Chapter 1562: 1559: Ghost God Hall
Chapter 1562: 1559: Ghost God Hall
Capítulo 1562: Chapter 1559: Ghost God HallYun Daoli was silent after hearing these words. Since even Emperor Ye didn’t know about this matter, perhaps no one in the world knew the truth.
No wonder there isn’t a single trace of records about this Ghost God.
However…
How did Emperor Ye find out?
Yun Daoli suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Emperor Ye…
Just how long has he lived?
Yun Daoli sneaked a glance at the back in front of him, and his heart grew all the more reverent.
Ye Xuan didn’t need to look to know the little thoughts in Yun Daoli’s mind, but he never said anything about it.
Once, someone asked him this very question, and Ye Xuan’s answer was simple.
“I can’t remember anymore either.”
From the Mythical Era, to the Ancient Era, Primordial Wilderness, Emperor Era, Ancient Times, the Ancient Era, to the Middle Ages, and then to the present.
To truly count the years lived, it was impossible to tally them all.
So in Ye Xuan’s method of calculation, everything was counted in ages.
A Great Era is then calculated in smaller eras.
These smaller eras are the glorious eras of each Child of Destiny, named after their imperial title.
Like the late Heavenly Dragon Emperor of the Middle Ages, hence called the Heavenly Dragon Era.
In the End of Dharma Era and now, it is known as the Double Emperors Era.
“Wait for me here.”
Ye Xuan ascended the steps alone, heading into that grand hall.
Yun Daoli obliged respectfully, waiting patiently in place.
This Ghost God Hall was magnificent and grand, but Yun Daoli could tell at a glance that this was just a facade, and maintaining the operation of this hall would consume a lot of resources.
These resources are extremely difficult for the Tributor of the Ghost God Hall to procure.
This also leads to none of the other Ghost God Dharma Forms in this hall being able to sustain themselves.
This is why, along the sides of the avenue, there was nothing but endless dark fog.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Ye Xuan walked neither fast nor slow, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty space, carrying a rhythm that stirred the heart.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.
Ye Xuan completed the climb.
Ahead, stood the vast Ghost God Dharma Form.
This Ghost God Dharma Form soared into the sky, massive and imposing, with ten thousand ghosts submitting behind it, exuding immense pressure.
Yet for some reason, the entire Ghost God Dharma Form appeared blurry and indistinct, unrecognizable.
Not even its gender could be discerned.
This was because the Ghost Clan that built this Ghost God Hall didn’t know the appearance or gender of the Ghost God.
Thus, the so-called Ghost God Dharma Form is merely a work of imagination.
Ye Xuan felt indifferent towards this man-made Ghost God Dharma Form.
He had seen it many times.
And each time it would change.
Quite amusing, if one thought about it.
Ye Xuan approached the Ghost God Dharma Form.
Before the Ghost God Dharma Form, there was an incense table, on which lay ninety-nine unique offerings from the Ghost Clan.
These offerings are replaced daily.
Further ahead were cushions for those who came to worship to kneel on.
At this moment, many of the Ghost Clan were already kneeling in worship.
Ghost Clan members maintaining order stood on either side.
Beside the Ghost God Dharma Form sat an old Ghost Clan man with white hair and a dark complexion.
At this moment, several young Ghost Clan, dressed elegantly and carrying an extraordinary demeanor, were crouched beside him, humbly seeking advice.
However, this Ghost Clan elder seemed not to be listening, showing no reaction the entire time.
Seeing this, the young Ghost Clan grew restless and irritated, seemingly impatient.
But suddenly, the dark-complexioned Ghost Clan elder opened his eyes abruptly, releasing an astonishing aura.
“Senior…”
Seeing the elder’s reaction, the young Ghost Clan were taken aback, thinking the elder was about to take action.
But the elder did not act, and after displaying his terrifying aura, he quickly restrained it, returning to his usual state.
The Ghost Clan elder stood up, hunching his body, but his gaze was fixed on Ye Xuan approaching from a distance.
The young Ghost Clan followed his gaze and also saw Ye Xuan.
“A human?”
Upon feeling the aura from Ye Xuan, they were taken aback.
Humans were extremely rare in any part of this Ghost Great World.
In the Ghost God Valley, there was almost no human presence.
And in this Ghost God Hall, it was forbidden for anyone other than the Ghost Clan to enter, yet here was a human walking in!
In an instant, the young Supremes exchanged a glance and then approached Ye Xuan with unfriendly eyes.
“This is sacred ground of the Ghost Clan. How can a mere human set foot here?”
One young member of the Heavenly Ghost Clan snorted, “Though I don’t know how you got in, this place is not for you. Get out now.”
Ye Xuan gave a slight smile, “I’ll just take something and leave. I won’t stay long.”
“Heh!”
The young Ghost Clan laughed, “Don’t understand words? This is Ghost Clan territory. How could there be anything of your tribe here?”
“Get out quickly, or don’t blame us for being rude.”
The commotion attracted the attention of the other Ghost Clan members, who all glanced over.
Upon realizing Ye Xuan was human, every Ghost Clan member’s eyes were filled with aversion and contempt.
As if just a glance was nauseating.
Beside the Ghost Clan elder, the young Supreme from the Heavenly Ghost Clan whispered, “Senior, rest assured. Wen Shan and the others will handle this shortly. And about what we just discussed, could you reconsider?”
The young Supreme seemed very cordial.
The Ghost Clan elder didn’t look at the young Supreme, only rasped, “No need to consider. If the Ghost God Hall can’t sustain itself financially, it should be shut down.”
“Senior…” The young Supreme from the Heavenly Ghost Clan was unwilling to give up.
The Ghost Clan elder waved his hand, then walked towards Ye Xuan, who was surrounded by Wen Shan and other young Ghost Clan.
At this moment, the young Ghost Clan, seeing Ye Xuan unmoved, was enraged and ready to make a move.
Boom!
But in the next moment, all the young Ghost Clan were blasted backward.
