A night spent in the company of Hu Tao is an unpredictable journey. It balances on the thin line separating the mundane world from the ethereal realm of the spirits. The Twilight Preparations at Wangsheng
As she navigated through the winding alleys, Hu Tao's thoughts drifted to the day's events. A particularly trying funeral had left her feeling drained, the weight of her responsibilities as a psychopomp bearing down on her. Her duties, after all, went far beyond merely guiding souls to the afterlife. She walked a fine line between the world of the living and the realm of the dead, often mediating disputes and unraveling mysteries that tied the two together.
Midnight. Hu Tao leads you to a hidden cave behind a waterfall. Inside, she has set up a tiny campsite: a teapot, two cups, and a stack of Almond Tofu. There is no fire—she doesn’t need one. The spirit lantern provides enough light.
Hu Tao treats her responsibilities with the utmost dignity, especially under the cover of darkness. Solemn Processions : She personally leads her undertakers through lamp-lit alleys
A night spent with Hu Tao is never just a "quiet evening"—it’s a whirlwind of paradoxes, shifting between eerie ghost stories and a surprisingly profound appreciation for life. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
Hu Tao's long tenure as Director has granted her a unique perspective on the history of Liyue and the evolution of its traditions. As the night wears on, she might begin to share whispers of the past, revealing fragments of her own story, or hinting at events that have shaped the world of Teyvat.
In such moments, Hu Tao's passion for astronomy and the mysteries of the universe shine brightly. Her knowledge of the stars and their influence on the world of Teyvat is both impressive and humbling. As you gaze up at the stars together, she might regale you with tales of the old gods, the creation myths of Liyue, or the hidden patterns that govern the movements of the celestial bodies.
"Same time next week?" she asked, sticking her tongue out. "I know a spot under Liyue where the ghosts play Mahjong for keeps. Literally. If you lose, they keep your soul. It's a real hoot."
She paused, listening to silence.
I found her perched on the balustrade of the highest bridge in Feiyun Slope, her legs dangling over a fifty-foot drop. She wasn't wearing her usual tall hat—it sat beside her, acting as a bowl for a half-eaten apple. Her deep crimson eyes caught the last light of the sun, reflecting it like polished cor lapis.
This is the duality of Hu Tao. One moment, she is pranking you with a "cursed" rice ball. The next, she is holding a spectral child’s hand, guiding it toward a gentle light in the trees.
=================================== THE HILICHURL'S LAMENT =================================== The first hilichurl fell sick, The second hilichurl took a look... The third hilichurl bought the medicine, The fourth hilichurl boiled it cooked! ===================================
She tapped a nail on a spot marked with a tiny skull. "Tonight, we have a client. An old merchant who loved his mora so much he forgot how to die. He’s been haunting the same treasure chest for three hundred years. Boring! And he’s scaring the new generation of treasure hoarders. Honestly, his customer service is terrible." A night spent in the company of Hu
She turned to you, a soft, genuine smile replacing her usual manic grin. It was a rare sight—the Director looking content.
Between the jumpscares, the tone shifts. Sitting by a blue-flamed campfire, she might recite a poem. While her rhymes are often silly, they carry a weight of truth about the "border" between life and death. She views the night not as a time to fear, but as the natural conclusion to a day well-spent. The Quiet End
A night spent in her company is a reminder that in Teyvat, life is a "Moment of Bloom," and even the dark alleys of the afterlife can be full of wonder if you have the right poet to guide you. or her frequent poetry battles with
This was the core of a night with Hu Tao: the Unexpected Walk. A particularly trying funeral had left her feeling
To spend a night with in Teyvat is to walk the thin line between a comedy club and a funeral procession . As the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor