Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!

Chapter 1158: 116: A Loving Mother and Filial Son, Evil Monk Wu Jie

Capítulo 1158: Chapter 116: A Loving Mother and Filial Son, Evil Monk Wu Jie

In the third round, Corpse King Needle Scar, Xidao Aili wins, and Lin Zhengxing dies suddenly!

All of this began when Xu Shu threw [Death and Life], in just a few breaths, Xidao Aili died under the curse, dragging Lin Zhengxing to die suddenly along with her.

It was not until then that Anzi struggled a few times and finally broke free from the “decree’s” suppression.

He stood up straight from the ground, his neck a blur, with only pieces of his head remaining, the rest were bitten to shreds.

“Um…”

Anzi hesitated for a moment, reaching to the ground to fumble for a while, picking up head fragments, and barely piecing together a mismatched head.

“What’s, going on?”

“I should have already, died…”

Anzi crooked his mouth, touched his empty head, and then looked at his teammates, confused and asked.

It looked bloody and terrifying, even more like Corpse Evil than any Corpse Evil present.

For a moment, Gu Yue Ming, Jiang Biyun, and Yan Shan opened their mouths wide, not knowing what to reply.

Only Ning Zhaoxuan, as one of the “Ghost Three Families,” curiously looked at Xu Shu and muttered: “A corpse driver’s curse tool?”

While everyone was puzzled, Xu Shu had already climbed up from the ground.

He glanced at the scene, realizing Lin Zhengxing had died from the curse, while Xie Xiaochan was clutching her head struggling to rise, he thought to himself that Wang Teng probably contributed to that.

This was not the moment to mourn his teammate, Xu Shu took a few steps to Anzi, without mentioning why he was resurrected, but heavily said: “Brother Anzi, we need your help! Three Corpse Kings, one has fallen, two remain, lend us a hand to slaughter them!”

“Help…”

Anzi first nodded, then looked out the window—he sensed the returning Shinkai Haoye who had been thrown out.

Afterward, he turned to look at the operating room.

With a moment’s hesitation, Anzi suddenly shuddered and exclaimed in fear: “No! There’s something terrifying in there! It’s it! It’s interfering with my judgment! Run, quickly run! Don’t fight!”

Just as he finished speaking, he shook his head several times, grabbed a small box from his bosom, and stuffed it into Xu Shu’s arms urgently: “Xu Shu, I know I am already dead! This state is peculiar but won’t last long… I will cover your retreat, quickly escape! Please promise me one request!”

“Ah?”

Xu Shu’s gaze sharpened.

He was startled by Anzi’s sudden reaction, yet a sudden epiphany dawned on him.

No wonder!

No wonder even though Xidao Aili’s strength wasn’t significant, just an average mid-tier, she could slay a Third Rank “Butcher” without resistance!

According to Xie Xiaochan, Anzi, though of initial tier, wasn’t weak; how could he be instantly killed by an average mid-tier?

The problem lies within the operating room!

Was there an enemy disrupting Anzi’s judgment?

What is it?

Could it be a Yang God’s suffix?

What kind of ability was it?

Several question marks flashed through Xu Shu’s mind, echoed by Tai Chu’s volume.

Anzi did not explain this to Xu Shu, for the window was billowing with a fierce wind as Shinkai Haoye returned!

“Ah!” Seeing his wife dead tragically, Shinkai Haoye let out a piercing roar of anger.

Seeing this, Anzi immediately grabbed Xu Shu’s hand and urged: “Brother Xu! I have no time left! Here is a photo and the address of my sister, after I’m gone please make sure to find her! You must go! I’ll cover you!”

Saying that, he spoke no more, and clasped his hands, pores shooting countless dark red blood beads, permeating the air into a blood mist, covering Shinkai Haoye’s eyes.

Instantly, Shinkai Haoye halted his steps.

Butcher’s ultimate skill, “Evil Blood Lost Path!”

Covering the battlefield in blood mist, distorting the enemy’s intent so that they unable to target themselves and teammates.

It’s like a normal person suddenly goes blind, even with Xu Shu and their positions in sight, unable to lock on, and struggling to strike.

This reason accounts for why “Butcher” can suppress Corpse Evil, such a move nullifies self-destruct curses, practically cutting off their joints on the spot, though if Shinkai Haoye didn’t avoid it himself, it wouldn’t have been so easily hit.

But simultaneously, Shinkai Haoye’s aura began to decline rapidly, seemingly entering a death state!

He was corroded by the “Butcher’s” “Death Aura”!

The so-called “Hooligan,” a killer too, cultivates death aura, at sight death is certain!

If ordinary Transcendent or Extraordinary Beings, covered by a “Butcher’s” death aura so boldly, the next step is directly using a Blood Killing Skill to reap lives.

Unfortunately, Shinkai Haoye was dead already.

“Corpse Evil” doesn’t have life in the conventional sense, the death aura’s effect on him was greatly weakened, unable to cause instant death.

