Chapter 228: Tartaglia: I have a word, please listen, everyone!

The girl was sixteen, eccentric, with a mischievous smile as if she would play a prank at any moment.

Her smooth reddish-brown long hair was styled into twin tails, and she wore a Chinese-style outfit with patterns and long tails, embroidered with lily and spider lily patterns.

She wore a traditional hat, with a plum blossom branch tucked on the side, which she likely broke off from the plum garden.

Discovering that Luo Li wasn't startled, the girl's plum-blossom-like eyes blinked.

"Boring, you didn't even get scared."

She pouted, watching Luo Li, whom she had never seen before, sizing her up, and couldn't help but touch her chest with both hands: "Let me introduce myself, I am the 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao! Guest I've never seen, what business do you have coming to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to find this Director?"

Before Luo Li could answer, she continued chattering on.

"Hmm, looking at your appearance, glowing with health, you must be here for something other than work, right?"

Hu Tao started with a confident analysis.

Seeing the young girl shaking her slender fingers painted with black nail polish, Luo Li said with regret: "Sorry, I'm here to find Seeing Zhongli, little Director, you guessed wrong."

"Eh eh eh, you're actually here to find Mr. Seeing Zhongli? Could it be you have some difficult problem to ask?"

Only meeting for the first time, Hu Tao asked curiously with the posture of an acquaintance.

Ordinary people would probably find it hard to adapt to her attitude, but fortunately, Luo Li had a lot of experience with this; he was like that himself.

Otherwise, how could he have mixed into the Inazuma Shogunate back then.

Luo Li sighed and said: "Sigh, I have nowhere to go, so I had to come to rely on a friend."

"So that's it." Hu Tao realized, and immediately suggested: "Just right, my Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is short of hands. Since you are Mr. Zhongli's guest, why not also serve as a consultant for this Director?"

Is Wangsheng Funeral Parlor that rich?

Catching a glimpse of Luo Li's suspicious gaze, Hu Tao hummed twice, put her hands on her hips, and said proudly: "My Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is the number one shop in Liyue. Birth, aging, sickness, and death—everyone is my potential customer. Raising a few consultants is completely not a problem."

That was true, unless they died tragically in a foreign land and their remains couldn't even be found.

Otherwise, everyone had to accept the funeral rites of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

"We only met for the first time, is this appropriate?" Luo Li started acting: "Although I pride myself on being no worse than Seeing Zhongli, however..."

Hu Tao's eyes lit up. No worse than Seeing Zhongli?

She turned her head to see Seeing Zhongli nodding in confirmation, and immediately rubbed her hands, secretly thinking she must win Luo Li over.

You know, just Zhongli alone brought how much business to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor; those ancient funerals that others didn't know about, most of the rites of parting had already been lost.

Inherited to this day, he was probably the only one who knew them.

Didn't expect another one to come.

Hu Tao giggled, her eyes rolled, and she took the initiative to sit next to Luo Li, the young girl's soft and delicate body pressing close.

"Since you are Seeing Zhongli's friend, you are naturally this Director's friend. From now on, I'll cover all your food, clothing, housing, and transportation; you just need to report the bills, how about it?"

Hu Tao knew well that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child; you have to learn to give first.

"..."

Discovering that the young girl's level of familiarity was indeed extraordinary, Luo Li also understood why she made so many people avoid her.

Constantly promoting funeral services, let alone whether people could stand it, those shopkeepers who opened for business were even more troubled.

The key was that Hu Tao was like sticky candy, couldn't be driven away, let alone how uncomfortable it was.

Discovering that Hu Tao had a new target to pester, Seeing Zhongli on the other side felt a sense of relief, nodding secretly.

He couldn't handle this child well, and remembered that Luo Li was quite good at dealing with women, so he left it to him.

Luo Li accepted it gladly, but didn't agree so quickly; he deliberated for a while before giving a response.

"Fine, I'll agree to you."

"Hee hee, great! On this beautiful occasion, I shall compose a poem!"

Getting a satisfactory answer, Hu Tao, who called herself the Dark Poet of the Alley, jumped up happily, pacing back and forth to start creating her doggerel.

Neither Luo Li nor Seeing Zhongli paid much attention, but continued to talk about the unfinished business just now.

If I don't interfere, according to your plan, everything should be about to start.

Since the Secret Fatui are stirring this muddy water, they will definitely strike from all aspects.

The adepti are also their tools to use.

Seeing Zhongli agreed with Luo Li's words: "That's right, at this time, I think it's about time."

His gaze drifted, looking toward an unknown distance.

That was the direction toward Jueyun Karst.

Between the overlapping clouds and mist, one could vaguely see something galloping out from inside...

Both fell silent, like two chess players, wanting to see how this game of chess would be played.

"I've got it!"

Just then, on the other side, just as Hu Tao was about to recite her doggerel.

A report came from outside the door.

"Director, someone outside is looking for Mr. Seeing Zhongli."

The poem she finally managed to think of was stifled back; Hu Tao was stunned and looked toward the courtyard entrance.

There, the ferryman of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was poking half his body out, and seeing Luo Li, this stranger, made her stunned for a long time, confused about when an outsider had come into the parlor.

Hearing this, Luo Li looked at Seeing Zhongli.

"The chess piece you wanted has arrived."

Morax, who had turned into a mortal, was thoughtful, looking in the direction of his gaze.

He saw that the person appearing behind the ferryman was a young master with a quite outstanding appearance.

His figure was slender, wearing a gray outfit, as sharp as a silver blade wrapped in velvet.

On the surface, he looked like he hadn't shed his childishness, but his whole body was overflowing with incomparable confidence.

"Sorry to disturb you, everyone, may I ask if Mr. Seeing Zhongli is here?"

Tartaglia poked his head inside with a smile to ask.

Luo Li glanced at him and withdrew his gaze; a tool person who delivered himself to the door, why not use him.

Sure enough, Seeing Zhongli's expression moved, and his steady and vicissitudinous tone sounded. ===== CHAPTER 230 =====