The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

In the middle of the night, Zhao Mianmian upgraded.

Because of the unknown man in black in the yard, she gained a wave of traffic, so her number of fans exceeded 500, directly sending her to the next level of the live broadcast system.

When she opened her eyes in the morning, Zhao Mianmian saw two belated system push notifications.

[System prompt: Congratulations to the anchor for completing the novice task and successfully starting your live broadcast career. Here is a gift for you. Please click to use it as soon as possible. ]

[System prompt: Your current level is lv1. You still need 1000 attention points to upgrade to the next level. Please actively broadcast and complete the upgrade task as soon as possible~~]

After being worried and frightened for half the night, and then tossing and turning with the audience for half the night, Zhao Mianmian was now as sleepy as a dog.

The belated system prompt cheered her up for two seconds, but two seconds later, her eyelids drooped uncontrollably again, and her whole body fell onto the bed as if she had lost her soul.

"Mian Jie'er, it's already 3:45 in the morning, you can't sleep any more."

Chunyue took Zhao Mianmian out of the quilt, and while she was washing her, she was whispering in her ear.

"Today is the third day since the old ancestor's coffin was placed. The uncles and second uncles from my uncle's family came early, and the elders from Yaohe have also arrived. They are waiting for you to burn incense before the funeral. You must not miss the time and make a fool of yourself in front of others."

Chunyue was not supposed to serve in Zhao Mianmian's room after all, so she was not comfortable using many things. She took a long time to deal with the drowsy Zhao Mianmian, until Mother Fang could not wait any longer and sent someone to urge her. Only then did she tidy up Zhao Mianmian and hurriedly carry her out of the room.

Fans in Zhao Mianmian’s live broadcast room received a reminder of the start of the broadcast and clicked in one after another.

[Oh wow, anchor, you are really dedicated. You have only slept for less than three hours, and you are already on the air? ]

[What a bullshit! We stayed up late to accompany her livestream yesterday, hoping to see something new and exciting, but this guy just turned his butt and left us all hanging! ]

【Hahaha, host: Just tell me whether you saw that one glance.】

[I did watch it, but it’s really unfair of you to do this, host! ]

[According to the host's nature, it's good enough that she can go out and take a look! If it wasn't for the upgrade, she would have dragged the cabinet over immediately and put it against the door. ]

[Come on, just pamper the anchor you follow yourself. What else can you do except forgive her? ]

The fans who entered the live broadcast room teased Zhao Mianmian one after another. Zhao Mianmian glanced at them quickly and yawned loudly. It was not until Chunyue carried him into the main hall and he knelt in front of his ancestor's coffin that he came to his senses a little.

Today is the third day since the old ancestor's coffin was placed. According to the custom in Xuchuan area, the family has to perform a ritual, after which they can carry the coffin for the funeral so that the old ancestor can rest in peace.

Butler Ge had arranged everything early on. After Zhao Mianmian kowtowed to the ancestor, he let the Taoist priest who was performing the ritual enter the house and start fiddling with things in front of the ancestor's spirit.

Zhao Mianmian was wearing mourning clothes and kneeling in front of the brazier where paper was burned. She watched the wizards in strange costumes walk past her one by one and blinked with curiosity.

But not long after, she pursed her lips, frowned, and turned into a sad-looking old lady again.

Although Zhao Mianmian is the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, she is a modern person after all and has no idea about the ancient weddings and funerals.

She would not and dared not have any opinion on the "mages" specially invited by the old housekeeper.

However, her weird audience seemed to have noticed something and were complaining in her live broadcast room:

[No, no, host, where did you invite this opera singer from? ]

[What kind of opera singer is this? This is a Taoist priest who specializes in performing rituals for the dead. If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense! ]

[Although the anchor is now in a fictional world, it is similar to my country's ancient feudal society. There was a period of time in the Song Dynasty in my country when such funeral customs were popular. I have published a paper before, which studied...]

Zhao Mianmian raised his head and glanced at the comment.

She felt the tone was somewhat familiar, as if it was that of some professor of folklore.

But before that person could finish his long speech, he was interrupted by others.

[Wait, wait, who told you about customs? I meant that these four people were not here to perform a ritual.]

[Look at them, they even did the most basic chanting of sutras and repentance and stepping on the magic circle wrong. This is not a ritual, it's clearly a shaman dance! ]

[Besides, from ancient times to the present, which Taoist priest has used negative numbers in performing rituals? Are they worried that the host's ancestors will have a peaceful life in the underworld? ]

Zhao Mianmian blinked and didn't dare to say a word.

In modern times, she is just a lazy ox or horse. In ancient times, she is even more clueless and a complete waste who cannot tell the difference between grains.

Not to mention Taoist priests, she couldn't even describe what a Taoist temple looked like.

At the same time, fans in her live broadcast room did not dare to say a word.

This Taoist metaphysics is very profound. Without studying it for ten or eight years, who dares to speak out? ?

All of a sudden, the live broadcast room, which was noisy just now, became much quieter, with only one or two comments floating by.

[Hey, is this the professional Taoist priest who claims to have never failed in his eight years of practice? ? ]

[Ah, it seems so, but I don’t really understand this part…]

The uncles and aunts with the surname Zhao outside the live broadcast room did not speak, and the onlookers in the live broadcast room also did not speak. Both groups stared straight at the four Taoist priests who were "dancing the shaman", which made Zhao Mianmian's eyebrows twitch.

To be honest, she had a bad feeling.

Could it be that these four fake Taoist priests who were performing the rituals were also sent by Yao He to plot against her?