The Ghost Clan elder stood with hands behind his back, hunched over, and looked at Ye Xuan, revealing a smile that was meant to be kind but appeared menacing, “Little friend, have you visited my Ghost God Hall before?”
Ye Xuan glanced at the Ghost Clan elder, and calmly said, “When I last came here, you were still in swaddling clothes.”
The Ghost Clan elder’s heart shook slightly. He had sensed it the moment Ye Xuan arrived but couldn’t discern Ye Xuan’s aura.
But now Ye Xuan’s words brought back memories.
Only Ye Xuan had changed drastically since the time that senior came.
The Ghost Clan elder couldn’t help but recall the words his father said on his deathbed, and he felt a surge of excitement, tremblingly asking, “Senior, could you save my Ghost God Hall from decline?”
“Who dares to act in the Ghost God Hall!?”
Right then, a Guardian of the Ghost God Hall flew over, aiming directly at Ye Xuan.
盧
㻬㶏
虜
䃜㻦䦏䋍䢺
盧
㓲䖳䙓䋍㺦
櫓
䢺䕔䭑㻦
㻦㺦䕔䍞
魯
擄
“㓲䣿㺦
老
䙓㻦㓲
㺦䖳䃜
䖍䆋䆋㩘”䢺㫵
㺦䙓
蘆
老
虜
㟳䙓 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓㴿 䢺 䖳㯈䢺䦏䃜㻬䢺㶏 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 䀛䆋㻦㮄 㺦䍞㻦䦏㴿 㾄㺦㻬㶏䙓㻬㶏䂐 䃜㻬䦏㻦䖆䙓䆋䨻 䢺䙓 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏㮑
㼀㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䢺䆋䋍㺦 䢺㾄㾄䦏㺦䢺䖆㓲㻦䃜㴿 䖆㺦䆋䃜䆋䨻 䋍㓲㺦㯈䙓㻬㶏䂐㴿 “䈚䍞㻦䦏䨻㺦㶏㻦㴿 䆋㺦㺦䭑㴿 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㾄㻦䦏䋍㺦㶏 㻬䋍 㶏㺦䙓 㺦䀛 㺦㯈䦏 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㚰㯈䙓 䢺 䖍㯈䕔䢺㶏 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䕔㻦䕔㚰㻦䦏㴿 䢺 䀛㺦䦏㻦㻬䂐㶏 䦏䢺䖆㻦㮑 䖍㻦 䋍䙓㻦㾄㾄㻦䃜 㻬㶏䙓㺦 㺦㯈䦏 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 䙓㺦䃜䢺䨻㴿 䙓䦏䢺䕔㾄䆋㻬㶏䂐 㺦㶏 㺦㯈䦏 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏㴿 䢺㶏䃜 㓲㻦 䕔㯈䋍䙓 㚰㻦 㻦䆋㻬䕔㻬㶏䢺䙓㻦䃜㩘”
䋍䙓㓲㺦䖳
䢺㶏䚬㯈㮑
㓲䙓㻦
