Chapter 738 - Chapter 160: Making a Fortune Silently_1

The Hell Salt Marsh is indeed not a pleasant place to live. The front of the entire marsh has been dissected by two large extinct volcanoes, forming a broad entrance which is a low-lying area. Standing on the slope with a five to six meters difference in height, one can overlook an eerily dark red marsh below. A lonely subterranean sun shines upon a flock of desolate crows, and the desolate winds roll over the mountain pass like tens of thousands of starving ghosts singing songs of longing for their homeland.