Life — In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao ((new))

The ghost stares. Then, slowly, he smiles. “Oh. The recipient died fifty years ago. My bad.” He fades away peacefully.

She turned back toward the lights of Liyue Harbor, her silhouette small against the vast, star-speckled sky of Teyvat. She began to hum her "Hilitune" again, her footsteps light on the path, perfectly balanced between the world of the living and the silence of the dead. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

She finally looked at me. In the dimming light, her crimson eyes didn’t look mischievous. They looked ancient. Tired, but in a gentle way, like a door that had been opened for too many travelers. The ghost stares

The first rule of a night with Hu Tao is simple: Do not question the route. She drags you away from the bustling harbor, past the teahouses, and up toward the hills of Bishui Plain. She carries a small, ornate lantern that burns with a sickly green flame—a "Spirit Beacon," she calls it. The recipient died fifty years ago

Hu Tao, with her striking appearance and captivating demeanor, is the epitome of elegance and poise. Her raven-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing gaze seems to see right through to the soul. As the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, she has mastered the art of guiding spirits to the afterlife, and her expertise is sought after by many.

The sun dipped below the jagged peaks of Mt. Tianheng, bleeding orange and violet across the Liyue skyline. For most, this was the hour to head home to a warm meal. For Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, the day was just beginning.