About half an hour later, Ye Yong parked his car outside an abandoned bell tower on the east side of the town.
Sandy sat in the car and looked at the bell tower with interest in his eyes.
"Yo, this place is not bad. It looks a little old. I wonder if there is any artwork hidden inside."
"Everyone, the bell tower is the stronghold of the demon hunters. Please follow me."
Ye Yong led everyone to the bell tower and tried to knock on the door.
There was only silence.
Everyone looked at Ye Yong. His expression was slightly awkward.
"No one? Ye Yong, is your information accurate or not?"
Mo Jiawei did not have much patience. As he spoke, he walked forward and pushed open the wooden door.
"Creak Creak..."
The wooden door was gently pushed open, making a rotten and hoarse sound.