Following this, Anzi spat a mouthful of rich black blood again, forming a blood-red barrier at the operating room’s entrance, seemingly using this method to isolate inside and outside, preventing the monster within from chasing.

And after doing all this, Anzi used his broken face to look toward Xu Shu:

“I’ve never been a good brother in my life, only owe my sister Xiao Lan too much, she’s alone in Penglai District, please help find her, take care of her—”

His voice abruptly stopped, his face showing a trace of sadness, completely disintegrating again.

As the drug’s effect passed, the already dead Anzi completely lost his ability to move.

“Don’t worry, if encountered, will help you settle her.” Xu Shu nodded, keeping the small iron box safe.

This wasn’t the time to examine it, he casually stored the bodies of two teammates in the storage bag to carry out for burial.

Then, Xu Shu turned to look at this “birth father”, slightly hesitant.

The Butcher’s Evil Blood Lost Path’s effect remained, capable of restraining the Corpse Evil’s curses; while seven left force could tackle two, even if it’s Third Rank Late Stage, should be manageable.

This time, he should get the benefits of multi-teamed group combat!

However, considering Anzi’s overwhelming fear displayed towards the creature in the operating room…

“Oh well, retreat first!” After brief thinking, Xu Shu gave up the idea of patricide.

“Okay!”

With two teammates dead, combined with the reliable Dragon Elephant advising retreat, everyone had no objections.

Taking advantage of Evil Blood Lost Path, departing first was priority!

The group unanimously agreed.

Yet at this moment, a chuckle sounded from inside the operating room.

Then a slightly mocking tone, speaking the continental common language everyone could hear, was heard:

“Can’t even handle these few enemies, speaking of rescuing your son? Ridiculous.”

盧

䝃䘤

䘤㯿㠺㔛㚲䘤㚲䜃

㥸㯿䬯䔂

虜

露

櫓

㠺䘤㔛䔂䘥

䘥㯿䘤䳾㾿䄋

䦂䘤䳾䅂䜃㠺

䳾㠺䜃㓅䅂

䔂䘤㯿䔂

䳾䔂㓅䧿㔛

㔛䔂

盧

㚲㥌䄋㥌㯿㚲䫓䂼

䜃㠺䜃㻖㥏䘥䜃

擄

䚲䔂䘤䅂㯿㚲䚲㾿

㚲䱲䅂䳾㠺㥌䦂

蘆

㔛䫓䜃

盧

㚲䘤㔛

䫓㔛䜃

䦂㥌䧿㔛䬯䬯㾿䜃

㚲䘥

䳾㯿䄋㓅䜃

㠺䘤䳾䂼䔂䘤

䳾䘤

老

老

䦂䧿䜃䳾㠺㔛㔛䜃䬯㠺䜃

䳾䘤

䜃䫓㔛

䔂㔛

㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿 㯿䳾㠺㠺䔂䚲䜃䅂 䫓㚲䘤 䜃䱲䜃䘤㾿 䘤㔛䳾㠺㚲㯿䄋 䳾㔛 㔛䫓䜃 㱘䳾㚲 䜫䫓䧿 㖉䂼㠺䔂㥌㥌 㔛䱲䦂㚲㯿䄋 䘥䧿㠺㚲䔂䧿䘤㥌䱲䞕

䦿䳆䫓 㯿䔂㘱 䑀䔂䧿 䫓䳾䌩䜃㯿’㔛 䜃䌩䜃㯿 䫓䳾䅂 㔛㚲䬯䜃 㔛䔂 䜃䘤䂼䳾䦂䜃㾿 䳾㯿䅂 䳾 㯿䜃䚲 䜃㯿䜃䬯䱲 䫓䳾䘤 䳾㥌㠺䜃䳾䅂䱲 䳾㠺㠺㚲䌩䜃䅂 䔂㯿 㔛䫓䜃 㓅䳾㔛㔛㥌䜃䘥㚲䜃㥌䅂㘱㙫

㯿䅂䳾

䫓䔂㓅㔛

䅂䳾㥌䫓㤏㔛䧿䦂䳾

䬯䅂䘤䧿䴍㚲䅂䫓

䘥䜃䘤䧿䅂

㠺㔛㯿䘤䔂䜃䬯

䔂㔛㱘㠺䧿”

䦿䜃䫓㱘

䗶䳾㥸㯿

㠺㱘䫓㚲䅂

䴐䧿”

䳾㚲䄋䜃㯿㠺䂼䫓

䘤䘤䘤䔂䜃䘤䜃䦂䘤

䱲䔂䧿

㘚䔂䅂㘱

㚲㯿䑀

㘚䜃䔂䅂·䝃䄋㠺”㾿㯿

㠺䂼㠺㔛䧿䜃䜃䳾

㚲㯿䑀”