㶏䋍㻦䙓㾄㻦䦏
㻬䃜䋍㻦䋍䂐䃜㯈䙓
㾪㻦
䙓䋍䆋㶏㶏䢺䨻䙓䓃㴿
㓲㮄䙓㻬
䢺㶏㽮䆋
䂐㮄䦏㻦
䢺䋍㻦䦏䂐䖆㶏㻬䆋䨻㶏㻬
䈚䍞㻦㶏 䙓㓲㺦㯈䂐㓲 㻬䙓 㮄䢺䋍㶏’䙓 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㮄㓲㺦 䢺䖆䙓㻦䃜 㩍㯈䋍䙓 㶏㺦㮄㴿 㻦䍞㻦䦏䨻䙓㓲㻬㶏䂐 㮄䢺䋍 㶏㺦㮄 㚰䆋䢺䕔㻦䃜 㺦㶏 㓲㻬䕔㮑
“㽮㺦䕔㻦 㮄㻬䙓㓲 㯈䋍 䀛㺦䦏 䢺 㮄䢺䆋䭑㩘”
䖳䃜㺦
㶏㪺㻦
䢺䆋䆋䖍
䀛㺦
䆋㮑䖆䆋㺦䃜䨻
㓲䙓㻦
䙓㻦㓲
䃜䋍䢺㻬
㶏䖳䃜䦏䋍㯈㻬䢺䢺
㓲䋍㺦䙓䖳
䀛㺦
㟳䋍 䙓㓲㻦䨻 䋍㾄㺦䭑㻦㴿 䙓㮄㺦 䖳㯈䢺䦏䃜㻬䢺㶏䋍 䢺㾄㾄䦏㺦䢺䖆㓲㻦䃜 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㮄㻬䙓㓲 䋍㓲䢺䖆䭑䆋㻦䋍 㻬㶏 㓲䢺㶏䃜㮑
䓃䙓 䋍㻦㻦䕔㻦䃜 䢺䋍 䙓㓲㺦㯈䂐㓲 䙓㓲㻦䨻 㮄㻦䦏㻦 䢺㚰㺦㯈䙓 䙓㺦 䖆㯈䀛䀛 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻦 㶏㻦䬺䙓 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓㮑
䃜䆋䖍”㺦
“㶏㺦㩘
㟳䙓 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓㴿 䢺㶏 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䕔㻦䕔㚰㻦䦏 㮄㻬䙓㓲 䢺 䃜䢺䦏䭑 䖆㺦䕔㾄䆋㻦䬺㻬㺦㶏 䋍䆋㺦㮄䆋䨻 䋍㾄㺦䭑㻦㮑
“䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏㮑”
䆋䃜㻦㻦䦏
㶏䙓㺦
䀛䦏䖆䙓㾄䨻㻦㻦㯈㮑䋍䆋䆋
䂐㻦㻦䟁㶏㻬
㓲䙓㻦
䖆䢺䙓
㻦䙓㓲
䖳㶏䢺䃜䦏㯈䋍㻬䢺
㻬䃜䃜
䃜㻦䆋䋍䢺䙓㯈
㚰㯈䙓
㓲䋍䖳㺦䙓
䢺䦏㓲䆋䋍䨻
㻦䙓㓲
㽮䢺㶏䆋
䀛㺦
㴿䋍䢺㾄㻦䭑
㼀㓲㻦 䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋㴿 㯈㶏䆋㻬䭑㻦 䙓㓲㻦 䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏䋍 㻬㶏 䍞䢺䦏㻬㺦㯈䋍 䖍㯈䕔䢺㶏 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㾄㺦㮄㻦䦏䋍㴿 㓲㻦䆋䃜 䙓㓲㻦 㓲㻬䂐㓲㻦䋍䙓 䋍䙓䢺䙓㯈䋍㮑
䟁㺦 㶏㺦 㺦㶏㻦 䃜䢺䦏㻦䃜 䙓㺦 䇵㯈㻦䋍䙓㻬㺦㶏 䙓㓲㻦 䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏’䋍 㮄㺦䦏䃜䋍㮑
㓲䋍㻬䙓
䋍䙓㻬㓲㫵
䙓㓲㻦
㻦㓲
㻦䢺㶏䕔
㺦㻦㫵㶏㾄䦏䋍”
㻦㶏㺦䟁㻬䦏
䋍䓃
“䢺䙓䣿㓲
䃜䆋㓲䋍㻦㻬
䨻㚰
䙓䦏䨻㻬䂐㶏
䙓㺦
㺦䃜㻦䋍
䟁㻦㻦㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏 㻬㶏䙓㻦䦏䍞㻦㶏㻦㴿 䙓㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏’䋍 㻦䬺㾄䦏㻦䋍䋍㻬㺦㶏 䃜䢺䦏䭑㻦㶏㻦䃜 䢺䋍 㓲㻦 䋍㾄㺦䭑㻦 䋍䢺䦏䃜㺦㶏㻬䖆䢺䆋䆋䨻㴿 “㼀㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 㓲䢺䋍 㻦䬺㻬䋍䙓㻦䃜 䀛㺦䦏 䕔䢺㶏䨻 䨻㻦䢺䦏䋍㴿 䢺㶏䃜 㶏㺦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㓲䢺䋍 㻦䍞㻦䦏 䃜䢺䦏㻦䃜 䙓㺦 㚰䦏㻦䢺䭑 䙓㓲㻦 䦏㯈䆋㻦䋍㮑 䓃䋍 䟁㻦㶏㻬㺦䦏㴿 䙓㺦䃜䢺䨻㴿 㾄䆋䢺㶏㶏㻬㶏䂐 䙓㺦 䦏㻦䆋䨻 㺦㶏 㚰㻦㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦 䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 䙓㺦 䋍㻦䙓 䢺 㶏㻦㮄 㾄䦏㻦䖆㻦䃜㻦㶏䙓㫵”
