According to the script settings, every guest entering the altar was supposed to be scared out of their wits, unable to even stand steadily.
Unfortunately, after the priest waited a full ten seconds, Wei Xin still failed to give the expected reaction.
From her body language, she was simply very surprised, with no fear included whatsoever.
Hearing the priest's awkward cough, Wei Xin said obligingly, "Ah, how terrifying."
[???]
[She really makes me want to cry, she's even looking out for the production crew's face.]
[Sister Priest, those few seconds you spent in silence—were you marveling at Sister Xin's huge nerve or worrying that Sister Xin would cave your head in?]
[Just a passerby, does Wei Xin often hit people? I've seen a lot of people say she has a bad temper.]
[Direction pointers ［webpage link］, Wei Xin brutally beat up the director of the neighboring crew in her early days.]
[Not just that, she also forced a producer from Minnan to eat ultra-spicy dishes, and kicked him if he didn't eat.]
[How is someone like this not blacklisted?]
[There's a financial backer behind her, whispering softly, or so I heard from others.]
……
"Why aren't you hurrying over here to pay homage to His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God with me!" the priest scolded, instantly squeezing out a fawning smile toward the statue directly facing the door.
"Respected Your Majesty the Feathered Serpent God, under your protection, a new chosen one has been born to the tribe. Please send down your divine decree to cleanse her soul!"
Wei Xin paused, and asked with utmost sincerity, "How do I cleanse it?"
A bowl of clear water popped up before the offering table in front of the statue. The priest wetted her fingers and flicked them twice at Wei Xin's head.
Having finished the procedure, she took down a key and handed it to her. "From now on you are my disciple. Every morning you will pray for His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God with me, and the afternoons are free time."
Wei Xin took this quite well. "What time does His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God wake up? Do we need to punch in for work? Do we have to sit down for the prayers?"
The priest: "……"
"Every day at the chen hour, clean the altar, worship the statue, and chant scriptures to pray for His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God until the si hour. No leaving early."
Wei Xin's eyes lit up. "Can we arrive late?"
The priest: "……"
[Hahaha, the NPC is about to die of anger.]
[Emmm, have you guys heard that news? I think it must be true.]
[+1, I didn't believe it at first, but now looking at it……]
[Speaking only half your words, like pooping and getting stuck halfway.]
[Sister Xin suddenly took a break of over two months some time ago. There were rumors saying she had contracted a very serious illness.]
[When female celebs take a break, it's either pregnancy or illness. I must say you guys are too outrageous.]
[I support female celebrities' freedom to rest! Take all the rumor-mongers away!]
[Then why did she suddenly take a break?]
……
On the first day on the job, the priest very enthusiastically handed over the work.
She personally led her disciple through the process and even demonstrated how to chant and pray.
The writing team hadn't prepared any script lines of prayer for the priest, nor did they expect the NPC to actually mutter to herself facing the snake-headed human statue.
However, failing to scare Wei Xin at the opening had left Sister Priest deeply disappointed, and she was determined to salvage her pride while laying a trap for the guest.
According to the rules, guests who triggered death plots on an NPC's turf were eligible for a bonus!
After a string of gibberish, the priest praised herself for her own intelligence.
Desperately suppressing the corners of her mouth turning up, she looked at Wei Xin. "Did you remember it?"
"No, say it again." Wei Xin shook her head honestly, urging, "Hurry up, don't let His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God wait too long."
The priest's mouth twitched, and she bit the bullet to recite it while recalling.
Before she had recited more than a few sentences, she was interrupted by Wei Xin. "Wrong."
The priest: "???"
"What's wrong?" the priest thought to herself. *I don't even know what I said the first time, and you were able to remember?*
"The third sentence is jibber-jabber-migo-li-li, not gibber-jabber-migo-li-hu." Wei Xin paused, taking the initiative to offer a way out. "Teacher, are you getting old?"
The priest pretended not to hear that last sentence. "Since you've memorized it all, let me test you?"
"Teacher!" Wei Xin's expression turned solemn as she stared fanatically at the statue. "As the chosen ones of His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God, we can only accept the trials of His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God! You truly disappoint me so much!"
"I'm going to tell Lord Chieftain and ask her to beg His Majesty the Feathered Serpent God for forgiveness!"
"Hey, hey, hey, come back! I was just testing you—taking a personal hand to teach you, yes, that's right. You performed exceptionally well!"
[Priest: Why did I choose her? ［Humble working stiff］]
[Just checked the playback, the third sentence wasn't jibber-jabber-migo-li-li either.]
[This round isn't a test of memory, it's a test of shamelessness.]
[The NPC here is obviously digging a trap. If Sister Xin kept failing to remember, she might have angered the primitives.]
[Not only did she fail to memorize it, she even tried to rat out the priest to take her position.]
[Getting a grip on your boss's dirt on your very first day of work?]
[I thought the altar storyline would be exhausting, but I never expected it to be this relaxing. Sister Xin dozed off sitting down the whole time.]
[The crew next door is practically sparking with stress, hahahaha.]
……
There were no timekeeping devices in the altar, so Wei Xin could only patiently wait for the priest to finish work together.
Before parting ways, the priest kindly reminded her, "The tribe's dining hall opens at the chen, wu, and you hours. Mind the time and don't be late."
"Three meals a day? Our tribe's living conditions are so good." Wei Xin thought to herself that people in ancient times didn't have the conditions for three meals a day until much later dynasties.
Still, come to think of it, they couldn't possibly starve the guests to death just to recreate primitive life.
The priest firmly refused to let Wei Xin follow her, leaving her with no choice but to wander around.
The altar was located in the center of the entire tribe, and less than a hundred meters directly ahead was the gathering plaza.
To the left were residences, to the right workshops, and the layout at the back was rather cluttered, containing a vegetable garden, a breeding farm, and her own spawn point……
Selecting the nearest NPC at random to ask about her teammates' whereabouts, the moment she got close, the other party beamed and handed over a bucket of mud. "Little Xin, you've come at just the right time. Hurry up and deliver this to Xiao Quan; she's waiting to use it over there!"
As expected, one shouldn't get close to NPCs. The moment you get close, there's bound to be a quest.
Resigned to her fate, Wei Xin lifted the mud and asked for directions as she walked, finally managing to find the pottery workshop.
"Sister, have mercy on me, I really wasn't slacking off, and I don't know why it turned into this shape." An Quan was on the verge of a breakdown.
Turing pottery clay for over two hours with an NPC standing by your ear dropping passive-aggressive remarks—anyone would break down.
"Don't get upset, sit down and rest a while? Once the materials come, I'll immediately res—"
"They're here," Wei Xin quickened her pace, bringing warmth. "Your mud."
An Quan: "???"
[Wei Xin: You're welcome ［sunglasses］]
[She even ran over specially, hahahaha, terrified that being a second late would let An Quan sit down.]
[Those fingers are so strong, ahhhhh. Xu Wenyi, you really are blessed.]
[Shipping trash scram. Didn't you see that your Sister Xin hasn't even mentioned Xu Wenyi once this whole time?]
[Could it be that Xu Wenyi pestered her relentlessly and deliberately made a public confession to back Wei Xin into a corner?]
[Impossible! Sister Xin never wrongs herself.]
[That's right, ［video link］ look at this. When Sister Xin won a newcomer award and was openly confessed to by a certain male artist, while the whole crowd was egging them on, she used bottled mineral water to put out the heart-shaped candles one by one, and even opened a fresh bottle to give the male artist a shampooing.]
[Male: Be my girlfriend; Sister Xin: Go wash your brain.]
[Otherwise, why do you think my family's Xinxin has such loyal haters? ［Wistful］]