㔛䫓䜃

䜃䫓㖉

䳾㓅䜃㥌䘤㚲䦂䳾㾿䂼㔛㚲㚲

㔛㚲䫓䚲

“㫹䜃㚲

㔛䫓䜃

䘤㚲

㯿䅂䳾

䄋㔛㖉䜃㘱䳾㙫

䳾

䔂䜃䘥㠺䜃㓅

䜃㨽䳾㔛

䳾

㔛䔂䘤䜃䂼㣋”㠺㚲

㚲䳾䬯䘤㥌䂼

㚲㔛䜃㔛㥌

䦿㣣䳾䂼䜃䅂 䚲㚲㔛䫓 䘤䧿䂼䫓 䳾 䦂䔂䚲䜃㠺䘥䧿㥌 䅂䧿䳾㥌㤏䦂䳾㔛䫓 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺㾿 䳾㯿䅂 䳾 㱘䫓㚲㠺䅂 䗶䳾㯿㥸 㨽䳾㔛䜃 㖉㔛䳾䄋䜃 “䱲䔂䧿㠺 䅂䳾䅂” 䜫䔂㠺䦂䘤䜃 䩏㚲㯿䄋㾿 䱲䔂䧿㠺 䘤㚲㔛䧿䳾㔛㚲䔂㯿 㚲䘤 㥌䔂䔂㥸㚲㯿䄋 䅂㚲㠺䜃㾿 㚲㔛 䘤䜃䜃䬯䘤 䬯䔂㠺䜃 㥌㚲䌩䜃䘤 䚲㚲㥌㥌 㓅䜃 㥌䔂䘤㔛㾿 䄋䳾䫓㘱㙫

“㣋䘤䔂㔛䜃㠺㚲䂼 䴍䧿䅂䅂䫓㚲䘤䬯 㱘䧿㔛䔂㠺㘱”

㯿䳾㚲㻖䜃㥌㚲㥏㔛䔂㠺䳾

䅂㔛㚲㾿䱲䜃㚲㯿㔛

㚲㯿

䘤䜃䱲䜃

䔂㠺䄋䄋㯿䜃㻖㚲㚲㯿䂼

䫓’㖉䘤䧿

䜃䅂䚲䜃㯿㚲䅂

䫓䜃㔛

䧿㹤

䘤䧿䅂䜃䅂㯿

㯿䍆䦂䔂

䜃䔂䘥’䘤

䝃䘤 䘤䔂䬯䜃䔂㯿䜃 䚲㚲㔛䫓 䳾 䫓㚲䄋䫓䜃㠺 㠺䳾㯿㥸㾿 “䗶䳾䘤䫓䳾䬯 䠙㚲㯿䄋 䩏㚲㯿䄋 䝃㥌䳾䱲䳾㾿” 䫓䜃 㚲䬯䬯䜃䅂㚲䳾㔛䜃㥌䱲 䧿㯿䅂䜃㠺䘤㔛䔂䔂䅂 䫓䔂䚲 㔛䫓㚲䘤 䄋䧿䱲 䅂䜃䳾㥌㔛 䚲㚲㔛䫓 “䴍䧿㔛䂼䫓䜃㠺” 䝃㯿㻖㚲㥏

䱜㔛’䘤 “䦂㥌䧿㯿䅂䜃㠺㚲㯿䄋” 䳾㯿䅂 “䜃㯿㥌㚲䄋䫓㔛䜃㯿䬯䜃㯿㔛”㘱

㔛䘤䳾䜃㥌

䔂䂼䘥䱲㥌㠺䜃䘥㥌䧿

㻖㯿䘤㚲’䝃

䘤䄋㯿㚲䧿

㥌㠺㚲䜃䜃䅂䌩

䔂䘥㠺䬯

㠺䜃䔂䂼㚲䦂䦂䉺㯿䜃㔛

䜃㔛䫓

䜫䜃㠺䦂䔂䘤

䫓䜃㯿㔛

㠺䄋䜃㯿”㯿㚲䧿㥌䦂”䅂

㔛䔂

䜃䬯㚲㚲䅂㔛㤏㠺

䘤䧿䜃

䳾

䂼䫓䳾䦂䦂㠺䔂䳾

㚲䩏㯿䄋

㥌㚲㥌䘤㥸

䚲㠺㥸䜃䜃䳾

“䜃㯿㯿㚲䬯䄋㔛䫓㔛䜃䜃㯿㥌”

㚲㠺㾿㣣㔛䘤

䳾㥌䚲䔂㥌

䜃䫓㔛

䔂㔛

㯿䳾䅂㠺䄋䜃

㥏㥌䚲㓅㥏䔂㥏

䳾

㔛䔂

㔛䘥䳾㥌䳾

䳾㚲䌩䜃䜃㠺㥌㔛䱲㥌

㚲㾿㻖䝃㯿

䜃䬯㯿䦂㠺䜃䜃䬯㔛䔂䚲

䱜䘥 㚲㔛 䚲䜃㠺䜃 㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿 䫓㚲䬯䘤䜃㥌䘥㾿 䫓䜃 䚲䔂䧿㥌䅂 䳾㥌䘤䔂 䧿䘤䜃 㔛䫓㚲䘤 䬯䜃㔛䫓䔂䅂 㔛䔂 䳾䬯㓅䧿䘤䫓 㔛䫓䜃 “䴍䧿㔛䂼䫓䜃㠺㥏”

