Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao Link

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.

"They don't need a warrior," she said quietly. "They need a friend to walk them to the gate. That’s my job. All the poems and pranks? That’s just to keep me from getting sad."

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“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.”

As she patrols the streets, Hu Tao's mind wanders to the various souls she has encountered. She thinks about their stories, their struggles, and their triumphs. She remembers the ones who have moved on, finding peace in the afterlife, and those who remain, trapped between worlds. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

She pulls out a crumpled notebook to draft her latest verses. As the undisputed "Verstile Poet of Liyue," her lyrics are eccentric but deeply profound. They hide deep truths about mortality beneath simple, catchy words.

[Wangsheng Funeral Parlor: Nightly Protocol] ├── Ledger Review (Verifying final rites and incense stocks) ├── Boundary Maintenance (Preparing wards for Wuwang Hill) └── Poetry Composition (Drafting verses to ease the living)

Most travelers who pass through the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor know Hu Tao as a whirlwind of contradictions. By day, she is the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a role that deals in the solemn finality of death. Yet, her demeanor is anything but somber. She is a prankster, a poet of morbid rhymes, and a saleswoman whose enthusiasm for her "services" can be both unsettling and oddly endearing. To the average citizen, Hu Tao is a chaotic force of nature—best enjoyed in small doses, preferably from a distance.

If you found your way through Liyue's shadows with the 77th Director, you might be curious to explore the habits of other such vibrant inhabitants of Teyvat. The night is still young, after all. I found her on the back steps, leading

Her most famous work, the Hilichurl Ballad, is a staple of Liyue's nightlife, often sung by children and adults alike. To Hu Tao, poetry isn't just a hobby; it's a way to demystify the grim reality of her profession, turning the heavy topic of death into something rhythmic and approachable. Business and Spirits at Wuwang Hill

Life in Teyvat: A Night with Hu Tao The Liyue Harbor night market buzzes with energy, but the shadows near Wuwang Hill tell a different story. As the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao walks between these two worlds. Spending a night in her company reveals that she is much more than just a purveyor of grim solemnity. She is a vibrant poet, a fierce protector of cosmic balance, and one of Liyue's most misunderstood souls. Twilight: The Business of Departure

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

Upon reaching the boundary where the spirit world thins, Hu Tao didn't slow down. She took a deep breath of the damp, cool air and struck a pose. In her lap was a small, unlit paper lantern

Despite her usual "Aiya!"-infused cheer, she becomes solemn and dignified when performing actual rites, leading her undertakers through lamp-lit alleys with a gravity that surprises those who only know her as a prankster. The Wangsheng Atmosphere

Hu Tao nods thoughtfully, her expression turning contemplative. "The night sky has a way of clearing the mind, doesn't it? Sometimes, I find myself lost in thought, staring up at the stars, and wondering what lies beyond our little corner of Teyvat."

I didn’t pull away. “Is that why you brought me out here? To exorcise it?”