Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, does not walk through the streets—she prances.
"Fine, fine," she giggled, kicking her feet. The playfulness in her voice softened, settling into something warmer. She looked out over the harbor, watching the boats drift. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
"Can you not compare dessert to death for one second?" Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng
As the evening drew to a close, Hu Tao turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, I think it's time for a little... entertainment." She produced a small, exquisitely crafted Guqin from her sleeve and began to play a haunting melody. The music seemed to weave a spell around us, transporting us to a realm beyond the mortal world. She looked out over the harbor, watching the boats drift
A short observational report describing an evening spent with Hu Tao (Wangsheng Funeral Parlor branch director) in Liyue: atmosphere, activities, character behaviors, and cultural notes.
“WRONG ADDRESS!” he screams. “I’VE BEEN DELIVERING THIS TO THE SAME LIVING ROOM FOR 700 YEARS!”
"Hu Tao," you sighed, clutching your chest. "It’s late. And that’s disgusting. Put it down."