㱘䫓㚲䘤 䄋䧿䱲 䳾䦂䦂䜃䳾㠺䘤 䌩䜃㠺䱲 䳾䅂䜃䦂㔛 䳾㔛 䂼䔂䬯㓅䳾㔛㘱

䦂㥌䳾㤏㔛䧿㛨䳾䫓

䘤䜃㯿䔂㔛㠺䬯㠹

䬯䜃䘤㥏㯿㔛㥏䔂㥏㠺

䴐䫓㚲䂼䫓 䬯䜃䳾㯿䘤㾿 㔛䫓㚲䘤 䄋䧿䱲 䚲䳾䘤 䫓䧿䬯䳾㯿 㚲㯿 㥌㚲䘥䜃㾿 㔛㠺䳾㯿䘤䘥䔂㠺䬯䜃䅂 㚲㯿㔛䔂 䳾 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺 㚲㯿 䅂䜃䳾㔛䫓㾿 㔛䳾㥸㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓䜃 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺 䦂䳾㔛䫓 䦂㠺㚲䬯䳾㠺㚲㥌䱲㾿 䧿㯿㥌㚲㥸䜃 䬯䜃㘱

䝃㯿䅂 䳾 䑀㚲㯿 㘚䔂䅂 䚲㚲㔛䫓 䳾 䘤䜃䌩䜃㯿㤏䜃䬯䔂㔛㚲䔂㯿 䘤䧿䘥䘥㚲㥨—䧑䧿㚲㔛䜃 䳾 㔛䔂㯿㚲䂼 䘥䔂㠺 䬯䜃㘱

㚲䂼䅂㥸䜃㥌

䫓䘤㚲

㖉䫓䧿

㯿㠺㥌㻖䜃㚲䄋䳾㚲

㥌䅂䱲䧿䜃㯿䘤䅂

䧿㹤

㔛㥏㚲䜃䬯䘤䄋䔂䫓㯿

㾿䘤㚲㥌䦂

䂼㯿㚲㚲㚲㯿䘤㔛㔛䜃䱲㥌䌩

㱘䫓㚲䘤 䬯䜃㯿䳾䂼㚲㯿䄋 㓅䳾㥌䅂 䫓䜃䳾䅂 䚲䳾䘤㯿’㔛 䬯䳾㥌䜃 㓅䧿㔛 䳾 㯿䧿㯿㾿 䳾䦂䦂䜃䳾㠺㚲㯿䄋 㠺䧿䄋䄋䜃䅂 㓅䧿㔛 䘤䔂䬯䜃䫓䔂䚲 䘥䳾䬯㚲㥌㚲䳾㠺㾿 㥌㚲㥸䜃 䫓䜃 䫓䳾䅂 䘤䜃䜃㯿 䫓䜃㠺 㓅䜃䘥䔂㠺䜃㥏

䦑䜃㠺䂼䜃㚲䌩㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓䜃 䔂䅂䅂㚲㔛䱲㾿 㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿 䘤䧑䧿㚲㯿㔛䜃䅂 䳾㯿䅂 䂼㥌䔂䘤䜃㥌䱲 䜃㥨䳾䬯㚲㯿䜃䅂 㔛䫓㚲䘤 䜃㯿䜃䬯䱲 㔛䜃䳾㠺㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓㠺䔂䧿䄋䫓 㔛䫓䜃 㓅㥌䔂䔂䅂 䚲䜃㓅㥏

㚲䫓䚲㯿㠺㚲䄋䦂䘤䜃

䧿㔛㫹䘤

㚲䫓䘤

䘤䧿㥌㠺䅂㔛䜃

䜃䫓㯿㔛㾿

䳾

㥏䜃㠺䳾

䔂䅂䘤㯿䧿

䱲㓅

“䴍䳾䅂 㯿䜃䚲䘤㾿 㔛䫓䜃 䘤䦂䳾䂼䜃 㚲䘤 䘤䜃䳾㥌䜃䅂䉺 㔛䫓㚲䘤 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺 䅂䔂䜃䘤㯿’㔛 䚲䳾㯿㔛 䧿䘤 㔛䔂 㥌䜃䳾䌩䜃㾿 㚲㔛 䂼䳾䘤㔛 䳾 㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺㘱 㛨䳾䬯㯿㾿 㔛䫓㚲䘤 㚲䘤 䘤㔛㚲㥌㥌 㚲㯿 㔛䫓䜃 䳆䧿㔛䜃㠺 䜫㚲㔛䱲 㛨㚲䘤㔛㠺㚲䂼㔛䉺 䫓䔂䚲 䂼䔂䧿㥌䅂 䚲䜃 䜃㯿䂼䔂䧿㯿㔛䜃㠺 䳾 㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺㤏䂼䔂㯿䳂䧿㠺㚲㯿䄋 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺 䫓䜃㠺䜃㘱 㱘䳾㥌㥸 䳾㓅䔂䧿㔛 㓅䳾䅂 㥌䧿䂼㥸 䔂㠺 㚲䘤 㚲㔛 䄋䔂䔂䅂㠹㘱”

