Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao __hot__ Info
As dusk settles over Liyue, the lanterns glow red against the darkening sky. While merchants pack their stalls, Hu Tao begins her daily routine at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
She’s probably already there, offering it a snack.
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Hu Tao—the 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor—sat cross-legged atop a weathered stone bench, her ghostly companion, Mr. Zhongli, nowhere in sight for once. Instead, she had a small wooden box open beside her, filled not with business ledgers, but with paper —brilliantly colored, intricately folded paper: cranes, camellias, a tiny boar with lopsided ears.
Finally, Hu Tao emerged from the back room, her signature smile brightening the space. "Ah, welcome to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I'm afraid it's not the most... lively of places, but it's home."
She placed a Madame Ping’s special almond tofu on the table between you. As dusk settles over Liyue, the lanterns glow
Spending a night in Teyvat with Hu Tao is an exercise in contradictions. It is a journey that balances on the razor's edge between the profoundly macabre and the delightfully whimsical. Twilight at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor
Her perspective on life is simple: She treats every night as a unique opportunity to embrace the unknown, bringing a lighthearted touch to a somber subject. Closing the Curtain on the Night
“You have one too,” she said softly. “A ghost inside. I can see it. It sits behind your eyes sometimes when you think I’m not looking.” Walk to the Cemetery Terrace (Early Night) To
When midnight approaches, Hu Tao leads the way out of the safe confines of the harbor toward Wuwang Hill. This mist-shrouded forest is notorious throughout Liyue as a place where the barrier between the mortal realm and the afterlife wears thin.
As the clock strikes midnight, the conversation inevitably shifts from pranks to poetry—terrible, impromptu poetry. She recites verses about bath gloves and extra toilet paper, her expression serious until the very last line, where she dissolves into a fit of giggles.