When the two of them walked out of the Strawberry Coke room, Gu Feiyu immediately showed an excited expression.
"Jie, what the hell just happened? Was I dreaming? Is my illness really cured? Who exactly are your friends? Damn, damn, damn!"
Gu Feiyu threw out a bunch of questions at once, so excited that he could hardly speak properly.
Xiao Jie couldn't help but laugh. This reaction from Gu Feiyu was exactly as he expected.
As he walked on, he said calmly, "No need to get so excited. Okay, you do have a reason to be excited.
About your questions—no, you weren't dreaming—your illness is indeed cured. As for who my friends are—we are players of the 'Old Soil' game."
"Old Soil? What's that game?" Gu Feiyu asked curiously.
"A game that's thrilling to the point of being deadly," Xiao Jie sighed deeply. "Everything started on the day your brother Han died. It was also the day I first encountered the game with your Han Country…"