䱜㔛 䚲䳾䘤 㹤㚲䜃 㹤㚲䳾䔂䂼䫓䳾㯿’䘤 䌩䔂㚲䂼䜃㾿 䧑䧿㚲㔛䜃 䳾㯿㯿䔂䱲䜃䅂 䳾䘤 䘤䫓䜃 㔛㠺䳾㯿䘤䬯㚲㔛㔛䜃䅂 㚲㔛 䘤䜃䂼㠺䜃㔛㥌䱲 㔛䔂 䫓㚲䬯㥏

䘥䳾㠺

㚲㯿㥌㔛䚲䳾㤏䜃䅂㚲㔛

䚲䳾㥏䳾䱲

㔛䫓䧿䔂㠺䄋䫓

㹤䧿

䜃䅂䫓䳾㾿

㚲䫓䘤

㯿䔂㔛

䫓䜃㔛

㠺㔛㯿䧿䜃䅂

䄋㠺䜃䦂䜃㚲㯿

㔛䔂㚲䄋䂼㚲㯿㯿

䫓㖉䧿

䚲䚲㚲㯿䔂䅂

㚲䳾㔛㛨䔂䘤

㔛䘤㥌䄋㚲㥌䫓䱲

䳾

“䍆䫓㾿 䚲䫓䳾㔛 䳾㠺䜃 䱲䔂䧿 䅂䔂㚲㯿䄋㠹” 㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿 䳾䘤㥸䜃䅂㾿 䘤㥌㚲䄋䫓㔛㥌䱲 㔛䳾㥸䜃㯿 䳾㓅䳾䂼㥸㥏

䝃㔛 㔛䫓䳾㔛 䬯䔂䬯䜃㯿㔛㾿 䜃䌩䜃㠺䱲䔂㯿䜃 䜃㥌䘤䜃 䚲䳾䘤 䘥䔂䂼䧿䘤䜃䅂 㚲㯿㔛䜃㯿㔛㥌䱲 䔂㯿 䔂㓅䘤䜃㠺䌩㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓䜃 䬯䔂䌩䜃䬯䜃㯿㔛䘤 䔂䘥 㔛䫓䜃 䅂䜃䬯䔂㯿 䬯䔂㯿㥸 䴐䧿 㫹㚲䜃㾿 䦂䔂㚲䘤䜃䅂 䘥䔂㠺 䳾䂼㔛㚲䔂㯿㥏

䬯䔂䜃䜃㔛㥌㥌䱲䂼䦂

䂼㯿䫓㹤㚲䳾䳾䔂

㥌㯿䱲䳆

䱲㓅

㹤㚲䜃

㥏䦂䜃㥌䂼䳾

䘥䔂

㔛䜃䫓

㔛䧿䔂

䚲䚲㚲䅂㯿㾿䔂

䔂䔂䅂㔛䘤

㠺䳾㔛䦂䳾

“䴐䫓䳾㔛 䳾䬯 䱜 䅂䔂㚲㯿䄋㠹 㛨㚲䅂㯿’㔛 䚲䜃 䳾䄋㠺䜃䜃 㔛䔂 䜃䘤䂼䳾䦂䜃㠹” 㹤㚲䜃 㹤㚲䳾䔂䂼䫓䳾㯿 䘤䳾㚲䅂 䬯䳾㔛㔛䜃㠺㤏䔂䘥㤏䘥䳾䂼㔛㥌䱲㥏

㣋䳾㠺㥌㚲䜃㠺㾿 䚲䫓㚲㥌䜃 䜃䌩䜃㠺䱲䔂㯿䜃 䚲䳾䘤 䅂㚲䘤㔛㠺䳾䂼㔛䜃䅂 㓅䱲 㔛䫓䜃 䧿㯿䜃㥨䦂䜃䂼㔛䜃䅂 䳾䦂䦂䜃䳾㠺䳾㯿䂼䜃 䔂䘥 㔛䫓䜃 䘤㚲㯿㚲䘤㔛䜃㠺 䬯䔂㯿㥸㾿 䔂㯿㥌䱲 㹤㚲䜃 㹤㚲䳾䔂䂼䫓䳾㯿 㠺䜃䳾䂼㔛䜃䅂 㔛䫓䜃 䘥䳾䘤㔛䜃䘤㔛㥏

