless!"

The blond middle-aged female nurse said softly: "This is for her own good. Her personality is really not suitable for this job."

After a brief chat of gossip, the group of men in black entered the car again and hurried away.

The blond middle-aged female nurse also put away the handover agreement and walked towards the mental hospital.

In the mirror space, Danas and Yamu looked at each other, still not understanding what kind of place this was.

"The Riddler, get out of Gotham!"

Danas couldn't help but complain while covering his forehead.

Ya Mu frowned and said, "Why don't you... arrest someone and ask?"

Danas immediately lowered his arms and looked at Yamu with piercing eyes.

…

In the director's room of the mental hospital, a bald old man in a white shirt was humming a ditty from the last century, drinking coffee and flipping through a suspicious magazine with a bikini girl on the cover.

Suddenly, a big hand popped out of the old man's side and grabbed his collar.

The bald old man was startled. Before he could scream, he was dragged into the unknown world.

In the huge dean's office, there was only a fallen magazine, a spilled cup of coffee, and an empty, spinning office chair.

In the mirror space, a bald old man in disheveled clothes slumped on the ground, looking at the two tall figures in front of him with horror on his face.

Both of them were dressed in black. Their figures were hidden in the shadows beside the office windows in the mirror space. Their entire bodies were covered by a huge black cloak, leaving only two black masks that covered half of their faces exposed.

Wait, black half-face mask?

The old man calmed down from his fear and carefully looked at the appearance of the two people. His eyes focused on the triangular ears above the black mask for a moment, and then he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Batman?!"

"..."

Yamu's head was covered with black lines, and he couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Damn it, don't you have any other masks?"

Danas shrugged and said with innocent eyes: "There are also clown masks and flash hoods, do you need them?"

Yamu imagined what it would be like to be interrogated while wearing a clown mask, and sighed dejectedly: "Forget it, let's stick with Batman!"

After saying that, he stepped out of the shadows and faced the frightened gaze of the bald old man. Without saying a word, he punched him in the face, then glared at him fiercely and said, "Say no more!"

The bald old man was stunned by his actions. He covered his face and collapsed on the ground, speechless for a moment.

"Still a tough guy..."

Yamu nodded, clenching his fists as he walked forward.

The bald old man was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. He did not care to figure out the identity of these two lunatics, and immediately shouted angrily: "I said, I said! What do you want me to say, you should ask!"

After the words fell, Yamu stopped and turned to look at Danas in surprise: "Didn't I ask?"

Danas thought for a while and nodded with certainty: "You didn't ask."

Yamu's face was stunned, and he turned to look at the frightened bald old man on the ground. A stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the Batman mask.

"Sorry, my bad."

The bald old man was even more frightened by this smile.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to change, Yamu immediately put his arms into the black bat cloak and asked in a low voice: "Tell me honestly, who are you and what kind of organization is the Earth Guardian?"

The bald old man was startled for a moment, then his eyes dodged: "This..."

Danas sighed and said, "It seems he doesn't want to say it."

Yamu also raised his hand very cooperatively, and on his right hand was a bat finger tiger that was burned to red.

Seeing this scene, the bald old man's psychological defense was completely defeated.

He had just left that bloody ghost place, and he had obtained such a leisurely civilian position with his many years of merit. He did not want to be tortured to death by two inexplicable psychopaths.

The bald old man moved back in horror and shouted: "I said, I said, we are the logistics department affiliated with the Earth Guardian, and we are responsible for the aftermath of the families of the sacrifices."

"Earth Guardians is a transnational organization jointly formed by various countries, and it is also the highest organization that manages blood sacrifice rituals..."

Sacrifice? Blood ritual?

Ya Mu raised his eyebrows, still looking a little confused.

Danas frowned and thought for a while, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"Wait a minute, Yamu, I think I know what kind of world this is..."

"What world?"

"A very interesting horror movie, The Cabin in the Woods. Have you heard of it?"

Seeing that Yamu still looked confused, Danas knew that he must have never seen this horror movie, so he walked forward, knocked him unconscious under the horrified eyes of the bald old man, and then turned to look at Yamu.

"This is a movie that satirizes modern assembly-line horror films. The plot and setting in the film are very innovative."

"If I remember correctly, there are ancient old gods sleeping underground in this world. These old gods are not very good-tempered. They get angry almost every year. Only by offering sacrifices to the old gods on time can humanity and humanity be maintained. The stability of the earth.”

"Because of this, humans secretly formed an organization responsible for managing blood sacrifice rituals."

"And this organization selects five lucky people every year as sacrifices to appease the anger of the old gods."

Yamu couldn't help but said: "Five, why five?"

Danas shrugged: "If it were a movie, I would tell you that it is a mockery of the stereotyped characters of the protagonists of modern horror movies, but since this is a real world, I can only say that it is a rigid blood ritual. Regulation."

"Five humans, five sacrifices, and you can't choose them casually. You must select qualified sacrifices based on specific identities and personalities. The younger the better."

Yamu frowned tightly, and the more he listened, the more angry he became.

He suppressed his anger and asked: "What kind of character?"

Danas said softly: "With the changes of the times, the characters of the five sacrifices are also constantly changing. At first, they should be prostitutes, warriors, wise men, fools, and virgins."

"Now it's the slut, the jock, the scholar, the idiot, the virgin."

"In addition to the character design, the order of the sacrifices is also particular. They must be carried out one by one in the order I just mentioned. There can be no mistakes in any link in the middle. Otherwise, the old gods will be angered and the earth will fall into doomsday catastrophe."

Having said this, Dana paused, turned to look in the direction of the ward where the crazy woman was, and whispered softly: "That nigga said that Paris's madness was due to the disappearance of her son three years ago, and her son Another doctor who moved out of a low-cost residential area with his mother, so Paris’s son should be the scholar among the five sacrifices three years ago..."

Yamu snorted angrily and looked at the unconscious old man with an evil look in his eyes.

Danas stopped in front of him and sighed: "Don't be impulsive. Think about the energy level of this world. Those sleeping ancient gods are very powerful. Humanity's current technology cannot compete with them."

"From a big-picture perspective, sacrificing five young people to save the world is indeed the best choice."

Yamu glanced at him and said, "Danas, do you think this is right?"

Danas shook his head and said: "This is not a question of right or wrong. Personally, if someone asks me to choose between five people and the whole world, I will definitely beat him up and let him know who it is. It has the final say, but...what if this person is Boss Lin?"

Yamu shook his head and said: "Boss Lin will not ask such questions. He will only kill those who ask such questions."

Danas said helplessly: "A metaphor, this is just a metaphor. What I mean is that in the face of absolute power, the table-shaking option of killing the person who asked the question will not work. A choice must be made between the individual and the whole. .”

"From a personal perspective, I also feel that this organization does not care about people."

"But from the perspective of all mankind, they did save the world..."

At this point, Danas changed the topic and said helplessly: "Forget it, it's really not suitable for us to discuss this kind of issue. Let's just go and talk to those old gods!"

"Since the Lord God has found this world, it is impossible to let go of those old gods."

"If you find the old god, you should also find the main god's split soul in this world..."

As soon as these words came out, Yamu and Danas finally reached an agreement.

The two threw the unconscious bald old man back into the office, then quietly left the mental hospital and began to search for this year's five lucky ones based on Danas' memory.