When I saw this monster statue, I immediately felt that it was full of weirdness everywhere, not at all as solemn as it looked.

Just then, the door of the last house opened and out came a thin old man.

The old man is neatly dressed, in sharp contrast to the dust everywhere. He is not a person living here. He stays here and seems to be waiting for someone.

The old man's eyes were bright, and he stared straight at me, and I also felt his eyes were familiar to me, as if I had known each other before.

After careful consideration, I found that his eyes were similar...