Hearing Sun Hang say that, everyone was startled, then exchanged uneasy looks.
Giant Hill was a desert. Aside from the endless yellow sand, the only things there were those Anomaly giants sleeping like statues. What else could have jammed the wheel?
"Under the sand... could it be..." a hunter murmured.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"Can you sense whether there's any Anomaly Meme activity down there?" Another hunter lightly nudged his companion with an elbow. "My senses are pretty dull..."
"Sense my ass... There are Anomaly giants all around us, Memes everywhere... What the hell am I supposed to sense?!"
The question was like two people being locked in a pitch-black, airtight room reeking of shit, and one asking the other whether the soft thing beneath their feet was shit...
The wording might have been crude, but the logic was sound.
"Could it be the bones of some creature?" a mercenary muttered. "Quite a few people have died in Giant Hill over the years..."
"Right, right, that's very possible!" A hunter wearing sand goggles nodded rapidly. "Tianshu Tower sent so many investigation and survey teams into Giant Hill back then. After those teams were wiped out, they should all have been buried beneath the sand. If you ask me, forget bones—even if anything crawled out of the sand, I wouldn't find it strange."
While the group discussed in hushed voices, Sun Hang casually used Liquid Metal to form two shovels and tossed them to the two people who had climbed down from the stranded vehicle.
"Dig," Sun Hang said. "Unless we dig away the sand, nobody can tell what exactly is jamming the wheel... Oh, and try to keep your movements as small as possible."
The two people from the vehicle exchanged miserable looks, picked up the shovels, and started digging.
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