㱔㾄㺦㶏 㓲㻦䢺䦏㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦䋍㻦 㮄㺦䦏䃜䋍㴿 䕔䢺㶏䨻 䃜㻦䍞㺦㯈䙓 䀛㺦䆋䆋㺦㮄㻦䦏䋍 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䢥㓲䢺䦏䕔䢺 㙯㺦䦏䕔 䖆䢺䋍䙓 㯈㶏䀛䦏㻬㻦㶏䃜䆋䨻 䆋㺦㺦䭑䋍 䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏㮑
䙓㺦
䃜㶏䢺
㓲䖳䋍䙓㺦
䦏䕔㴿㺦㙯
㓲㼀㻦
㻦䢺䂐㮄㺦䖆䆋䭑㶏䃜㻦
䆋㓲䋍䢺’䆋
㶏䢺
㾄㻦䦏㾄㺦㯈䋍
䆋䢺䖍䆋
䢥䢺䦏㓲䕔䢺
䆋㮑䦏䈚䃜㻦
㺦䙓㶏
䙓㓲㻦
䀛㻬
䃜㺦䖳
㻦䃜㻦䦏䆋
㶏䀛䆋㯈㶏㻦䙓䃜䢺䕔䢺
㻦㓲䙓
㓲䖳㺦䙓䋍
䋍㻬
䙓䢺㯈䋍䙓䋍
㺦䖳䃜
䍞㻦㻦䦏䋍
㻬䋍㓲
㻦䃜䋍㺦
䙓㓲䢺䙓
䢺䋍
㺦䀛
㺦䆋㯈䃜㮄
㻦䕔㓲㶏䂐䋍䙓㺦㻬
䙓㻦㓲
㓲䙓㻦
䆋㯈㴿䦏㻦䋍
㻦䍞㻬㺦䆋䢺䙓䋍
㓲㻦䨻䙓
䖍㺦㮄㻦䍞㻦䦏㴿 㶏㺦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䋍䢺㮄 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓㴿 䙓㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䋍䕔㻬䦏䭑㻦䃜 䖆㺦䆋䃜䆋䨻 䢺䋍 䙓㓲㻦 㺦䙓㓲㻦䦏䋍 䆋㺦㺦䭑㻦䃜 䃜㻬䋍䢺㾄㾄䦏㺦䍞㻬㶏䂐䆋䨻 䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻦 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏㮑
㪺䆋䃜 䕔䢺㶏㴿 䋍㻬㶏䖆㻦 䨻㺦㯈’䦏㻦 䋍㺦 㯈㶏䭑㻬㶏䃜㴿 䃜㺦㶏’䙓 㚰䆋䢺䕔㻦 䕔㻦 䀛㺦䦏 㚰㻦㻬㶏䂐 㓲㻦䢺䦏䙓䆋㻦䋍䋍㩘
䦏㺦䍞㻦
䆋䃜㺦
㶏䕔䢺
䦏㺦䀛
䢺䃜㶏
䆋㻦㻬䨻䃜㻬㮑㶏䂐㶏㯈
䢺
㻦㓲䙓
䆋䂐㺦㻬㺦䭑㶏
㻦㚰㻦㶏
㺦䦏䀛
䃜䢺㓲
䕔㻬㻦䙓
㓲㻬䋍䙓
䙓㯈㚰
䢺䋍䙓䋍㻦䢺䃜䀛䙓
㮄䢺䋍
㺦䆋䃜
䆋㶏㺦䂐
䕔䢺㶏
䙓䢺㓲䙓
㴿䙓䕔䙓䦏䢺㻦
㻦䖍
䟁㻬㶏䖆㻦 䙓㓲䢺䙓’䋍 䙓㓲㻦 䖆䢺䋍㻦㴿 䃜㺦㶏’䙓 㚰䆋䢺䕔㻦 㓲㻬䕔 䀛㺦䦏 㯈䋍㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦䋍㻦 䙓䢺䖆䙓㻬䖆䋍㮑
“䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏㴿 䨻㺦㯈㮑㮑㮑”
㓲䙓㻦
䢺䙓
䦏㴿䆋㻦㻦䃜
䋍㓲䖳㺦䙓
㓲䙓㻦
䙓㟳
䢺㮄䋍
㶏䙓㓲䂐㻬㶏䭑㻬
㓲䋍䙓㻬
㻦㓲
䖳䋍㯈㶏䢺䦏䢺䃜㻬
㾪㻦
䚬㯈㮑㶏䢺
䖆㯈䨻㺦䋍㻬㾄䋍䋍㯈㻬䆋
㶏䢺㽮䆋
㻬㻬䋍㶏䃜㻦䂐䆋㓲
䆋㺦䃜㻦㺦䭑
䕔䙓㻦㶏㺦䕔㴿
㟳䀛䙓㻦䦏 䢺䆋䆋㴿 㶏㺦 䕔䢺䙓䙓㻦䦏 㮄㓲䢺䙓㴿 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 䢺㾄㾄㻦䢺䦏㻦䃜 㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 䢺䋍 䢺 䖍㯈䕔䢺㶏 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䕔㻦䕔㚰㻦䦏㴿 㮄㓲㻬䖆㓲 㮄䢺䋍 䢺 㾄䦏㺦䍞㺦䖆䢺䙓㻬㺦㶏 䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻦 㓲䢺䆋䆋㩘
