Shade was sensing the current time, and then he let go of her hand after confirming that it was still "now", but he didn't notice that the witch quietly glanced at his hand, that kind of warmth
"It doesn't matter. At least we should all be happy that you just stayed in this place for most of your time a hundred years ago."
The umbilical cord was turned back into a toy by Shade. He took out a bottle of diluted No. 3 holy water and handed it to Miss Winslet, and drank a bottle himself:
"Let's take a rest here. I'm a little glad that I didn't eat too much this morning. This investigation has yielded results now. There are treasures in the basement and extra time rules. Don't worry, we can take our time."
PS: This painting is equivalent to a masterpiece by a master like Picasso, and Xia De’s house is equivalent to the courtyard house next to the Imperial City of Forty-Nine City.
This analogy should be clear.

Chapter completed!