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

A short observational report describing an evening spent with Hu Tao (Wangsheng Funeral Parlor branch director) in Liyue: atmosphere, activities, character behaviors, and cultural notes.

"Fine, fine," she giggled, kicking her feet. The playfulness in her voice softened, settling into something warmer. She looked out over the harbor, watching the boats drift.

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A sudden, cold sensation pressed against the back of your neck. You jumped, nearly spilling your tea, and spun around.

Hu Tao stood up. She walked toward the empty tree, bowed formally, and began to speak in a soft, ancient dialect of Liyue that I couldn't understand. It wasn't her usual rapid-fire chatter. It was a liturgy. A soothing, rhythmic promise. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

As Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao bears a heavy responsibility, not only for guiding souls to the afterlife but also for maintaining the delicate balance between the mortal world and the spiritual realm. Her duties require her to navigate a complex web of emotions, from the grief of the living to the whispers of the dead.

"Moonlight on the mossy stone," she whispered, writing with a flourish. "Waiting for a ghost to groan. If they don't show up by three, I’ll have to drink my ginger tea."

"Deal," you smiled back.

Hu Tao eats with enthusiasm, savoring the texture. "You know," she says, her voice softening for a moment, "people are so weird about the Parlor. They cross the street to avoid me. They think I’m bad luck." A short observational report describing an evening spent

"Let's go!" she declares abruptly, grabbing your wrist. "I know a place."

I found her on the back steps, leading down to the Yujing Terrace’s lower gardens. She wasn’t scheming or pranking for once. She was sitting cross-legged on the cold stone, her hat set aside, letting the autumn breeze play with her dark, twin-tailed hair. In her lap was a small, unlit paper lantern.

“The funeral tradition is like science,” Hu Tao would say, her voice a playful chime in the quiet halls. “It cannot be performed based on impressions and personal habits.” It is here, among the incense and the ancient artifacts, that Hu Tao's "night school" begins. She invites consultants from all walks of life to pass their teachings on to the undertakers. Of all her lecturers, the most revered is the parlor’s mysterious consultant, Zhongli. Despite her playful teasing of his “old-fashioned” ways, she trusts him more than anyone. He is not just an employee; he is her anchor, the one person who fully understands the gravity of their shared work.

Hu Tao turns to me, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Want to see a secret spot, only known to a select few in Liyue?" She looked out over the harbor, watching the boats drift

Her thoughts are a jumble of emotions, a mix of sadness and joy, of loss and gain. Yet, amidst the turmoil, she finds a sense of purpose, a sense of duty to continue her work. For Hu Tao, there is no greater reward than helping others find closure and peace.

An evening with the director is incomplete without a prank. Hu Tao loves to scare the unwary, particularly targeting members of the Millelith or even her occasional friend, Xingqiu.

Arrival (Dusk)

"Another satisfied client!" she proclaimed to the empty woods. "Though I really should have mentioned the premium coffin wood upgrade."