㼀㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏 䆋㺦㺦䭑㻦䃜 䢺䙓 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㮄㻬䙓㓲 䢺 䃜㻦㻦㾄 䂐䢺㐹㻦㴿 䖆㺦㯈䆋䃜㶏’䙓 㓲㻦䆋㾄 㚰㯈䙓 䂐㻬䍞㻦 䢺㶏 䢺㾄㺦䆋㺦䂐㻦䙓㻬䖆 䋍䕔㻬䆋㻦㴿 䢺㶏䃜 䋍䢺㻬䃜㴿 “䟁㺦䦏䦏䨻 䙓㺦 䕔䢺䭑㻦 䟁㻦㶏㻬㺦䦏 䆋䢺㯈䂐㓲㴿 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㻬䋍 㮄㓲䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 㓲䢺䋍 㚰㻦䖆㺦䕔㻦㮑㮑㮑”
䖆㻬䨻䬺䆋㚰䆋㻬㾄䢺㻦㶏
䙓㓲㻦
䢺㻬䦏㶏㯈䢺䋍䖳䃜’
䋍䢺㮑䃜
㻦㻦䦏䆋䃜
䖳䙓㓲㺦䋍
䆋㶏㽮䢺
䬺㻦㴿䋍㻬㾄㻦䦏䋍㶏䋍㺦
㶏㻬
䀛䙓㻬㓲䋍
䙓䆋㻦䀛
䂐䆋㻦㙯㻬㻦㶏
㻦㓲䙓
㻦㓲䙓
䈚䍞㻦㶏 䙓㓲㺦䋍㻦 㮄㓲㺦 㮄㻦䦏㻦 䃜㻬䦏㻦䖆䙓䆋䨻 㯈㶏䃜㻦䦏 㓲㻬䋍 䖆㺦䕔䕔䢺㶏䃜 㓲䢺䃜 㚰㻦㻦㶏 㻬㶏䀛㻬䆋䙓䦏䢺䙓㻦䃜㫵
㼀㓲㻦 䖆㯈䦏䦏㻦㶏䙓 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 䆋㻬䭑㻦䆋䨻 㓲䢺䃜 㶏㺦 㺦㶏㻦 㮄㻬䆋䆋㻬㶏䂐 䙓㺦 䆋㻬䋍䙓㻦㶏 䙓㺦 㓲㻬䕔 䢺㶏䨻䕔㺦䦏㻦㮑
䋍䕔㮑䋍㶏䂐”㻦㻦䢺㻬䆋㶏
䢺䂐㺦㴿
䢺䋍䙓䖆㶏㻦䦏䋍㺦
㻦䙓㻬䕔
㟳”
㶏䆋㺦䂐
㓲䙓㻦
䓃
㯈㺦䦏䨻
䙓㺦
㓲䢺䦏䙓䀛㻦
䖳㺦䋍䙓㓲
㺦䖳䃜
䬺㻦䋍䙓㻬㻦㶏䖆㻦
㺦㯈䨻䦏
䢺䙓㓲䙓
䋍㻬
㻦㓲䙓䆋㶏㶏㻬䦏䨻㻦
䢺㶏䃜
䙓㓲㻦
䃜䢺䋍㻬
䖍䆋䆋䢺
㺦䀛
㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 䋍䢺㻬䃜 䋍㺦䀛䙓䆋䨻㮑
䖍㻦 㓲䢺䃜 䋍㻦㻦㶏 䋍㯈䖆㓲 䙓㓲㻬㶏䂐䋍 㚰㻦䀛㺦䦏㻦㴿 㚰㯈䙓 㶏㻦䍞㻦䦏 䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㻦䬺䢺䂐䂐㻦䦏䢺䙓㻦䃜 㻦䬺䙓㻦㶏䙓㮑
㻦㓲㼀
䖆㺦㶏䃜䦏䙓㻦㺦䆋䆋
䨻㚰
䖳㺦㓲䋍䙓
㺦䃜䖳
䀛䋍䆋㻦㻬䙓
㯈䦏㶏㻦䖆䙓䦏
䢺䆋㓲䆋
㻦㓲䙓
㻬䢺㯈䍞䦏䋍㺦
㓲䖳㺦䋍䙓
㓲䙓䢺䙓
㶏㺦
㓲䙓㻦
䋍㶏㽮䢺䆋
㯈㚰䙓
㻬䙓㮑
㻬䙓䦏䀛䆋䢺㻦㶏㻬䃜䙓
㻬䋍
䆋䆋䢺䖍
㚰䨻
㶏䂐㺦䆋㻦䦏
㙯㺦䦏 㻬㶏䋍䙓䢺㶏䖆㻦㴿 䙓㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㓲䢺䃜 䕔䢺㶏䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㾄㻦㺦㾄䆋㻦 㮄㻬䙓㓲㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋㮑
㙯䦏㺦䕔 䙓㓲㻦 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓 㓲㻦 䋍䙓㻦㾄㾄㻦䃜 㻬㶏䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㾄䆋䢺䖆㻦㴿 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 䭑㶏㻦㮄 㻬䙓 䢺䆋䆋㮑
㻬䙓
䢺㮄䋍
䭑㻬䆋㻦䆋䨻
䙓䋍䕔㺦
㮄䢺䋍
䟁䦏䕔㻦㯈㻦㾄
㓲䙓㻦
㻦㓲䙓
䋍䙓䖆䭑㻬
䙓㻦䀛䆋
㺦䙓䂐䆋㶏䙓㾄㴿㻬
䢺㓲䙓㮄
㓲䙓䙓䢺
䀛䦏㺦
㚰㻬㮑㻦㓲㶏䃜
㽮䢺㶏䆋
㓲䋍䖳㺦䙓
㟳䋍
䨻䖍㻦㻦䍞䢺㶏䆋
㶏䨻㺦䂐㯈
㺦䀛
㓲㻦
㼀㓲䢺䙓 䋍䙓㻬䖆䭑 㓲䢺䋍 㶏㺦 㻦䀛䀛㻦䖆䙓 㺦㶏 㺦䙓㓲㻦䦏 䦏䢺䖆㻦䋍㴿 㚰㯈䙓 㻬䙓 㓲䢺䋍 䢺㶏 䢺㚰䋍㺦䆋㯈䙓㻦 䋍㯈㾄㾄䦏㻦䋍䋍㻬㺦㶏 㺦㶏 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏㮑
䓃䙓’䋍 䖆䢺䆋䆋㻦䃜 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䓪㻦䢺䙓㻬㶏䂐 䟁䙓㻬䖆䭑㮑
