Ammon's Great Adventure (VIII)

A Liang frowned, not because he had noticed anything wrong, but because the moment he sat down, he vaguely felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

The feeling was not obvious, like a pen you had used for years suddenly becoming awkward to write with.

But it was not that serious for him, after all, he had not lived in this small courtyard for long.

He leaned back slightly, but that unfamiliar feeling did not disappear. A Liang's scalp instantly prickled. He scratched his back, stood up, and inspected the few children still obediently curled up, but in the end, he found no changes whatsoever.

Was it because these little brats woke up? Thinking this, the man immediately glared at them. The little girl he was staring at instantly shrank back and burst into tears with a wail.

"Shut up!" the man roared. His voice was so loud that the little girl was so frightened she choked back her crying, coughing painfully several times before she finally recovered.

"Nothing's wrong?" The man turned to look at the remaining little brats. They were all staring at him in fearful silence, which reassured A Liang.

But when he sat down again, that strange sense of unfamiliarity surged up once more.

Something was wrong! Very wrong!

A Liang abruptly jumped up and paced back and forth through the warehouse, as though searching for the culprit behind his unease. But the warehouse was only so big. Most of the things inside had been cleared out, and the few immovable items left behind, such as iron racks welded to the floor, could be taken in at a glance.

He had inspected this warehouse several times before finally choosing it as a temporary place to hold the "goods," so he knew exactly what every spot was supposed to