Han Shanshan was no longer hinting—she was blatantly seducing me. But she clearly wasn't someone I could afford to provoke right now. If I tried anything reckless, my wife would probably strike me dead with a bolt of lightning.
"Heartless. You actually forgot? This is the mask you asked me to repair last time! I already repaired it **completely with the Four Little Immortals' patch. The two halves of the mask have been joined together, and I added another layer of material. Its function should have returned to normal as well." Han Shanshan said confidently.
"Then where were you taking it just now?" I asked curiously as I opened the red cloth. Sure enough, the ferocious mask lay quietly inside.
There were no longer any signs of damage. Instead, it emitted a faint black glow, while its inner surface was red—something Han Shanshan had probably added herself. It should feel quite comfortable once worn.
"To add a box and give it to you as a present." Han Shanshan smiled.
"All right." Giving me my own stuff—Han Shanshan's imagination had gone wild again.
I put on the mask and sensed the strange power within it. In an instant, it raised my strength to its absolute limit.
"Ghost Emperor?" Han Shanshan pinched her chin, looking as if everything had gone exactly as expected.
I relaxed all my strength and entered the Daytime Concealment state again. Then I formed a hand seal and recited several ghost-path incantations. A stream of power was immediately drawn from my body, forming a phantom image of me. The phantom vanished after appearing for only an instant.
"Just as Grandma said. This thing can split off an avatar. It's similar to Zhou Shan's, but it seems a little different too." I fell into thought.
"Of course it's different.