Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao ((free)) -
"A customer is coming," she whispered, pointing toward a tree at the edge of the cliff.
Location: Liyue Harbor Time: 19:00 – 03:00
, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Whether she is performing solemn rites or pranking the locals, her nights are anything but dull. Nightly Rituals & Duties
When the moon rises over Liyue Harbor, Hu Tao often sheds her professional solemnity for the role of the "Alleyway Dark Poet". You might find her at the moonlit docks
You sat on a wooden bench, a cup of lukewarm tea in your hands, staring at the moon. It was peaceful—too peaceful.
By midnight, you’ll likely find yourselves at Wuwang Hill. This is her playground. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
Suddenly, the clearing is filled with floating, translucent shapes. Ghosts. But not the terrifying specters you fight in domains. These are small, round, almost cartoonish spirits—Hu Tao’s "friends." They bob in the air like dandelion seeds, chattering in whispers. One sits on her shoulder. Another tries to eat your Paimon-shaped hair clip.
A night with Hu Tao rarely starts with seriousness. You might find her sitting on the roof of the funeral parlor, kicking her legs back and forth while composing a new poem about a falling leaf or perhaps a particularly melancholic ghost.
Walking through Wuwang Hill at midnight with Hu Tao is an exercise in sensory contradiction:
She turns to leave, then stops. “Hey. If you ever... you know. When your time comes. I’ll make sure your funeral has good music, too. That’s a promise.”
The evening usually begins with a stroll through the Chihu Rock. Hu Tao doesn’t walk so much as she skips, her wooden talismans clicking rhythmically against her hat. She’ll likely drag you to a street food stall for some , chatting animatedly about her latest "Buy One, Get One Free" promotion—much to the visible discomfort of the nearby patrons. The Activity: "Poetry" in the Woods "A customer is coming," she whispered, pointing toward
But to know Hu Tao, truly know her, one must abandon the daylight. One must walk with her under the veil of midnight.
"There," Hu Tao said, returning to the blanket. "I told her his spirit is in the north wind now. He’s a knight, apparently. Very tall. Very handsome."
When midnight arrives, Hu Tao leaves the harbor behind and ventures into the misty woods of Wuwang Hill. This is where the border between life and the afterlife grows thin, and restless spirits often linger.
"Traveler!" she chirped, not bothering to turn around. "I felt your aura from three blocks away. Very 'alive.' Very loud."
If Hu Tao ever invites you on a night walk in Liyue, say yes. Leave your weapons, leave your fear, and bring only an open mind. You won't fight any dragons. You won't unlock ancient divine secrets. Nightly Rituals & Duties When the moon rises
As I waited for Hu Tao to finish her preparations, I took a moment to observe the intricate details of the parlor. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the soft glow of lanterns that cast a warm light on the beautifully crafted wooden coffins and ancestral altars. It was a place of solemnity and respect, where the living came to bid farewell to the dead.
To spend an evening with Hu Tao is to accept that predictability is a thing of the past. You meet her near the funeral parlor, but she isn't inside overseeing accounts or arranging incense. She is lurking behind a stone pillar, waiting for the perfect moment to leap out and spook the stoic guard, Zhongli, or perhaps an unsuspecting traveling merchant.
Would you like this as a short story, a fanfiction opening, or expanded with game-style dialogue choices (like a Genshin hangout event)?
As the first morning light pierces the eastern horizon, the spirits fade back into the earth. Hu Tao stands at the edge of the cliff, watching Liyue Harbor slowly wake up below.