The ghostly spirits of 64 souls who were pursued and killed by evil forces are avenged through the sharpening of iron.

  One morning, I got up early on purpose, dressed carefully and quietly, and tiptoed out of the room. At the moment I opened the door, my tense nerves suddenly went numb.

  Just as I was about to close the door with a sullen face, my uncle stuck his head in from outside, blocking me. A triumphant smile hung on his face as he scrutinized my expression, "Little girl, where are you off to so early today?"

  I should have stayed in a hotel or waited overnight at an internet cafe yesterday, coming back was a mistake. He's figured out my temper, last night he didn't even come back to the room, slept directly on the sofa, just to block me from leaving this morning.

  Covering his forehead, he sat back on the bed with a lack of energy, looking bitter. "Going to work, it seems like there's a specific task assigned today."

  "Oh, no wonder! I knew it, it was that old thing Old Wang who did it. How despicable to actually dare to delay my niece's blind date!" Uncle clenched his fists tightly, the flames of hatred in his eyes could almost swallow up the object of his resentment whole.

  Throwing off her backpack and climbing back into bed, she covered her head with the quilt and shouted angrily: "I'm not going on a blind date, I won't go, even if I die!"

  He wasn't joking, recently I've been having a streak of bad luck and he said he'd get my boyfriend to keep an eye on me. A few days ago, he actually arranged for someone to go on a blind date with me! Isn't this putting me in an awkward position? What would Ming Yan think of me? So I asked Director Wang to help me out, and leave all the tasks that were assigned to others these past few mornings for me to handle. That way, I'll have an excuse not to go on that stupid blind date.

  "No, what can you do by going to see him? You won't lose any flesh. Your eight characters are inherently yin, and you're always dealing with the dead, this life is all about walking backwards. Have you forgotten what happened last time?" He was referring to my unexplained fainting encounter with a fierce ghost. Although I didn't elaborate, Uncle was convinced it had something to do with my work.

  His big truth has made my ears almost grow calluses, and from the time I started working as an adult, he's been repeating this over and over again, just changing the wording, but it all boils down to wanting me to get married off, so that I can live up to my deceased parents and our ancestors.

  I'm fed up, I throw off the quilt and sit up, my hair is messed up like a madman. I push my messy hair back, panting heavily, and firmly shout: "No matter who you wronged, I won't go! I'm only 22, not yet at the age of being a leftover woman, why do you want to drive me out of this house? You'd better solve your own problems before criticizing me!"

  "Uncle scowled, furrowed his brow and stared at me, 'Me? What's wrong with me? I can eat and sleep well now, my luck has been good recently, I only win and never lose at mahjong, what else is the problem?'"

  "Aunt Sun, do you plan to keep her frozen out for the rest of her life? When are you going to bring her into the family?" Every time Aunt Sun mentions my uncle, she has that look of hatred in her eyes, and I feel a surge of frustration - how could such a great woman fall for such a weak and indecisive man like my uncle?

  Sun Aunt indeed was Uncle's nemesis, suddenly dumbfounded, biting her lip without saying a word.

  This round is leading, slightly proud, and then said: "Don't tell me you really plan to be a bachelor for life, also using your age and lack of money as excuses. These are not reasons. You dumped her, turning a lively young girl into an old maid. Although Aunt Sun appears to hate you so much that she's itching to fight, I can see that she still hasn't let go of you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so enthusiastic about asking me how to cook recently. This clearly shows that she still has feelings for you."

  "Was it Ah Qing who taught you how to make those dishes?" My uncle asked with his back still turned against me, stuttering.

  Her full name is Sun Fang, and Ya Qing is the name that has been passed down in her family for generations. Her family members call her that, and even her uncle is used to calling her that.

  I rolled my eyes and replied, "Who do you think can be so patient to get me to do things? And who can train someone who can turn even tofu into a dark dish to cook normal meals?"

  Uncle stiffened his neck, scratched the back of his head, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, lit one, and hesitated for a moment. "Seems right, I was wondering too? Wait, no way!"

  He lit a cigarette, took a hard drag and wiped his lips, stood up and I thought he was going to leave, but instead he turned around, tilted his head and stared at me. "Xiao Yin Yue, don't try to control me with your clever tricks. My business is my own, and our blind date is a separate matter. I've already asked Old Wang to give you the day off, if you don't go on this blind date today, then don't even think about coming to work tomorrow."

  I had no idea that my uncle was so cunning and reacted so quickly, knowing that I used Aunt Sun to pressure him, finding excuses to escape. Grinding his teeth in anger, he dared me to be more stubborn than him, seeing who would give in first. "Even if we went, it would be useless, those three were scared away, and even if they saw us, they would still run away, so there's no point going!"

