Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao __exclusive__ «500+ HOT»

“You’re not working tonight?” I asked.

And with that, our night together came to a close. As I looked back, I saw Hu Tao standing alone by the lake, her eyes gazing up at the stars twinkling above. It was a moment that I would carry with me for a long time, a reminder of the beauty and wisdom that can be found in the unlikeliest of places, and in the company of one of Liyue's most fascinating residents.

She wasn't headed for the parlour. Instead, she made her way toward Wuwang Hill, a place most Liyue locals avoided after dark. The mist there didn't just cling to the ground; it seemed to breathe, curling around the ancient, gnarled trees like a restless spirit. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

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.”

As the night deepens, the atmosphere shifts from playful to professional. Hu Tao frequently visits , a misty, ghost-infested region that acts as the "border" where spirits linger before passing on. While the average traveler might find the hill’s "ghost walls" (the Chinese phenomenon known as Gui Da Qiang ) terrifying, Hu Tao navigates them with ease, often accompanied by her playful ghost companion, affectionately called "Boo Tao" by fans. “You’re not working tonight

"Business has been slow lately," she lamented, draping herself dramatically over the side of the bench, her head lolling upside down to look at you. "No ghosts to catch, no spirits to guide. Just a bunch of healthy, boring people living their healthy, boring lives. It’s bad for the bottom line!"

For a moment, the 'Weirdo of the Undertaking Business' was still. The wind rustled the plum blossom trees nearby, scattering a few petals onto the porch. It was a moment that I would carry

Before you can respond, she’s already skipping down the street, singing a nonsensical rhyme about coffins and butterflies.

“Ah,” she called before I could announce myself, not even turning around. Her voice held the same playful lilt as always, like a nursery rhyme sung in a minor key. “Your shadow said hello before your mouth did. Come sit. Night’s just getting interesting.”

My blood ran cold. "The border between life and death?"

"They do?"