Sun Tiecheng asked Gui Jianchou to hold the abacus farther away. Just over ten meters away, Zhang Gunli's soul would not move.

This is definitely not Zhang Gunli, but whose soul belongs to him?

Sun Tiecheng said to Gui Jianchou: "Call your dream cultivator and painting cultivator ghost servants."

Guijianchou turned around and said, "Ah Chun, Ah Se, go to the city lord."

Two handsome women came to Sun Tiecheng's side. Sun Tiecheng told Meng Xiu Dao: "Let this person be half asleep for a while."

Ah Chun nodded.

Sun Tiecheng practiced meditation on the painting again: "My memory is not very good, please write down for me everything you see and hear in a while!"

Ase quickly prepared the brush.

"Give me the abacus." Sun Tiecheng waved to Gui Jianchou, and Gui Jianchou took the abacus back.

The abacus was in Sun Tiecheng's hands and he approached Zhang Gunli again. Zhang Gunli slowly opened his eyes.

As a revenant, Zhang Gunli's facial features were originally a little blurry, but now they are slowly becoming clearer.

He stared closely at Sun Tiecheng, his eyes opening wider and wider.

There was a dead traveling cultivator under Gui Jianchou, who shouted to Gui Jianchou: "No, it's dangerous, leave quickly!"

When he returned home, he never forgot to greet Sun Tiecheng: "City Lord Sun, stay away from that dead soul."

The dead soul's eyes protrude, its forehead bulges, its cheeks are sunken, and its entire body is distorted.

Sun Tiecheng said calmly: "You are a living person, and a living person must live well. How can you explode casually?"

The twisting speed of the dead soul has slowed down, but there is still a power in the body that may spurt out at any time.

Sun Tiecheng brought a bowl of tea and poured it into the mouth of the dead soul: "Are you thirsty? Drink some water first. If you have water to drink, you will feel better. If you can drink water, we are alive.

Living people cannot explode, living people must live well. You drink all this bowl of tea. After drinking the tea, let's eat something else."

No matter what the origin of this dead soul is, it is a living being who has the desire to survive.

He wants to live.

With the thought of living, Sun Tiecheng brought Po'er out, and the twisted figure of the dead soul gradually returned to normal.

Sun Tiecheng asked Gui Jianchou to prepare incense and candles, and also asked his subordinates to prepare a plate of salt-baked chicken. The dead soul ate the chicken while

Eating incense while eating can not only satisfy your cravings, but also satisfy your hunger.

Seeing that the dead soul had recovered to 70% to 80%, Sun Tiecheng asked: "What is your name?"

The dead soul said: "My name is Zhang Gunli, Sun Tiecheng, you owed me money back then, why don't you remember?"

Sun Tiecheng smiled and said: "You remember what happened so many years ago, how much do I owe you?"

"Three hundred and sixty-three dollars, you owe me money and you still haven't paid me back!"

Sun Tiecheng took a sip of tea and carefully recalled the past: "Why don't I pay you back? I shouldn't be short of this little money, right?"

"Why is there no shortage?" The dead soul snorted coldly, "You were not the city lord at that time, and our cultivation was all on the land.

If I hadn't borrowed you three hundred yuan, how would you have started a business? What would you have used to open a restaurant, an inn, or a study apartment? How could you build a city of fools?"

Sun Tiecheng was very angry: "I borrowed three hundred yuan, and you want me to pay you back three hundred and sixty-three?"

The dead soul was also angry: "Are you talking nonsense to me? Don't I charge interest? What do you want me to eat?"

Sun Tiecheng was not convinced: "Have you remembered wrongly? I am such a smart person, why would I borrow money to start my own business like you? I remember that I was quite well-off before I entered the Taoist sect."

"You have a shitty family background!" The dead soul sneered repeatedly, "Old Sun, you have been trying to deceive others all these years, and you have deceived yourself, right? Others don't know about you, so don't I know about you?

Before you entered Taoism, you were a hunter. You wandered around in the valleys every day. You were an honest person and didn't dare to talk to anyone.

All the prey you bring are shipped through my hands,

Until you were sixteen years old, when you went to the town market for the first time and saw a girl selling cotton, you were so greedy that you couldn't sleep for three days. Did I say this right?"

"No, you are trying to fool me," Sun Tiecheng waved his hand and said, "I remember that I was born into a wealthy family."

"Shit, you come from a rich family. Your father is also a hunter and has never touched a woman in his life."

"What a shame! You've never touched a woman, where did I come from?"

The dead soul snorted: "He picked you up from the ravine!"

