In the first year of Zhongping, there was a black rain in Julu.
The dead man opened his eyes, and a word appeared on his forehead: debt.
The government said it was a plague.
Wu Zhu said that this was a punishment from heaven.
The people said, this is fate.
Only Zhang Jiao saw that something in the sky was harvesting the life span of mortals.
You have to pay taxes while you are alive, and you have to pay your debts when you are dead.
Since the sky does not allow people to live, then change the sky.
My name is Zhang Jiao.
From today on, Taipingdao does more than just cure illnesses.
I want to rule this world.