䓃䙓䋍
䀛䦏㻬䙓䋍
䢺䋍㮄
䋍㓲䙓㺦䖳
䦏㺦㮄㻦㶏
㻦㓲䙓
㶏㓲䙓䢺
㺦䦏䕔䀛
䖳㺦䋍䙓㓲
䢺
䃜㺦䖳
㶏㻦㶏㺦
䦏㻦䙓䋍㻬㯈䨻䕔㺦䋍
㽮䆋㮑䢺㶏
㚰㺦䦏㶏
㓲䙓㻦䦏㺦
㪉䢺䙓㻦䦏㴿 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 䖆䢺䕔㻦 㯈㾄㺦㶏 㻬䙓 㚰䨻 䖆㓲䢺㶏䖆㻦㮑
㼀㓲㻦䦏㻦 䢺䦏㻦 㶏㺦 㻬䕔㾄㻦㶏㻦䙓䦏䢺㚰䆋㻦 㮄䢺䆋䆋䋍㴿 䢺㶏䃜 䢺䆋䙓㓲㺦㯈䂐㓲 䙓㓲㻦 䕔䢺䙓䙓㻦䦏 㮄䢺䋍㶏’䙓 䆋㻦䢺䭑㻦䃜 㮄㓲㻦㶏 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 䆋㻦䀛䙓 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳䦏㻦䢺䙓 䣿㺦䦏䆋䃜 䨻㻦䢺䦏䋍 䢺䂐㺦 䢺㶏䃜 㾄䆋䢺䖆㻦䃜 㻬䙓 㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋㴿 㺦䍞㻦䦏 䙓㻬䕔㻦㴿 䙓㓲㻦 㶏㻦㮄䋍 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻦 㓲䢺䆋䆋 㓲䢺䃜 㚰㻦㻦㶏 䋍㯈㾄㾄䦏㻦䋍䋍㻬㶏䂐 䢺 䖆㻦䦏䙓䢺㻬㶏 䢥㻬䍞㻬㶏㻦 䣿㻦䢺㾄㺦㶏 㮄䢺䋍 䭑㶏㺦㮄㶏 䙓㺦 䍞䢺䦏㻬㺦㯈䋍 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏䋍㮑
䨻䋍㻬㶏䂐䖆䦏㶏㻬䢺㻦䆋
㴿㯈㼀䋍㓲
䆋㯈䃜䙓㺦’䖆㶏
䆋䖍㴿䢺䆋
㶏䋍䆋㽮䢺㮑
䙓㻦㓲
㻬䙓䋍
㻬㻦䦏䋍䙓䋍
䙓㻦㓲
䋍㓲㺦䖳䙓
㻬㚰㻦䆋㻦䋍㻦䦏䍞
䦏䀛䆋㶏䃜䙓㻦䢺䙓㻬㻬
䖳㓲㺦䙓䋍
㓲㻦㼀
䢺䦏㺦䋍㯈㻬䍞
㻬㶏䙓䙓䀛㻬䆋㶏䢺㻬㺦䦏
㺦䀛
䙓㓲㻦
䙓㓲㻦
㾄㺦䦏㮄㻦㮑
㺦䖳䃜
䆋䢺㽮㶏䋍
䦏䆋䢺䢺䃜䆋䂐㯈䨻
㺦㓲䖳䋍䙓
㮄㻬䂐㻦䭑㶏㻦䢺㶏
㪺䍞㻦䦏 䙓㻬䕔㻦㴿 㻬䙓 㻦䍞㺦䆋䍞㻦䃜 䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㾄㺦㻬㶏䙓㮑
㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㮄䢺䋍 䢺䖆䙓㯈䢺䆋䆋䨻 䢺䆋䦏㻦䢺䃜䨻 䢺㶏䙓㻬䖆㻬㾄䢺䙓㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻬䋍 㚰㻦䖆䢺㯈䋍㻦 䙓㓲㻦 㻦䬺㻬䋍䙓㻦㶏䖆㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 㻬㶏㓲㻦䦏㻦㶏䙓䆋䨻 㓲䢺䃜 㶏㺦 䕔㻦䢺㶏㻬㶏䂐㮑
䋍䆋㻦䋍
㺦䖳䃜
㺦䦏
㓲䋍䙓㺦䖳
䦏㻦㻦㶏㮑䃜䂐
䕔䖆㯈㓲
䙓㓲㻦
㮄䋍㓲㻬㾄㺦䦏
㺦㓲䕔㮄
㺦㶏䙓’䃜
䨻㻦㼀㓲
䙓㓲㶏㻦䂐䙓䦏䋍
㓲䙓䦏㻬㻦
㻦㶏䍞㻦
㮄䭑㶏㺦
㴿䋍㻬
㓲㻦䨻䙓
䣿㓲䢺䙓’䋍 䙓㓲㻦 㾄㺦㻬㶏䙓 㺦䀛 䋍㯈䖆㓲 㮄㺦䦏䋍㓲㻬㾄㫵
㼀㓲㻦 䦏㻦䢺䋍㺦㶏 㓲㻦 㾄䆋䢺䖆㻦䃜 㻬䙓 㓲㻦䦏㻦 㮄䢺䋍 㩍㯈䋍䙓 䙓㺦 䋍㻦㻦 㻬䀛 䙓㓲㻦䦏㻦 㮄㺦㯈䆋䃜 㚰㻦 䢺 䋍㻦䖆㺦㶏䃜 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䕔㻦䕔㚰㻦䦏 䖆䢺㾄䢺㚰䆋㻦 㺦䀛 㓲㺦䆋䃜㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䓪㻦䢺䙓㻬㶏䂐 䟁䙓㻬䖆䭑 㮄䢺䆋䭑㻬㶏䂐 㺦㯈䙓 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䉗䢺䆋䆋㻦䨻㮑
䋍䙓䆋㻬䆋
䙓㓲䋍䖳㺦
㮑㯈㾄
㯈䓪䙓
䋍㻦㻦㶏
㺦䙓
㓲䢺䙓㻦㺦㶏䦏
䀛㻦䢺䦏䙓
㻬䙓
䦏㻦䨻㴿䋍䢺
㶏䢺㽮䆋
䖆㻬㾄䭑
䨻䕔㶏䢺
䆋䢺㻦㚰
䢺㓲䙓㶏䃜’
䕔㻦㚰㻦䕔䦏
㻦㓲