  He said, covering his head with the quilt again, and Uncle was pacing back and forth in the room, helplessly turning around. He also said that it's really all about being stubborn, pulling doesn't work and hitting makes it worse, neither soft nor hard works. In the end, he had no choice but to use the method he least wanted to use to apologize to me, we both took a step back, he went to thank Aunt Sun proactively, and I went to meet the blind date, who is now sitting across from me, this Er Bao brother.

  He looks gentle and refined, slightly plump, about twenty-five or six? At a glance, he doesn't seem to have suffered any hardships, otherwise his hands wouldn't be so delicate.

  With a pair of piercing black eyes that seem to see right through you, dressed in high-end designer clothes, he's clearly a spoiled rich second-generation heir.

  I sipped the cold drink handed over by the waiter, looked him up and down, then swept my eyes around this Western restaurant where I was meeting my blind date, and couldn't help but think: these people are really rich! Just for a blind date, they're putting on such a show.

  It's clear that he's a bit nervous, and the first impression of seeing me seems to be not bad. He always sneaks glances at me, then grins foolishly. I've seen many people like him before, but I don't know what expression he'll have when I bring out my trump card. If he can really pass the first test, I'll consider being friends with him first, just as friends, because I have a boyfriend, although not human, and I won't be in two boats at once.

  The guy opposite pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and after drinking coffee to calm himself down, he finally opened his mouth, "I heard from the introducer that Miss Yin has been working independently since graduating from high school, what a strong woman!"

  This guy is really annoying, not as good-looking as Chu Qi and Yuan Rui! I'm getting a bit fed up with his roundabout questioning method. I take out my trump card from my backpack, deciding to end this quickly, because my patience is almost running out like the cold drink in the cup.

  "Mr. Zhou, this is my business card. You can contact me at the phone number on it in the future."

  I gave him the phone number with a flourish, and he became even more excited, standing up straight to take it from me with great courtesy. As he bent his head to look at it, I curled up the corner of my mouth in a cold smile, waiting for the show to begin.

  Just as I had expected, the man who was so taken with appearances froze in a smile when he saw the name card, his rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale. His hand trembled slightly as he put down the name card, grabbed a tissue to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at me calmly and composedly: "I suddenly remembered I have an urgent meeting to attend, let's reschedule for another day, sorry about that."

  I knew it, another one of those conversations where you refuse someone and the words just go back and forth. I smiled politely at him, this time genuinely and sincerely. I watched as the man left, his footsteps quickening to almost a run.

  "Pfft, as expected, not a good thing!" She looked at the man who disappeared at the door with disdain and couldn't help but scold. Planned to put away the treasures on the table, after all, every time it was thanks to this trick that they won quickly. The things written on paper are sometimes more persuasive than what's said out loud, I've always thought this is very true.

  Just as I was about to pick it up, a gust of cold wind blew from behind me, and the paper scraps floated up without any wind. I looked up at the man with a glare, my face darkening as I crossed my arms over my chest, and sat back down in my chair, asking in a low, stifled tone: "What's this, Lord Ming Yan? You're willing to come back?"

  This guy actually spent nearly half a month in the underworld, if it wasn't for Lord Yan saying that living people can't stay in the underworld for too long, I would have stayed to watch him.

  After all, Yuan Xue's infatuation with him seemed to have not decreased in the slightest, and even when Yuan Piao died for this reason, that child did not blame this guy.

  "What's wrong with you? I'm just going to do my job, nothing shady. He was laughing very naturally, not feeling any sting in my words, it was hard to listen to. His gaze fell on the paper, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head in confusion: "What's the point of this, look at how scared you made that person earlier? Even if you don't want to get married, don't scare them like that."

  Isn't it because of you? I listened to him finish his nonsense with a gloomy face, snatched back my treasure, and said disdainfully: "You also saw that this is not my fault, he has no integrity, and I just changed what I used to say with my mouth into this straightforward way."

  Shouldering the backpack, I ignored him and stood up to glance at the spirit key that was emitting a faint blue glow. A scene flashed through my mind - two uniformed ghostly enforcers were chasing after a male ghost. Although the image was blurry, it seemed to be trying to tell me something.

  To my left and right, there was no one. I turned my head to look at Ming Yan, "I just saw a ghost catcher chasing after an escaping ghost soul. What does the Ling Key mean by showing me this scene?"

  Ming Yan was slightly surprised at first, then smiled with joy, "I didn't expect you to grasp the power of Ling Shi so quickly. Not only can you successfully seize life and death, but also sense what's about to happen. It's hinting to you that there's a new task."