The bus drove between two mountains, and since then, Zhou Li's spirit sense kept reminding him—
He was being watched.
The feeling was hard to describe, like a strand of hair falling onto his hand, or an eyelash stuck on the tip of his nose; he could sense the strangeness, yet it was untouchable.
Zhou Li tried hard not to care, to make it psychologically less uncomfortable.
The bus sped along, maintaining a speed of over 115 kilometers per hour, only slowing slightly before speed cameras. That was almost two kilometers a minute. But Zhou Li had now endured this peculiar feeling for more than ten minutes, and the gaze showed no sign of disappearing or even weakening.
Only then did Zhou Li realize—
He was targeted, and perhaps he would be under continuous surveillance until he left the area or was deemed not a threat to the Migration Plan.
But where was the watcher?
Zhou Li had no clue. Is this the might of the Demon Kingdom's military? he couldn't help but think.