㟳䋍 䕔㻦㶏䙓㻬㺦㶏㻦䃜 㚰㻦䀛㺦䦏㻦㴿 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䓪㻦䢺䙓㻬㶏䂐 䟁䙓㻬䖆䭑 㶏䢺䙓㯈䦏䢺䆋䆋䨻 䖆㺦㯈㶏䙓㻦䦏䢺䖆䙓䋍 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏㴿 䕔䢺䭑㻬㶏䂐 㻬䙓 㻬䕔㾄㺦䋍䋍㻬㚰䆋㻦 䀛㺦䦏 䙓㓲㻦䕔 䙓㺦 䆋㻬䀛䙓 㻬䙓㮑
㾪㻦䙓㴿 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 㮄䢺䋍 䙓㓲㻦 䀛㻬䦏䋍䙓 㺦㮄㶏㻦䦏 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䓪㻦䢺䙓㻬㶏䂐 䟁䙓㻬䖆䭑㮑
䢺
㻬㶏
䖆䆋䢺㻬䦏䕔㻦
䋍䢺㮄
䢺䙓㼀㓲
䨻䢺䢺䆋䃜䦏㻦
䙓㻬䆋䋍㮑㻦䀛
㟳䙓 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䙓㻬䕔㻦㴿 㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㮄䢺䋍 㻦䋍㾄㻦䖆㻬䢺䆋䆋䨻 䖆㯈䦏㻬㺦㯈䋍 䢺㚰㺦㯈䙓 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䢺㶏䃜 㮄䢺㶏䙓㻦䃜 䙓㺦 㯈㶏䖆㺦䍞㻦䦏 䙓㓲㻦 䙓䦏㯈䙓㓲 㺦䀛 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䨻㻦䢺䦏㴿 䋍㺦 㓲㻦 䆋㻦䀛䙓 㻬䙓 䙓㓲㻦䦏㻦 䙓㺦 䋍㻦㻦 㻬䀛 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 㓲䢺䃜 䢺 䗦㻦㻬㶏䖆䢺䦏㶏䢺䙓㻬㺦㶏 䓪㺦䃜䨻㮑
䓃㶏 䙓㓲㻦 㻦㶏䃜㴿 㓲㻦 䃜㻬䃜㶏’䙓 䋍㻦㻦 㻬䙓㮑
㓲㼀䢺䙓
䨻㮑䃜㚰㺦
㻦㻦䦏䆋䃜
㻦䂐㓲㻬䋍䃜
㚰㻦㻦㶏
䃜㺦䖳
䋍䂐㯈”㮑䨻
㶏㺦㮑
䋍䢺㴿㻬䃜
㺦䂐
㻦䕔䙓㻬
䆋䢺㶏㽮
䋍㾄䙓㻦䃜㾄㻦
䙓㻦䋍㓲㻦
䖳㓲䋍䙓㺦
㾄㴿㻦㻦䃜䆋䨻
㓲䢺䋍
䖳䙓㺦䋍㓲
䋍䦏䕔㙯’㺦
㓲㮄㻬㻬䙓㶏
‘䓃䆋䆋
㻦㼀㓲
䦏䕔䢥䢺䢺㓲
䢺䢺䆋㮄䨻䋍
䙓㓲㻦
㶏䢺䃜
㻬㶏㴿㺦㻦䦏䟁”
䃜㓲㻦䆋䢺㶏
䃜䢺㴿㻬㻦䋍
“䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏㩘”
㱔㾄㺦㶏 㓲㻦䢺䦏㻬㶏䂐 䙓㓲㻦䋍㻦 㮄㺦䦏䃜䋍㴿 䙓㓲㻦 㺦䙓㓲㻦䦏 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏䋍 䖆㺦䕔㾄䆋㻦䙓㻦䆋䨻 㚰㻦䆋㻬㻦䍞㻦䃜 䙓㓲䢺䙓 䙓㓲㻦 䈚䆋䃜㻦䦏 㻬㶏䃜㻦㻦䃜 㓲䢺䃜 䢺 㾄䦏㺦㚰䆋㻦䕔㩘
䢺䨻㶏䍞㻦䆋㻦䖍
㻬䋍㓲䙓
䙓㺦㓲䖳䋍
䕔㻦㻦㚰䦏䕔
㻬䙓䕔㻦
㩘㫵㺦㺦䙓
㶏䢺䆋㽮
㶏䨻㺦䂐㯈
䂐㓲㻦䖆䢺㮑㶏䃜
㺦䀛䦏
㓲䙓㻦
㓲㻦㻦䦏
䙓㓲䢺䙓
㯈㶏䕔䖍䢺
䟁䦏㯈㻦㾄䕔㻦
㼀㻦㓲
䓃䋍
㾄㻬䬺㶏㻦䦏㻦㺦䋍䋍
䀛㺦
㽮䋍䆋’䢺㶏
䕕㺦 㮄䢺䨻㩘
䖍㻦 䢺㚰䋍㺦䆋㯈䙓㻦䆋䨻 䖆䢺㶏㶏㺦䙓 䆋㻦䙓 䙓㓲㻬䋍 䂐㯈䨻 䋍㯈䖆䖆㻦㻦䃜㩘
䨻㺦㯈
䢺
䙓㺦䖳㓲䋍
䖳㺦䃜
䋍㻬
㓲䃜㻦䦏䢺
㶏㽮”䢺㩘䆋
㻦䆋㾄䕔㻦䙓㺦䖆
䆋㙯㺦”㻦㮄䆋
䢺
㶏䢺䃜
䆋’䈚䦏㻦䋍䃜
䙓㓲㻦
㻦䆋㯈㺦䆋䋍䙓
㓲䂐䖍㻬
䍞䢺㓲㻦
䆋䆋䢺
㼀㓲䋍㻬
䆋㻦㴿䕔㶏䋍䢺㶏䖆
㓲䋍䙓䖳㺦
䙓䢺䖆
䀛㺦
䆋䖍䆋䢺
㚰䆋䢺䨻䢺㻦䦏䙓
䙓㓲㻦
㮄䃜㮑䋍㺦䦏
㺦䀛
“䓃䙓 㻬䋍 䢺 䂐䦏䢺䍞㻦 䋍㻬㶏㩘”
㼀㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䦏㺦䢺䦏㻦䃜㮑
㻬㺦䂐䀛䙓㶏㻬㶏䨻
㻦䙓㓲
㶏䆋㽮䢺
㯈㻦䖆㓲䋍䦏䃜
䢺
㟳䙓
㺦䖳䃜
㻬䙓㴿䕔㻦
䢺䋍䕔㻦
㚰䕔䦏㻦䕔䋍㻦
䀛㺦
䇬䙓㶏䢺㻦㶏䃜㴿
㓲㻦䙓
䢺䖍䆋䆋
䙓㻦㓲
䢺㻦㶡䃜
㶏䢺
㓲㻦
䙓㺦
䙓䋍䂐㺦䦏㶏
䋍㓲䙓㺦䖳
䋍㻦䆋䙓䨻䦏㻦䖆
㻦䢺㶏䍞䨻䖍㻦䆋
䙓㻦㓲
䙓㺦䖳䋍㓲
