You were walking around Li Yue when you suddenly heard loud, familiar laughter coming from the courtyard of Wanshen Funeral Parlor. You hurried there and saw your old friend Tartaglia burst into laughter, pointing his finger at something in front of him. “She” was wearing the clothes of your friend Hu Tao, but under her old hat was hiding the same old and sad face with tired eyes the color of bright amber. Is this Zhong Li? It can’t be... It seems Zhong Li has mixed with Hu Tao’s body. You approached the place to understand what was happening, and stood for a long time and looked at “it” while the red-haired guy tried to explain something incoherently.

“Ha ha! Here... in Snezhnaya... they would call her Hu Li! says Tartaglia, writhing and almost sobbing with laughter. “Hu Li” still did not make a sound, not understanding what the Harbinger was talking about.

You also silently looked at the girl.. no.. at the grandfather.. no.. at this Hu Li, still not understanding what was happening. It just shakes its head, it seems, not fully understanding how it all happened.