Sun Tiecheng said angrily: "You are talking nonsense. Before I was born, I was the eldest son of a wealthy family!"

The dead soul smiled and said: "This is even before you were born. Old Sun, you are really deceived by yourself. You think about giving yourself money every day."

"If you don't give me gold, are you from a better background than me?"

"I didn't say I was from a good background. My father herded sheep for wealthy people. As soon as I became sensible, I had to follow him to herd sheep. I am a poor person. If I hadn't secretly sold my employer's sheep, I wouldn't be able to afford it.

Home!

I know that I came from a miserable background, but let’s not brag about it. Suffering is suffering, so let’s admit it!”

Sun Tiecheng waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about what happened when we were young. Let's talk about what happened before you were born. I knew you before I was born. I remember your nickname was Clam."

The dead soul shook his head and said: "Stop talking nonsense, there is nothing that happened before birth.

"Why not? Before I was born, I was the eldest young master. I always called you Ha, and you also had a sweetheart named Rabbit."

The dead soul sneered: "I think you are a devil. Who can remember what happened before you were born?"

Sun Tiecheng said seriously: "I can remember it, but if you can't, you have to listen to me. You were a clam before you were born."

"I'm not a clam!"

"It's a toad!"

"Why do you say it's a clam!"

"I saw with my own eyes that you were a clam!"

The dead soul said angrily: "You are wrong, it is Ge Jun, he is not me at all!"

At this point, the dead soul suddenly froze and murmured: "Who is Ge Jun? Why do I seem to have seen this person before?"

Sun Tiecheng said: "Let's not talk about Ge Jun first. Let's talk about you first. Are you a clam?"

The dead soul's expression was dull, and he muttered: "I am not a clam, Ge Jun is a clam. I am most afraid of Ge Jun."

His voice changed, it was different from Zhang Gunli's. His voice was sharp and sharp, and his tone was a little off-kilter.

Sun Tiecheng said: "Why are you afraid of him? We are good friends. If he wants to bully you, let's beat him up together!"

"You can't beat him, you can't beat him," the dead soul turned to look at Sun Tiecheng: "Who are you?"

Sun Tiecheng said: "I am your good friend, a good friend who came from a miserable background!"

"My good friend who came from a miserable background," the dead soul fell into deep thought, "Do I have any friends? Don't you all look down on me?"

"I think highly of you, I really treat you as a friend!"

"It's useless for you to treat me as a friend," the dead soul kept shaking his head, "I am a member of the lower tribe, and I will always be a member of the lower tribe."

Gui Jianchou was stunned, so stunned that he forgot what he was supposed to do.

In the blink of an eye, the dead soul turned into another person, from Zhang Gunli to an unidentified person. Zhang Gunli was born in poverty, and changed from a sheep herder to a bookkeeper.

This made him laugh.

But now he says that he is from the lower tribe.

It is said that the lower ancestry is from Neizhou, so why did he become a Neizhou person again?

Sun Tiecheng then chatted with the dead soul, and the two of them chatted heart-to-heart, as if they had known each other since their previous lives.

"What happened to the lower tribesmen?" Sun Tiecheng punched the dead soul, "I am also a lower tribesman, and I don't think I live a despicable life."

"Don't you think?" The dead soul laughed, "Don't you think it's useful? Do the people of the clan look at you seriously?"

Sun Tiecheng was unconvinced and said, "I wonder if they are looking at me?"

"You don't care, I care! I am the best fighter among my peers, why should I let them look down on me! I want to be a member of the upper clan! I have to do it!"

Sun Tiecheng snorted coldly: "You want to be a member of the upper clan? How can you change your blood?"

"I can, I have changed, don't you know?" The dead soul looked at Sun Tiecheng and said, "I have changed my blood type, my name is no longer Locust Ze, I am not the grasshopper before, my name is Huang Zenan! My name is Huang Zenan.

He’s from the Shang clan!”

"Pep, puff, puff!" Sun Tiecheng looked at the dead soul with disdain, "You changed your name and became a member of the Shang clan?"

The dead soul shook his head repeatedly, approached Sun Tiecheng, and said seriously: "It's not about changing the name, it's about changing the seed. I changed the seed blood!"

"Can the seed blood still be changed?"

"I can change it! But I have to do a big thing. If I can't accomplish this big thing, I have to change it back."

"What's the big deal?"

The dead soul lowered his head and said, "I can't tell you."

Sun Tiecheng clasped his hands and squatted beside the dead soul and said: "Aren't we two grown up? We are like brothers. I only started my family because you lent me 300 yuan!"
To be continued...