The little dot representing that person began to move, but instead of heading toward Bai Yang and the others, it moved straight in the opposite direction, away from them. He wasn't moving quickly—just at the pace of an ordinary person walking briskly.
Although the other party wasn't moving fast, the excavator couldn't make good speed either. It had to clear obstacles in its path as it advanced, and was actually a little slower than him.
"He's trying to run!" Lan Xin warned. She was keeping a constant eye on the tablet, too.
Bai Yang, operating the excavator, remained calm. "He can't get away. The radar's locked onto him!"
Once the radar had locked on, even if the other party disguised himself and lay in wait, he still couldn't escape their surveillance. How could he possibly shake them off?
Still, deep down, Bai Yang was reluctant to admit that the other party was running because he feared them. If that were true, then Bai Yang hardly deserved the title of the longest-lived and most terrifying person aboard the Ghost Ship.
They pressed on. Bai Yang drove the excavator, clearing obstacles with brute force. Often, a single scoop would send heaps of layered bones collapsing in a wide swath. Sometimes, bone spikes and arrows would shoot out from the mounds.
This Sea of Bones was dangerous. Bai Yang didn't know whether the threats had formed naturally or had been deliberately placed there. Without their equipment and other external aid, they would have been unable to take a single step through this place.
That person kept moving away from Bai Yang and the others, but never too far ahead. The distance between them remained somewhere between five and six hundred meters.
"Big Brother Bai, don't you have that thing called an airplane? We