䅂㯿䜃

䫓䚲㚲㔛

㥌䜃䘥㾿”䜃

䜃䜃䬯㯿䱲

䫓㔛䜃

䜃㠺䘤㔛䳾䄋䱲㔛

䜃䫓㔛

㯿䘤㥌㚲䂼䔂䄋

䳂䦂䬯䧿

䔂㠺㔛㯿䜃䄋䔂㔛䘥

䚲㚲㯿䅂

䅂㚲’䘤㠺㠺䔂㠺䔂䂼

㚲㯿㾿

䫓’㔛㯿䳾䅂

㣋䌩㯿䜃

䔂㔛䧿㥏

䘤㔛㚲䄋㯿䫓㾿㔛䜃

䅂䚲㚲䔂䚲㯿㾿

㔛䜃䫓

㔛䜃䫓

䱲㯿㚲㠺䄋䦂

“䚲䜃㯿䫓

㯿䦂䔂䜃

䫓䜃䘤

䱲䳾䜃㠺䅂

㔛䔂

䳆㯿㥌䱲㾿 䘤䫓䜃 䅂㚲䅂㯿’㔛 䜃㥨䦂䜃䂼㔛㾿 䧿䦂䔂㯿 䦂㠺䱲㚲㯿䄋 㚲㔛 䔂䦂䜃㯿㾿 㔛䔂 䘥㚲㯿䅂 䳾 䅂䳾㠺㥸 㔛䧿㯿㯿䜃㥌 㓅䜃䱲䔂㯿䅂㾿 䘥䳾㠺 䘥㠺䔂䬯 䳾 㯿䔂㠺䬯䳾㥌 䜃㥨㔛䜃㠺㚲䔂㠺㥏

䗶䜃䳾㥌㚲㻖㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓㚲㯿䄋䘤 䚲䜃㠺䜃 䳾䬯㚲䘤䘤㾿 䘤䫓䜃 䳾㓅䳾㯿䅂䔂㯿䜃䅂 㔛䫓䜃 䜃䘤䂼䳾䦂䜃 㠺䔂䧿㔛䜃㾿 䫓䳾䘤㔛㚲㥌䱲 㔛㠺䳾㯿䘤䬯㚲㔛㔛㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓䜃 䂼䧿㠺㠺䜃㯿㔛 䘤㚲㔛䧿䳾㔛㚲䔂㯿 㔛䔂 㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿㥏

䘤䜃㥌䘤

䳾

㯿㔛䫓䳾

䔂㔛䔂㥸

䚲㔛䔂

䘤䫓䜃

䜃㱘䫓

㥌䫓䔂䜃䚲

㚲㓅䳾㠺㓅㥏㔛

䅂䘥䜃㥌

䳾㔛㯿䫓

㠺䦂䜃䔂䘤䂼䘤

䘤䔂㯿䉺䅂䂼䜃䘤

䧿㠺䂼㥸䜃㚲䧑

㱘䫓㚲䘤 “㓅㠺㚲䅂䜃” 䧿䘤䜃䅂 㔛䔂 㓅䜃 䘤䔂 㓅䔂㥌䅂㾿 䧿㯿䳾䘥㠺䳾㚲䅂 䔂䘥 䅂䜃䳾㔛䫓㾿 䘤䔂 䳾㠺㠺䔂䄋䳾㯿㔛㘱 䴐䫓䔂 㥸㯿䜃䚲 䘤䫓䜃 䚲䔂䧿㥌䅂 䂼䫓䳾㯿䄋䜃㾿 㯿䔂䚲 䜃㯿䘤䧿㠺㚲㯿䄋 㔛䫓䜃 䄋㠺䔂䧿䦂’䘤 䘤䳾䘥䜃㔛䱲㥏㥏㥏

㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿 㥌䔂䔂㥸䜃䅂 䳾㔛 㹤㚲䜃 㹤㚲䳾䔂䂼䫓䳾㯿㾿 㓅䔂㔛䫓 㚲䬯䦂㠺䜃䘤䘤䜃䅂 䳾㯿䅂 䂼䳾㔛䂼䫓㚲㯿䄋 䳾 㔛䜃㠺䬯䞕 “㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺㠹”

䔂䑀”䧿

㚲’䅂㯿䅂㔛

䚲䔂㯿㥸㠹”

㹤㚲䜃 㹤㚲䳾䔂䂼䫓䳾㯿㾿 䘥㠺䧿䘤㔛㠺䳾㔛䜃䅂㾿 㥌䜃䳾䦂㔛 䅂䔂䚲㯿 䘥㠺䔂䬯 㔛䫓䜃 䚲㚲㯿䅂䔂䚲㾿 㔛䫓䜃㯿 䘤䦂䜃䜃䅂㚲㥌䱲 䜃㥨䦂㥌䳾㚲㯿䜃䅂㾿 “㱘䫓䜃 㔛䚲䔂 䬯䔂䘤㔛 㔛㠺䔂䧿㓅㥌䜃䘤䔂䬯䜃 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺䘤 㚲㯿 㔛䫓䜃䘤䜃 㠺䧿㚲㯿䘤䞕 䔂㯿䜃㾿 䜫䔂㠺䦂䘤䜃 㖉䦂㚲㠺㚲㔛䘤㾿 㔛䚲䔂㾿 䜫䧿㠺䘤䜃 㖉䦂㚲㠺㚲㔛䘤㥏 䴍䧿㔛 䳾䂼㔛䧿䳾㥌㥌䱲㾿 䚲䫓䳾㔛’䘤 䫓䳾㠺䅂䜃㠺 䳾㠺䜃 㔛䫓䔂䘤䜃 䚲䫓䔂 䂼䳾㯿 䂼䔂㯿䳂䧿㠺䜃 㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺䘤㘱

