DNDAS

Chapter 8: Zoujiao

"Do you think some almighty figure is undergoing a tribulation?" One of the front counter ladies joked. "This weather is too abnormal."

"Maybe it's zoujiao?"

"What's zoujiao?" The front-counter ladies were all young and had a strong sense of curiosity.

"Jiao who want to transform into dragons will attract thunder and rain. Then, he will find a fated person by the road to confer him a title by asking him if there are dragons or snakes in the waters," Fu Li observed that the ladies seemed to be very interested in this, so he continued. "If the fated person answers snake, then the Jiao will fail to transform into a dragon. If the fated person answers dragon, then the Jiao will be able to soar into the skies as a dragon."

"What about the fated person then?" The front-counter ladies grew even more interested. "Will Jiao who become dragons repay the act of kindness?"

"A kind Jiao turned dragon will naturally repay the debt of gratitude, but if it's an evil Jiao..." Fu Li suddenly stopped.

"What will happen?" The front-counter ladies continued to ask.

"The fated person will be eaten, concluding the circle of cause and effect."

The revolving door was pushed open, and a man wearing a black top and pants walked in with large strides, soaked from head to toe. His gaze swept across Fu Li and the rest. "The rain is very heavy, I'll book a room."

The front-counter ladies took the identification card he handed over and started on the accommodation procedures. The black-shirt man looked at Fu Li and teased, "The rain today is so heavy, could a dragon have soared into the skies?"

"There are no dragons," Fu Li looked at the man with a calm expression and glanced at the thunder and lightning that flickered unceasingly outside. "This is a scientific society. All myths are scams."

The black-shirt man was originally smiling very cheerfully, but the next moment, his complexion darkened. He snatched back the identification card from the front-counter lady, his pitch-black eyes staring fixedly at Fu Li. He turned around and left.

The front-counter ladies were very puzzled by this change. Wasn't he going to stay in the hotel? Why was he still running outside when there was such heavy rain?

"Maybe he forgot to bring his wallet," Fu Li stood up and picked up the mop at the corner, mopping the wet footprints the customer had left behind till there wasn't a single speck of dust left.

The rainstorm continued for an entire night. When Fu Li got off work in the morning, the rain still hadn't stopped. The rented house he lived in was quite a distance away; he still had to walk for another twenty to thirty minutes after taking public transport.

Practically no one would walk along a narrow alley when there was heavy rain in the morning. Fu Li wasn't the least bit surprised when he saw the man in black clothes standing in the alley.

The man's face was filled with anxiety. Staring at Fu Li, he repeated, "The rain today is so heavy, a dragon must have soared into the skies."

"No," Fu Li was a principled yao. If he said there wasn't, then there wasn't.

A gale rose immediately, producing dreadful whistling sounds in the alley.

The man's eyes turned red and a frightening black-veined pattern appeared on his face. "I'm going to eat you."

He had cultivated for a thousand years and consumed countless virgin girls and boys in his early years for the sake of becoming a Jiao. All his days were spent hiding from monks and Taoist priests, yet all of it had been ruined by this one human. Once he failed to become a dragon, he would need to cultivate for a few more centuries. Who knew whether he would lose his life to a human cultivator in this several hundred years?