Wu Xiaoyu leaned against the bushes, basking in the warm sunlight, and fell asleep unwittingly.
When he woke up, it was already dusk. The western sky was painted red by the twilight clouds, and the return birds in the forest were tired of flying, resting on branches, creating a tranquil and serene scene.
Just as Wu Xiaoyu was about to stretch, he found himself surrounded by a pile of mushrooms, feeling a bit incredulous.
He remembered that before he fell asleep, he had helped Li Yujia pick clean all kinds of mushrooms around him. How could these mushrooms suddenly appear out of nowhere?
He got up and looked around. The ground was clean, not even a single poisonous mushroom could be seen, except for the mushrooms that grew around where he had been sleeping.
