"Boo!"
For a silent moment, the Traveler and the Director sit at the edge of the living world. The ghosts outside stop their frolicking. Even the crickets go quiet.
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'll avoid being too game-mechanic heavy (no stats or talent names) and focus on character-driven storytelling. The language should be vivid, a bit poetic, but clear. Let me start writing. is a long-form article capturing the essence of a night spent with Liyue’s most peculiar (and beloved) funeral consultant.
She skipped through the Chihu Rock district, her silver-ringed fingers dancing in the air as she hummed a tune about silkworms and blossoms. Her mahogany hat sat slightly askew, the plum blossoms on it catching the first light of the rising moon. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
Once the danger passes, she wipes the soot from her cheek, flashes a bright grin, and instantly returns to her playful self, asking if you’d like to try a "ghost-shaped" snack she packed for the road. Dawn Over the Harbor
"Can you not compare dessert to death for one second?"
First, I need a strong, atmospheric opening. Set the scene in Liyue Harbor at night, contrasting its usual bustling daytime life with the quieter, spookier nighttime vibe that suits Hu Tao. Introduce the premise: the narrator accepting her unusual invitation for a "stroll."
We crunched through fallen leaves under a sky littered with stars. Hu Tao hummed a tune that sounded like a funeral march sped up to a polka beat. She pointed out "ghost lights" (which were just fireflies), "cursed roots" (which were just tree roots), and a "vengeful specter" (which was just a very fat, very angry raccoon). If you found your way through Liyue's shadows
“Nope.” She squeezed once, then let go. She picked up her hat, placed it back on her head, and the shadows fell across her face in that familiar, coy geometry. “I brought you out here to remind you that the night is also for the living. Come on.”
The mist cleared into a clearing that didn't exist in the daytime. It was a plateau overlooking the entire southern coast of Liyue. The stars were so bright they looked like puncture holes in the sky, leaking celestial light.
Tea and Toasts (Later Night)
The ghost stares. Then, slowly, he smiles. “Oh. The recipient died fifty years ago. My bad.” He fades away peacefully. The language should be vivid, a bit poetic, but clear
“This is for the ones who walk alone,” she whispered.
If you're looking for a truly unforgettable experience in Liyue, I highly recommend seeking out Hu Tao and the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Whether you're interested in the intricacies of Liyue's culture or simply looking for a unique and memorable adventure, Hu Tao is sure to deliver.
She’d send you off with a wink and a smile, perhaps a final, cheerful ghost story or a simple reminder to live today, because tomorrow is promised to no one. And as you walk away, the sound of her quiet humming might just linger in your ears, a tiny, blood-red butterfly at the edge of your vision, and a new appreciation for the wonders of a night well spent in the world of Teyvat.
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.