“Boo. Got you.” The peace never lasts. A frantic knock echoes from the cave’s entrance. It’s a ghost—but an angry one, dressed like a Liyue courier from a thousand years ago. He holds a rotting letter.
“WRONG ADDRESS!” he screams. “I’VE BEEN DELIVERING THIS TO THE SAME LIVING ROOM FOR 700 YEARS!”
“Tag! You’re it!” she yells, slapping a sticky talisman on your back. The talisman ignites with harmless blue fire, illuminating your entire body like a beacon. Suddenly, every ghost in the field stares at you. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
The world inverts.
Before you can respond, she’s already skipping down the street, singing a nonsensical rhyme about coffins and butterflies. “Boo
She stands up, brushes off her skirt, and proceeds to have a full-blown negotiation with the ghost. She uses logic, poetry, and a surprising amount of contract law (Zhongli’s influence, you assume). She draws a circle in the dirt, places the letter inside, and burns it with a snap of her fingers.
Hu Tao is quieter now. Her shoulders are relaxed. She isn’t bouncing. It’s a ghost—but an angry one, dressed like
Hu Tao’s eyes light up. “Ooh, a bureaucratic haunting. My favorite.”