Su Xiaoman, a fresh graduate in marketing, originally thought that the legacy left by her grandmother was a commercial building in the city center. Unexpectedly, all she got was a leaky and dilapidated ancestral hall, a yellowing manual for praying for spirits, and a jade statue of Pixiu that had been sealed for 300 years. When she accidentally broke the charm while cleaning, Bai Jiu, an ancient auspicious beast with silver hair and golden eyes, suddenly appeared in the world. A life and death contract bound the two of them - she could not complete the soul-transformation KPI, and she would just go back to the west.
As a migrant worker, Su Xiaoman has welded his workplace thinking to the spirit-traveling industry: using Excel to build demon spirit files, making spirit-traveling satisfaction surveys, and doing needs analysis for various spirits. He only wants to complete the indicators, submit resumes, and have five insurances and one housing fund.
Pai Xiu Bai Jiu, a vicious-tongued cleansing fetishist, looked down upon her vulgar working logic, but he always silently blocked fatal attacks when she was in danger, hid the loneliness that had been sealed for three hundred years, clumsily cooked braised pork for her, and quietly put on a coat for her when she fell asleep at her desk late at night.
The painted-skinned demon is trapped in his obsession with his old friend, the kitchen god's apprentice is waiting for his master, the carp spirit is obsessed with his dream of transforming into a dragon, and countless demon spirits forgotten by the times hide their tenderness and sadness. The spiritual Gu silk spreads secretly, the undercurrent of the Lingshu Academy surges, and the conspiracy that has been hidden for three hundred years slowly comes to the surface.
On the one hand, it is the task of urging people to transfer souls, and on the other hand, there is a heartbeat that cannot be hidden. Su Xiaoman originally just wanted to finish the work and get off work on time, but accidentally bumped into the tenderness that Pixiu had sealed away for three hundred years, and finally worked together to clear the violent spiritual veins. Bai Jiu voluntarily tore away the opportunity to terminate the contract and accompanied her to guard this small ancestral hall.