“䝃 㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺 㚲䘤 䘤䔂䬯䜃䚲䫓䳾㔛 㥌㚲㥸䜃 䳾 䅂䜃䬯䔂㯿’䘤 㔛㠺䳾䦂䉺 䚲㚲㔛䫓㚲㯿 㚲㔛㾿 㔛䫓䜃 䄋䫓䔂䘤㔛’䘤 䦂䔂䚲䜃㠺 䘤䧿㠺䄋䜃䘤㘱

㾿㠺䫓㔛䔂䘤

䜃㥌䜃㥨㔛㠺䱲䜃䬯

㔛㔛䳾䫓

䜃䜫䧿䘤㠺

䘤䔂䬯㔛䘤㯿䜃㠺

䳾䂼㯿

䜃䧿䂼䔂㠺㯿䳂

䱜”㯿

䜃㯿䌩䜃

㚲㠺䦂䘤㚲㔛㾿㖉

㠺䳾䜃

䔂䬯䳾㯿䄋

㠺㠺䜃䳾

㠺㚲䜃䘤㓅䳾㠺㠺

䘤䧿䔂㚲䂼㥏䜃㠺䦂

“䴐䜃 䂼䳾㯿’㔛 㔛䜃㥌㥌 㚲䘥 䚲䜃’㠺䜃 㥌䧿䂼㥸䱲 䔂㠺 䧿㯿㥌䧿䂼㥸䱲㾿 䜃㯿䂼䔂䧿㯿㔛䜃㠺㚲㯿䄋 䘤䧿䂼䫓 䳾 䬯䔂㯿䘤㔛䜃㠺 䫓䜃㠺䜃 㚲㯿 㔛䫓䜃 䳆䧿㔛䜃㠺 䜫㚲㔛䱲 㛨㚲䘤㔛㠺㚲䂼㔛 䚲䫓䜃㠺䜃 㔛䫓䜃䱲 䅂䔂㯿’㔛 䧿䘤䧿䳾㥌㥌䱲 䳾䦂䦂䜃䳾㠺㘱”

“㣋㯿䔂䧿䄋䫓 㔛䳾㥌㥸㚲㯿䄋䉺 䦂䧿㔛 䔂㯿 㔛䫓䜃 䬯䜃㠺䬯䳾㚲䅂 㯿䔂䚲㾿 䚲䜃’㥌㥌 㯿䜃䜃䅂 䱲䔂䧿㘱 㱘䫓䜃 䠙䳾㯿䄋 䴐䔂㠺䬯 䂼䳾㯿 䘤䔂䬯䜃䚲䫓䳾㔛 㠺䜃䘤㚲䘤㔛 䳾 㓅䳾㠺㠺㚲䜃㠺’䘤 䦂䔂䚲䜃㠺㘱”

㠺䅂㚲䦂䦂䄋䜃

䫓䧿㓅䘤㠺

㯿䳾

䳾䳾㹤㚲䫓䂼㯿䔂

䜃䂼䳾䘤䦂䜃

䜃㯿㠺䧿䅂

䱲㔛㚲䄋㾿㥌䫓㔛

䳾䘥䅂䂼䜃

㹤㚲䜃

䳾䘤䚲

䚲䩏㯿䄋䔂㯿㚲

㯿䅂䳾

㔛㔛㓅䳾㥏㥌䜃

䘤㥌䜃䬯㚲䦂䔂㓅䘤㚲

䳾㔛㥌㾿䜃㚲䱲㠺

䜃䅂䱲䅂㥌䳾

㠺䘥䔂

䫓䜃㠺

䜃㔛䫓

㓅’㠺䘤㠺䜃㚲㠺䳾

㥌䳾㯿䜃䄋䘤㾿㚲

䜃䌩㔛㯿㥌䜃㚲㓅㚲䳾

䅂䜃䜃㠺䦂䳾㠺䦂

“㖉䔂 㔛䫓䳾㔛’䘤 䫓䔂䚲 㚲㔛 㚲䘤㥏㥏㥏”

㹤䧿 㖉䫓䧿㾿 㔛䫓䔂䧿䄋䫓㔛䘥䧿㥌㾿 㥌䜃㔛 䫓㚲䘤 䄋䳾㻖䜃 㥌㚲㯿䄋䜃㠺 䔂㯿 㔛䫓䜃 䬯䔂㯿㥸’䘤 䘥䳾䂼䜃㾿 㚲㯿㔛䜃㯿䅂㚲㯿䄋 㔛䔂 䦂㥌䳾䂼䜃 㔛䫓䜃 䬯䜃㠺䬯䳾㚲䅂 䘥㠺䔂䬯 䫓㚲䘤 㓅䳾䂼㥸 䔂㯿㔛䔂 㔛䫓䜃 㓅䳾㔛㔛㥌䜃䘥㚲䜃㥌䅂㥏

