Sun Tiecheng asked Gui Jianchou to move the abacus further away; just over ten meters, Zhang Gunli's soul wouldn't budge.
This undoubtedly wasn't Zhang Gunli, but whose soul was it?
Sun Tiecheng said to Gui Jianchou: "Call your Dream Cultivator and Painting Cultivation Ghost Servants over."
Gui Jianchou turned and said: "Ah Chun, Ah Se, go to the City Master."
Two beautiful women approached Sun Tiecheng, and Sun Tiecheng instructed the Dream Cultivator: "In a moment, let this person be half-awake and half-asleep."
Ah Chun nodded.
Sun Tiecheng then said to the Painting Cultivation: "My memory's not great, so you write down everything you see and hear for me!"
Ah Se quickly prepared her brushes.
"Give me the abacus." Sun Tiecheng gestured to Gui Jianchou, who returned the abacus to him.
Once the abacus was in Sun Tiecheng's hands, he approached Zhang Gunli again, and Zhang Gunli slowly opened his eyes.
As a Lost Soul, Zhang Gunli's features were initially somewhat blurred, but they gradually sharpened.
His eyes locked onto Sun Tiecheng, growing larger by the moment.
Among Gui Jianchou's Traveling Souls, one shouted at Gui Jianchou: "Not good, there's danger, run!"
Gui Jianchou reminded Sun Tiecheng: "City Master Sun, stay away from that Lost Soul."
The Lost Soul's eyes protruded, his forehead swelled, cheeks hollowed, and his entire figure distorted.
Sun Tiecheng calmly remarked: "You're a living being; living beings must live well, not explode randomly."
The Lost Soul's twisting slowed, but a force inside him lingered, threatening to erupt at any moment.
Sun Tiecheng brought a bowl of tea and poured it into the Lost Soul's mouth: "Thirsty? Drink some water first; it's more comfortable with water, right? You can drink water, so you're a living being,
living beings must live well, not explode, drink this whole bowl of tea, once you've finished, we'll eat something."
No matter what background this Lost Soul had, a living creature has a desire to survive.
He wants to live.
Harnessing this desire to live, Sun Tiecheng built a slope, and the Lost Soul's distorted figure gradually returned to normal.
Sun Tiecheng asked Gui Jianchou to prepare incense candles, and had his subordinates ready a platter of salt-baked chicken; the Lost Soul ate chicken while consuming incense, satisfying cravings and hunger.
Seeing the Lost Soul restore seven or eight-tenths of himself, Sun Tiecheng asked: "What's your name, really?"
The Lost Soul replied: "I'm Zhang Gunli, Sun Tiecheng, you owed me money back then, don't you remember?"
Sun Tiecheng laughed: "You remember things from so many years ago; how much did I owe you?"
"Three hundred sixty-three Ocean Dollars, you borrowed money and didn't repay it!"
Sun Tiecheng took a sip of tea, recalling memories of the past: "Why didn't I repay you? That little money, I wasn't lacking, was I?"
"How could you not be?" the Lost Soul sneered, "Back then you weren't a City Lord; our cultivation levels were all Earth Skin,
if it weren't for me loaning you three hundred Ocean Dollars, what would you have started with? With what did you open restaurants, open inns, open Book Residences? How could you establish a Fool's City?"
Sun Tiecheng was quite annoyed: "You loaned me three hundred Ocean Dollars, and want me to repay three hundred sixty-three?"
The Lost Soul was also irritated: "You joking with me? I don't collect interest? What am I supposed to eat?"
Sun Tiecheng felt unconvinced: "You misremembered, didn't you? Would a smart person like me need to borrow money from you to start a business? I recall having a decent family fortune before Entering the Path Gateway."
"You had a lousy family fortune!" The Lost Soul sneered repeatedly, "Old Sun, all these years you've been thinking of tricking people, tricked yourself as well? Others might not know you, but wouldn't I know?
Before Entering the Path, you were a hunter, wandering the mountain ravines daily, honest and shy, dare not speak to others, your hunted game all sold through me,
until the year you turned sixteen, when you first went to the town market, saw the girl selling cotton, made you so hungry you couldn't sleep for three days, didn't I get that right?"
"No, you're pulling my leg," Sun Tiecheng waved his hand: "I recall being born into a wealthy family."
"What rubbish wealthy family, your father was also a hunter, never touched a woman in his life."
"Nonsense! Never touched a woman, where did I come from?"
The Lost Soul snorted: "You were picked up in the mountains!"
Sun Tiecheng raged: "You're lying, before I was born, I was in a wealthy family, a young master!"
The Lost Soul chuckled: "Still dragging it to before birth, Old Sun, you've really been confounded by your own lies, thinking of glorifying yourself every day."
"You don't glorify yourself, was your background better than mine?"
"I never said I had a good background; my dad herded sheep for wealthy folks, I had to follow him to herd sheep as soon as I was aware, I was poor, but not without selling the Boss's sheep secretly, could I start up?
I know I was born into poverty, but we don't boast, poor is poor, we face the facts!"
Sun Tiecheng waved his hand: "Let's not talk about childhood, let's talk about before your birth. I knew you before I was born, remember your nickname was toad."
The Lost Soul shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, there's no such thing as before birth."
"Why not, before I was born, I was a young master, I always called you a toad, you even had a beloved called rabbit."
The Lost Soul sneered: "I think you're deluded, who can remember things from before birth?"
Sun Tiecheng said seriously: "I can remember; you can't, so you must listen to me, before you were born, you were a toad."
"I'm not a toad!"
"You're a toad!"
"What makes you say I'm a toad?"
"I saw with my own eyes you were a toad!"
The Lost Soul raged: "You saw wrong; the toad is Ge Junma, not me!"