Chapter 41

Freya eagerly opened the wallet. "Um, an ear pick, a nail clipper, and a nail file. The old man really cared about personal hygiene." "It's alright. These things are useful, too. Let's put them away." Ryan put all the found items back into the backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He admired the reliability of the old man. They found so many valuable things in one go. Ryan didn't plan to linger on the beach any longer. "Didn't we say we were going to look for mushrooms yesterday? Let's go, we'll go mushroom picking." Ryan led them into the jungle. They held a tree branch and tapped it on the ground as they walked to scare away snakes that might be lurking nearby. Ryan didn't venture deep into the jungle, only searching for mushrooms on the outskirts. After the rain, the jungle indeed yielded a bountiful harvest. Freya quickly picked up a yellow mushroom and happily put it in her pocket. "Freya, I heard that many poisonous mushrooms are brightly colored. Can we eat this