The ever-idle Old Sixth System had been keeping an eye on Yuezheng Yan as he dug for mushrooms.
At the sight of his actions, it immediately burst into laughter.
[Hahahaha, host, even mushrooms elude the little antagonist, ruining the very first one you touched]
Had it not been beyond the distance for mind-reading, Yuezheng Yan would have cursed the Old Sixth System countless times in his heart.
Switching to a different mushroom, this time he was extra cautious; Yuezheng Yan held the harvested mushroom as if it were a delicate piece of tofu.
Looking at the deadly poisonous mushrooms freshly placed in his basket, he actually felt a sense of achievement inside.
Yuezheng Yan, hoe in hand, grew more and more enthusiastic as he dug, soon immersing himself in the task.
Lu Xingyan had brought out a big basket, with a diameter of ninety centimeters.
He had carefully and meticulously filled this basket up over the span of an hour.
