Chapter 230

Moreover, Jiang Hao knowing her name might mean that Jiang Hao had possibly met her sister.

Or that the two of them were simply very familiar with each other.

"I know everything about you."

"Because I can read every piece of information inside your brain."

"As for what exactly I am?"

"You and I are both people of Great Xia, so you may address me as Immortal."

Hearing Jiang Hao's words, Ada Wang first knitted her delicate brows, then fixed her eyes intently on Jiang Hao.

Wearing an expression that said, "Do you take me for a fool?"

Jiang Hao knew she didn't believe him.

So Jiang Hao simply stretched out his hand and tapped the crystal table between the two of them.

The next second, the nearly three-meter-long crystal table, under Ada Wang's gaze, melted away swiftly as if swallowed by a black hole.

In the momentary effort, nothing was left at all.

The skeptical Ada Wang even reached out to feel it, and touched only empty air.

But she still suspected that she might have been hypnotized by Jiang Hao, and that everything she was seeing now was an illusion.

After all, Ada Wang herself was a materialist, one who did not believe in the existence of gods, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, or the like.

Jiang Hao could naturally tell that she still didn't believe it.

So, in the effort of one breath, a handgun materialized in the void.

Bang!!!

The gunshot rang out.

Ada Wang lowered her head to look at her left shoulder, where a wound had already been pierced through by the bullet.

Fresh blood kept flowing out from the wound.

The intense pain was also transmitted to her brain at the first instant.

But Ada Wang was not injured for the first time either.

Although the pain made her brows knit tightly.

She stubbornly gritted her teeth, not letting herself make any sound.

She reached out and touched the blood that had flowed out.

At this moment, she could already be certain that she had not been hypnotized by anyone, had not entered some illusory world; everything she had just seen was real.

With a wave of her hand, the handgun in mid-air flew into Ada Wang's hand.

The cold metallic texture let her know that this gun was the real thing.

At the same time, she felt an itch coming from the wound on her injured shoulder.

Tilting her head slightly to look, the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than three seconds, the wound that had just looked somewhat gruesome had already fully healed, not even a scar to be seen.

But the blood that had just flowed out and the tear in her clothes made by the bullet remained.

All of this clearly told her that everything just now was not an illusion.