A drawing of a man standing in front of a building

The cold wind howled，The night is as dark as ink。 　　　 An old man and a young man, two people who look like Daoists，Hide in the corner of an alley，Sneaking in the direction of an old mansion。 　　　 That old house，Standing in the dark night，There are several families scattered around，None of them are lit，I don't know if it's late at night，All slept，Or no one lives at all。