Han Benchu took a few steps forward, and when he turned around, the Didi car was gone. It was pitch black and empty around him, and there was nothing but the dark red lantern not far away...... Han Benchu walked step by step, towards the dark depths, he thought to himself that this shop is really strange, there will be business in this kind of place?

But for the current Han Benchu, these issues are not his primary concern. His purpose was to buy the pot, and he was determined to buy it. So it doesn't matter if your shop is opened in Heavenly Court or Dragon Palace, even if you open it on Chang'e's ass, he Han Benchu doesn't care. Because he has only one purpose: to buy a pot.

So he mustered up the courage and walked inside for about five minutes, and Han Benchu finally stood in front of this so-called "time-honored" pot shop. The style of this shop is a little strange, not like an ordinary façade, but like an old courtyard house, with a quaint plaque hanging on the door, which is illuminated by a dark red lantern on the side, revealing three large characters engraved on it: "Tianren Zhai".

Although Han Benchu is not smart, he is not a fool. How do you look at this place, how evil is this, can this be a pot shop that buys pots? But he can't help it, he's here, he can't just turn around and leave. So after being silent for a few seconds, he still mustered up the courage to walk in and shouted inside: "Is there anyone?" ”

In the quiet quaint courtyard, it is so quiet that you can hear it very clearly as if a needle has fallen. Han Benchu stood in the empty courtyard, looking at the rows of windows, door beams, bricks and tiles from the Ming and Qing dynasties...... At midnight in the quiet of the black man of this month, he couldn't help but start to be a little scared in his heart. This kind of house has died for as many generations as it has lived in since ancient times. Look at the trees in the night, they stretch crookedly into the sky, and the dead branches and leaves spread everywhere. It was like something was wailing and on the run, but it seemed to be locked up in this courtyard and couldn't break free.

Han Benchu stood in place, breathless from what he saw. He quickly turned around and wanted to leave, when in a room in the southeast corner, the hoarse voice of an old woman came into his ears: "Come in......"

Han Benchu was startled and stopped.

He turned and shouted to the southeast corner, "Yes...... Is there a pot for sale? ”

The voice was silent for a few seconds, and a faint word came out: "Yes." ”

Han Benchu would also comfort himself, he thought to himself, aren't I just the one who came to buy a pot, it doesn't matter if your place is evil or not, right? I can't finish buying a pot. Well, as soon as he thought about it, he walked into the room in the southeast corner.

The woman in the house may have slept before, and she didn't turn on the light, and she couldn't see anything in the dark room. Because Han Benchu arrived, he turned on a small lamp, although the light was weak, it was a thing. After all, people are like this, there will always be a little panic in the dark heart, once you see the light, your heart will be much more steady.

Han Benchu walked to the door of the house and poked inside.

When he saw this, he suddenly felt a little worried in his heart, because this room was very strange. Why is it weird? For in the middle of the room there was a strange wooden bed, and on the bed sat an old woman. Other than that, there was not a single superfluous thing in the room, and the emptiness was creepy......

Even if Han Benchu is a fool, he knows some basic common sense. Who would put their bed in the middle of the house? What's going on? This kind of placement is not for the living at all, but for the dead......

We all know that in ancient times, the yin house, which is also the so-called "tomb", where the coffin was placed in the middle, and the yang house did not have this way, either the bed was against the wall, or the head of the bed was against the wall, who put the bed in the middle of the room, wasn't it a fool? But it is clear that the woman sitting on the bed is certainly not a fool. So Han Benchu had a strong premonition at that time: I was afraid that I would encounter something unclean again.

Han Benchu wanted to cry without tears, is it possible to achieve it because he is a writer of supernatural novels, so these unclean things always like to follow him? That's not right, there are so many people in the world who write supernatural novels, why is he so unlucky? I've always heard of someone being hit by a tractor, but I've never heard of anyone being hit by a tractor every day, right, this unfortunate thing can't always be smashed on a person's head, isn't that unreasonable?

Han Benchu cried and cried, but he was still panicked, he quickly turned around and left without saying a word, but at this time, the woman in the room suddenly said slowly: "Don't be afraid, young man." I'm not a ghost, I'm a human ......"

Han Benchu turned his head and saw that the old woman had already come out of the house, with her hands behind her back, wearing a clean and decent dress. The waist pole is straight, and the momentum when he walks is quite pressing, and the swishing is windy. Just now, the lights in the room were too dim to see clearly, Han Benchu thought that people were ghosts, but now when he took a closer look, he suddenly felt that this old woman was not only not a ghost, but also a little bit of a fairy bone.

The old woman walked past Han Benchu, who was standing stupidly, and didn't look at him squarely, but just said lightly: "There are no chairs in that room, come to the room over there." After saying that, they left without looking back.

Han Benchu came back from his trance and hurriedly followed, the old woman took him to another room in the northwest corner, turned on the fluorescent lamp in the house, and then the whole courtyard lit up, and Han Benchu's hanging heart was completely let go.

The old woman pointed to a bench and said, "Sit down." ”

Han Benchu was stupid, so he had to sit down first.

The old woman poured two glasses of water and sat down, and before Han Benchu could speak, she gently took a sip of white water and said in a low voice: "Buying a pot in the middle of the night is nothing more than two possibilities." Either someone in the family is seriously ill and urgently needs the casserole decoction, or someone in the family has passed away and wants to cook "yin food" to send it so that he can go on the road with peace of mind. Young man, I wonder what kind of person you are? ”

Han Benchu said: "The second kind. ”

The old woman's hand trembled slightly......

The old woman asked, "Who is in the family?" ”

Han Benchu said: "Old woman, I'm here to buy the kind of pot that can cook hot pot, if you have it, sell me." If not, forget it. We don't know each other, so it's not appropriate for you to ask me about my family as soon as you open your mouth, right? ”

The old woman said, "Young man, life is so short, but you don't cherish it, you go, let's go......"

Han Benchu was completely stunned.

He said excitedly: "Hey, you're not in business? How can you say that if you don't sell it, you won't sell it? ”

The old woman drank tea alone and did not speak.

He said, "If I add money, can't I add money?" ”

The old woman drank tea independently and did not speak.

Han Benchu saw that this old woman was not pretending to raise the price, but really wanted to drive him away, and he immediately became anxious when he thought of the tailless puppy: "Old woman, are you a little strange, you sell pots, you sell pots, why do you have to ask me who died in my family and what they were doing, people who are a little polite will not ask like this, right?" ”

The old woman drank tea alone and did not speak.

Han Benchu gritted his teeth and said, "Did you sell me if I told you about me?" ”