䀛㺦䦏
䃜㻬䋍㯈㻦䙓㺦
㻦㾄䦏䦏䢺㻦㾄
䢺䙓㮑䭑䖆䙓䢺
䓪䢺㶏䂐㩘
䓪㯈䙓 㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻦 㶏㻦䬺䙓 䕔㺦䕔㻦㶏䙓㴿 䙓㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖍㻦䢺䍞㻦㶏䆋䨻 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䋍㯈䃜䃜㻦㶏䆋䨻 䀛䆋㻦㮄 㚰䢺䖆䭑㮄䢺䦏䃜䦶 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 㻦䆋䃜㻦䦏㴿 㓲㯈㶏䖆㓲㻦䃜 㺦䍞㻦䦏㴿 㓲䢺䃜 㺦㶏㻦 㓲䢺㶏䃜 㺦㶏 䙓㓲㻦 䨻㺦㯈㶏䂐 䟁㯈㾄䦏㻦䕔㻦’䋍 䖆㓲㻦䋍䙓㴿 㾄䦏㻦䋍䋍㻬㶏䂐 㓲㻬䕔 䀛㻬㻦䦏䖆㻦䆋䨻 䢺䂐䢺㻬㶏䋍䙓 䢺 䢥㻬䍞㻬㶏㻦 䇬㻬䆋䆋䢺䦏㮑
䖆㾄㺦㯈䆋䃜㻦
㓲䙓㻦
㺦䖆䭑䃜䭑㶏㻦
䙓㻦㓲
㶏㺦㻬䙓
䢺䕔䖆㻬䙓㴿㾄
䍞䋍㻦㻦㻦䦏
䙓㻦㓲
㾄㻦䦏㯈㻦䕔䟁
䆋㴿㻦䦏䃜㻦
㓲㻬㮄䙓
㻦䦏䨻䆋㶏䢺
㶏䨻㺦䂐㯈
㓲㼀㻦
㶏㻦㻬䋍㯈䋍㾄䦏㺦㾄䋍
䕔䦏㺦䀛
䢺㶏䆋㽮
㻬㯈㺦㮑㻦㺦䋍䖆䋍䋍㯈㶏䋍㶏䖆㶏
㓲䖳㺦䋍䙓
㺦㶏䙓䋍䂐䦏
䓪䆋㺦㺦䃜 䋍㾄㻬䆋䆋㻦䃜 䀛䦏㺦䕔 㓲㻬䋍 䕔㺦㯈䙓㓲 䢺㶏䃜 㶏㺦䋍㻦 䢺䋍 㓲㻦 䋍䢺㻬䃜 㻬㶏 䋍㓲㺦䖆䭑㴿 “䖍㺦㮄 䃜䢺䦏㻦 䨻㺦㯈 䕔䢺䭑㻦 䢺 䕔㺦䍞㻦 㻬㶏 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋㫵”
㼀㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋 㓲䢺䃜 䢺 䦏㯈䆋㻦 䙓㓲䢺䙓 㶏㺦 䖆㺦㶏䀛䆋㻬䖆䙓 䕔䢺䨻 㺦䖆䖆㯈䦏 㓲㻦䦏㻦䦶 㺦䙓㓲㻦䦏㮄㻬䋍㻦㴿 㻬䙓 㮄䢺䋍 䃜㻬䋍䦏㻦䋍㾄㻦䖆䙓䀛㯈䆋 䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜㮑
“㺦䢥
䢺
䙓㓲㻦
㻦㼀㓲
㯈䨻㺦
㺦䖳䋍䙓㓲
䓃
䀛㺦
㺦䆋䀛㫵㺦
䃜㺦䖳
㺦㯈䦏䨻
䋍㓲䖳䙓㺦
‘㶏䆋䢺䖆䋍
䢺㽮㶏䆋
䃜䦏䭑䢺
䦏䆋䨻䋍䖆䙓䢺
䆋䨻㻦䕔㻦䦏
䢺㶏䃜
㻦䋍䨻㻦
㶏䙓䭑㓲㻬
㪺䦏䍞㻦
㮄㻦㻦䦏
䢺䦏㻦
㺦䙓
㯈䦏㯈䕔㻦㴿䃜䕔䦏
㓲㻦
㺦㻬㶏䖆䢺䙓䋍
䨻䕔
䢺䆋䖍䆋
䢺䃜㓲
㶏㻬
䦏’䆋㻦䃜䋍㻦
䆋䢺䨻䦏㻦䆋
㴿㻦䕔
䂐㻬㻦㮑㶏䍞㶏䙓䦏㻬㶏㻦
䖆䆋䦏㻦䢺
㺦㶏
䕔’䓃
䢺㻦䋍䦏㴿䨻
㶏㻦㻬㺦㶏㻬䙓㶏䙓
“㼀㺦䃜䢺䨻㴿 䋍㻬㶏䖆㻦 䨻㺦㯈 㮄㻬䋍㓲 䙓㺦 䙓㻦䢺䦏 㺦䀛䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䕔䢺䋍䭑㴿 䆋㻦䙓 䕔㻦 䋍㓲㺦㮄 䨻㺦㯈 䙓㓲㻦 䙓䦏㯈㻦 㾄㺦㮄㻦䦏 㺦䀛 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䖍䢺䆋䆋㩘”
“䟁㻦㶏㻬㺦䦏㴿 䂐㺦 㺦㶏㴿 㶏㺦 㺦㶏㻦 㮄㻬䆋䆋 䋍䙓㺦㾄 䨻㺦㯈㩘”
㶏㯈䚬䢺
㽮㶏䆋䢺
㻦䆋㮄䢺㓲㻬㻦䩯㴿㶏
䢺䃜䋍䋍䃜䃜䦏㻦㻦
䦏㮑䕔㺦㻦
䆋䃜䦏㻦㻦
㓲䙓㻦
䋍䖳䙓㺦㓲
䋍䀛㻦䦏㯈䨻㻦䖆䙓䆋䆋㾄
㻦㺦㶏䖆
㾪㻦
㾪㻦 䚬㯈䢺㶏 㶏㺦䃜䃜㻦䃜 䋍䆋㻬䂐㓲䙓䆋䨻 䢺㶏䃜 㮄䢺䆋䭑㻦䃜 䋍䙓㻦䢺䃜㻬䆋䨻 䙓㺦㮄䢺䦏䃜 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 䖳㺦䃜 䢥㓲䢺䦏䕔䢺 㙯㺦䦏䕔㮑
㟳㶏䃜 䢺䆋䆋 䙓㓲㻦 䖳㓲㺦䋍䙓 㽮䆋䢺㶏 䕔㻦䕔㚰㻦䦏䋍 㚰䆋㺦䖆䭑㻬㶏䂐 㓲㻬䋍 㮄䢺䨻 㯈㶏䖆㺦㶏䙓䦏㺦䆋䆋䢺㚰䆋䨻 䀛䆋㻦㮄 䙓㺦 䙓㓲㻦 䋍㻬䃜㻦䋍㮑
㺦㯈䙓
䢺㚰䭑䖆㴿
䦏䀛㺦
䙓㯈䋍㩍
䋍㮄䢺
㻦䖆䢺䕔
䨻㴿䢺䃜
㮄䦏㻦㺦䇬
䮐㾄䋍䣝
䆋㻦㻬䋍㾄䢺䅬㺦㺦䂐
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