It's normal for it not to open during the day, but there's not even anyone doing cleaning or guarding the place. It's eerily quiet.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Fang Qingyu's voice was calm and unruffled.
"Damn it, where is everyone? All dead?"
Old Qin couldn't help but curse in a low voice, his voice unusually abrupt in the deathly silent hall.
Just as his voice fell.
"Who are you? How dare you rush in here?!"
A low shout suppressed by fury suddenly erupted from the stairway corner leading to the second floor.
Immediately after, four figures leapt out of the darkness like ghosts, swiftly blocking the staircase, cutting off the only way up.
Fang Qingyu's eyes instantly locked onto these four men, his brow slightly furrowed.
Something's wrong...
Misguided information.
Four Tier Two!?
