"What?" Hearing the thick-lipped officer's words, Salter looked a little shocked, and even stopped his footsteps for the time being, the soldier who had just been pushed away by him was about to restrain him again, but seeing that Salter did not mean to rush forward, they did not think of doing some superfluous actions.

Officer Thick-lipped seemed to like to see Salter's overwhelmed appearance, although he knew that he was just a child, but this did not affect the pleasure of the Thick-lipped Officer squeezing the pleasure of dominating others, "Despair, hesitate, you have now entered the crazy region of Hell Island, where only killing remains, out of mercy, let me give you a piece of advice, here, don't trust anyone, because everyone here wants your life, hahahaha!"

The thick-lipped officer finally couldn't suppress the pleasure in his heart, and laughed maniacally, Salter saw it in his eyes, and there was really a feeling of disgust in his heart, he glanced at the thick-lipped officer with disdain, and said casually: "Crazy!"

Who knew that the thick-lipped officer actually laughed even harder, "Hahahaha, madman? Yes, I'm crazy, but don't worry, in a few days, maybe you'll become even crazier than me!"

Leaving such a sentence, the thick-lipped officer led the other two soldiers back to the ship, looked at Salt, who was gritting his teeth on the beach, and after making a byebye gesture, he left in the boat.

After estimating that the boat could no longer see the situation on his side, Salter breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the fiery red sand with an abnormal color.

The blue sea rolled up layers of waves, slapping on the shore again and again, the wind and waves were calm, Salter could only hear the slight sound of the waves like the wind blowing wheat waves, and the joy of the seagulls in the distant sky from time to time, as far as the eye could see, the place was cloudless, the blue sky and the blue sea seemed to blend, regardless of you and me, just the right amount of sunlight on the body of Salter who had just come out of the dark and damp environment, giving him a feeling of refreshment, after the whole body relaxed, Salter naturally temporarily put the uneasiness in his heart behind, simply lay down, and enjoyed the blessings of nature on this soft sand。

"These guys can't be in the wrong place, right?" Salter even had such a thought in his heart at this moment.

But it's no wonder, after all, people in the outside world call this place "Hell Island", as the name suggests, so this place should be a barren place full of fighting in Salter's imagination, but now, he didn't see the barbarian who chased him with a knife, nor did he see a fierce beast like a tiger and lion, but only a blue sea and blue sky in front of him, and a dense green jungle behind him.

So, not to mention hell, Salter now doesn't even think it's an exaggeration to call this a paradise island.

Salter slowly closed his eyes, and a small blue dot naturally appeared in his mind, yes, this is the spiritual imprint he planted on the soldier.

The magic of the spiritual imprint, like other spiritual magic, can only be cast on people whose mental power is weaker than his own, which is why Salter did not dare to cast him on the thick-lipped officer, although he could not perceive the strength of the thick-lipped officer's mental power, but only by virtue of his military rank, it only means that he is not an idle person, therefore, in order to avoid risks, Salter set the target on the retinue as a thick-lipped officer, after all, the thick-lipped officer is just a sergeant after all, and his entourage does not even seem to have a military rank, if they have a spiritual power cultivation that is higher than the level of a formal magician like Salt, it is estimated that he will not be willing to be two retinue soldiers, so he dares to be basically sure that his plan can succeed.

But what worries him is that if Thick Lips discovers the spiritual imprint he planted on his subordinates halfway through and gets rid of it, then all his efforts will be wasted, but after Salter's ten minutes of observation, the Thick Lips Officer has found nothing, so it seems that his spiritual cultivation is only half a pound or two of his own at best.

The reason why he did this was because Salter wanted to find out where the next person was disembarking and ask for help, of course, the most important thing was to collect a little more information, after all, Salter now knew nothing, had no purpose, and things had developed to such a point, he had naturally dispelled the idea of someone wanting to trade himself as a slave, because if he really wanted to sell himself as a slave, then there was no need for these officers to put everyone in a different place, not to mention that there was not even a figure here, let alone who they could sell to。

But even Salter racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of what they did, let alone understand who could benefit from it, so the location of the next person to be put down naturally became the only place where Salter could find a breakthrough.

This time they sailed a farther distance than the last time, and Salter was even worried that they would continue to drive like this until they were out of the range of his spiritual imprint, so he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and suddenly stood up and moved in the direction of the ship.

Since the ship was moving around the waterfront, Salter at least didn't have to worry about it suddenly changing course, but he had to know when the ship would stop, so he had to stop every two minutes to feel the movement of the blue dot in his mind.

The speed of the ship was already faster than Salter was running, and Salter had to stop from time to time, so he could no longer feel the fluctuations of his mental imprint after only ten more minutes had passed.

"Damn!" Salter cursed, and simply gave up running and sat down on the beach.

He thought that the distance between the placements would be different for everyone, but what Salter didn't expect was that the interval between the placements this time was at least twice as long as the last time!

However, Salter's hard work was not without a little value, because now that his stomach had begun to resist hunger, he found a fat dead fish lying there on the beach not far from him!

Salter couldn't help but recall the tragic experience of being slapped by the sea and dried up on the beach as a salted fish, and looking at the tempting fat fish, Salter didn't align and salivate for the first time.

But after all, people want to eat when they are hungry, and Salter naturally has no choice of being willing or unwilling at this time, not to mention that even if he sympathizes, this fish will not come back to life.