As he said this, the Lost Soul suddenly froze, then muttered under his breath, "Who is Ge Junma? Why do I feel like I've seen this person before…"
Sun Tiecheng said, "Let's not talk about Ge Junma yet, let's talk about you first. Are you the toad or not?"
The Lost Soul's expression went slack in waves, and he mumbled, "I'm not the toad, Ge Junma is the toad. I'm most afraid of Ge Junma."
His voice changed, no longer like Zhang Gunli's. It turned sharp and piercing, with a bit of a jumpy tone.
Sun Tiecheng said, "Why're you afraid of him, we're good friends. If he bullies you, we'll beat him up together!"
"Can't beat him, we can't take him," the Lost Soul turned his face to look at Sun Tiecheng. "Who are you again?"
Sun Tiecheng said, "I'm your good friend, your good friend from a bitter background!"
"Good friend from a bitter background," the Lost Soul fell into thought. "Do I even have friends? Don't you all look down on me?"
