Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao !!better!! -

She stands up, brushes off her skirt, and proceeds to have a full-blown negotiation with the ghost. She uses logic, poetry, and a surprising amount of contract law (Zhongli’s influence, you assume). She draws a circle in the dirt, places the letter inside, and burns it with a snap of her fingers.

“People think I’m weird,” she says, not looking at you. “They cross the street when they see the funeral parlor logo. They whisper, ‘There goes the girl who talks to nothing.’ But you stayed.”

But for Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the night is when business truly comes alive. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

"The sun is up, the night is done, Go hug your mother, go kiss your son. Don’t fear the dark, don’t dread the fall, Because life, my friend, is the best ghost of all."

She enjoys finding quiet spots to watch the stars, often breaking her silence with sudden bursts of poetic inspiration—sometimes brilliant, often bizarre. She stands up, brushes off her skirt, and

As the first light of dawn begins to bleed across the horizon, turning the sky a soft shade of amber and lavender, Hu Tao leads you back to the high cliffs overlooking Liyue Harbor.

She speaks of her grandfather, the 75th Director, who taught her that death gives meaning to life. She explains that precisely because our time under the stars is limited, every moment, every meal, and every friendship becomes infinitely precious. Her poetry, often dismissed by the citizens of Liyue as morbid, is actually a celebration of existence. “People think I’m weird,” she says, not looking at you

We sat under the shadow of a ruin guard that had long since powered down. Hu Tao cooked the food over the blue flame of her lighter. The mushrooms hissed and popped, releasing a sweet, melancholy aroma. The tofu turned a shimmering silver.

And yet, even in the face of mortality, Hu Tao finds solace in the flames of remembrance. The burning of incense, the lighting of lanterns, and the recitation of prayers all serve as testaments to the enduring bond between the living and the dead. In these moments, she might speak of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's role in honoring the departed, and the sacred rituals that have been entrusted to her care.

If Hu Tao ever invites you on a night walk in Liyue, say yes. Leave your weapons, leave your fear, and bring only an open mind. You won't fight any dragons. You won't unlock ancient divine secrets.