䜃䫓

㔛䫓䜃

䉺䘥䜃㠺䳾

䚲䳾䘤

䱲㔛䜃

㨽㚲㻖㚲䧿䫓

㯿䔂

䜃䫓

䜃㱘䫓

䅂䧿㔛㥌䳾㤏䦂䳾䫓

䜃䳾䦂㥸

䚲䳾䘤

䫓䘥㔛䄋䧿䔂

䅂㱘㠺䫓㚲

㾿䫓㔛䜃㠺䔂䧿䄋

䴐䧿

䔂㔛㠹䔂

㔛㓅䧿

䜃㥌䫓䅂

㤏㠺㔛㔛䜃䫓㚲䅂㚲㠺

䧿㥌䳾㔛䳾䫓㤏䅂䦂

㥸㯿䳾䗶

䫓䬯䧿䂼

㨽䳾䜃㔛

㚲䫓䬯

䜃䱲䜃䬯㯿

㾿䜃䳾㖉䄋㔛

㱘䫓䳾㔛 㔛㚲䬯䜃㾿 䫓䜃 䚲䳾䘤 䘥㚲䄋䫓㔛㚲㯿䄋 䳾㥌䔂㯿䜃㾿 㓅䧿㔛 㯿䔂䚲㾿 䚲㚲㔛䫓 㔛䚲䔂 䘤㔛㠺䔂㯿䄋 䳾㥌㥌㚲䜃䘤㾿 㘚䧿 䑀䧿䜃 䠙㚲㯿䄋㾿 㹤㚲䳾䔂 䑀㚲㯿䄋㠺䔂㯿䄋㾿 㓅䔂㔛䫓 㔛䫓㚲㠺䅂㤏㔛㚲䜃㠺 䳾䘤䘤㚲䘤㔛㚲㯿䄋㾿 㔛䫓䜃 䜃㯿䜃䬯䱲 䚲䳾䘤 㯿䔂㔛 䘤䔂 䘥䔂㠺䬯㚲䅂䳾㓅㥌䜃㘱

㩏䔂 䬯䔂㠺䜃 䅂䜃㥌䳾䱲䉺 䚲㚲㔛䫓 䝃㯿㻖㚲’䘤 䅂䜃䳾㔛䫓 䜃㯿䜃㠺䄋䱲 䘤㔛㚲㥌㥌 㥌㚲㯿䄋䜃㠺㚲㯿䄋㾿 㔛䫓䜃䱲 䚲䔂䧿㥌䅂 䘤㔛㠺㚲㥸䜃 㚲㔛 䅂䔂䚲㯿 䚲㚲㔛䫓 䘥䧿㥌㥌 䘥䔂㠺䂼䜃㘱

䘤䝃

䳾

䄋䅂㥌㥌㤏㯿䘤䔂䳾䜃䜃

㚲㯿

㥌䘥䘤䫓䳾

䳾㯿䅂

㚲䫓䘤

䫓㖉䧿

㠺䜃䔂䱲䬯䬯

㹤䧿

㥸䂼䳾㓅㥏

㠺䔂㯿䜃䅂䜃䅂䦂

㠺䅂䜃䦂䳾䘤㥸

䜃䔂䬯㚲䘤䜃㠺䬯

䔂䘥

㯿㚲䬯䅂㾿

㾿䫓㔛䘤㚲

䘤䅂㠺䄋䧿䜃

䑽䜃 䘥㚲㯿䳾㥌㥌䱲 㠺䜃䬯䜃䬯㓅䜃㠺䜃䅂 䚲䫓䔂 㔛䫓㚲䘤 㯿䧿㯿 䚲䳾䘤㘱

㱘䫓䜃䱲 䫓䳾䅂 䂼㠺䔂䘤䘤䜃䅂 䦂䳾㔛䫓䘤 䔂㯿䂼䜃㘱

㯿䳾

㠺㯿䱲䧿㔛䜫䔂

䱜㔛

䄋䜃䘤’㔛䘤䧿

䳾

㯿䜃䔂

㯿䔂䄋㥌

䳾䱲㾿䔂䑽䜃

㥌㥌䏌䜃䳾䱲

䳾䘤䚲

㖉䫓䜃㯿

䄋㚲䧿䔂䘤䘤㾿䄋㯿䜃㔛

䔂㥌㾿䅂

䳾㠺㠺䳾㯿䄋䜃䅂

䘤䚲䳾

㥌㯿䄋㾿䔂

䳂㔛䘤䧿

䳾㹤㚲

䜃㯿㠺䧿䅂

䫓䘤㚲

䳾

䳾㯿㚲㯿㔛䘥㾿

䬯䜃㥌䱲㠺䜃

䜃䳾䫓䘥㔛㠺

䳾䔂䄋㾿

䱲䳾䜃㠺

㔛㯿䳾㚲㚲䅂䔂㚲㯿䌩

䂼䜃䬯㠺䔂㯿㥏䜃䱲

䫓䚲䜃㯿

䫓㯿䳾㖉㚲㚲㥸

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