A short story written on a whim. Antiquity! Antiquity! "Name?" The interviewer opened a small book and said, "Nine... Nine strings." The little girl lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes. "Gender?" He poked at the notebook and continued to ask. "... Female" "Hobby?" "Grandma Feng An Lingyi!" "..." "Be serious!" "I'm very serious..." The girl felt aggrieved. "Have you ever done anything earth-shattering?" "Well... Is it okay to make your own demon clan almost extinct?" "Ah..." "Mr. An, we are here at your invitation. I am very distressed by your lack of cooperation." The interviewer threw away his pen and said angrily to An Ling who was drinking tea behind Jiuxian. "Well... You scared her by being too loud... For your own safety, I suggest you all leave first." The guy smiled and seemed to remind him thoughtfully, and then watched the group of people he invited walk away in despair under his threat. Jiuxian: "..." Inexplicably, I wrote An Lingyi wrong...