Looking from a distance, the ancient house has a gloomy air. The door is mottled, the copper lock is rusty, and the stone lions on both sides are also incomplete, as if telling the vicissitudes and weirdness of the years. As soon as Fan Xiaodao approached, he felt a chill hit his face. He pretended to be calm and coughed twice to embolden himself: "Humph, what kind of monsters and ghosts are there? If I encounter the Xiaodao, I will be unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
