"Hiss."
A series of gasping sounds rang out, and Wang Meng and Feng Yi also showed incredulous expressions.
"Isn't this just fat hen? What's so strange about it? You can find it everywhere in the fields and roadsides."
Lin Jinyu, who was very curious, put down his teacup and came over Shitou, glanced at the image of the plant, and expressed the doubt of his brothers on their behalf.
"Psychic Fruit's simplicity revealed."
Lin Qingluo had already predicted this and smiled: "At first glance, it's indeed unremarkable, and it looks like wild vegetables, but if you look closely, you'll see the difference."
"The underground root of Psychic Fruit is thicker and dark red, and when the fruit is ripe, it has black and white stripes, which is easy to recognize."
"Moreover, real Psychic Fruits are extremely rare, and there's only a miniscule chance of accidentally encountering one while picking wild vegetables without great luck."
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"There's so much of it, how can we find it?"
