The firelight danced on the faces of the three men, and their backs were stretched long, climbing up the blue-gray stone wall, and there was wet moss in the cracks of the wall, and small insects with and without wings were coming in and out.

"Hey, old man, you have a centipede in your head," the boy pointed to the old man's head on the wall.

"Grandpa, why do you insist that there is a girl named Xiaohui in the village?" That's when the girl asked.

"What I keep singing about is that there is a girl in the village named Xiaohui, who is good-looking and kind"

"Okay, grandpa, don't sing yet, isn't it grandpa, your lover's name is Xiaohui," the girl said.

"No, her name is Hui Fen'er," said Grandpa.

"Then I see," the boy was about to say something. Seeing the girl's eyes, he swallowed it alive again, "Grandpa sings so well" and applauded.

"Director, why are you crying?" asked the staff next to him.

"It's okay, the wind fascinates the eyes" The director twisted his head, wiped his tears, and blew his nose. "Xiao Wang, go check what the names of your current girlfriends are, remember, keep it secret"

A shadow in a black leotard smiled weirdly again, made an OK gesture, and dodged away.

"Don't you think anyone is watching us?" The boy asked warily.

The three of them looked around suspiciously, there was a dusty square table in the old room, on the table were apples, oranges, bananas, pears, and then there was a mahogany machine with cobwebs, and there was a wooden clock on the machine, and the pendulum was slowly swaying from side to side, ticking and ticking. The metal minute hand burped, burped, burped. To the right of the clock is a delicate model of a wooden house, three carved doors are tightly closed, you can't see what is inside through the gap, one eye is sticking to the door and looking in, "Xiaoqiang, what are you doing?" the girl asked.

"I see what's in there," said the boy.

"Don't look, don't look, it's Guan Gong who is watching us" The old man sat on the wooden chair.

Next to the miniature wooden house stood a statue of Guan Gong, holding the green dragon glaive sword, wearing a green robe, a green hat, staring at copper bell-like eyes, his face was red, his long beard was floating, and he was awe-inspiring.

The bluestone ground was full of potholes, and the old man shook it and fell asleep.

"I'm scared to death," the director swallowed. The staff next to him stretched out his head to look at the screen in front of the director, it was black, there was nothing. Puzzled, he asked, "Director, what's so scary about this?"

"You don't know, this is the chair made by the old man, and the camera is installed on the seat." The director took a bottle of mineral water, twisted it and said, I can't unscrew it.

The staff took the mineral water bottle and unscrewed it at once, and handed it to the director, "Director, look at my camera", there is only one eye on the screen.

The director just took a sip of water and exclaimed, "It's terrible!" He covered his eyes tightly with his hands. Mineral water was sprinkled all over the ground.

"Well, you see, there is a box on the ground that is one meter long, one meter high, and one meter wide," the girl said in amazement. "As soon as you enter the room, there is indeed a box like that," Xiao Qiang stared at Guan Gong's eyes without blinking, "I just don't know what to do"

"It says a map of the route to the haunted house," the girl looked at the seal on the wooden box.

The old man didn't know when he woke up, and he looked very angry, "This old house is just one door, what do you want a map, or what are we doing here!" ”

Looking at the screen that suddenly became clear, the director held his cheek raiser with his left hand, and they finally found the hint.

The girl opened the seal, and there was a red piece of paper lying inside, and there was a hint card: write a couplet, for the four treasures of the study, please write the next couplet within ten minutes, otherwise the ghost will bite people.

"Where's Shanglian?"

"On the wall behind Guan Erye," said Xiao Qiang, who was motionless and confronted Guan Erye.

"Pig fat family industry is prosperous, what is the next link?" The girl pondered and meditated, and when she looked back, her grandfather had prepared the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and waited to write.

"Xiaoqiang, come and help," the girl was anxious.

"I guess it's the rooster crowing to break the spring dawn," Xiaoqiang quickly turned his head and turned back quickly.

The old man shook his head, "It's not neat"