novelraw Chapter 1758: 217: The Master of the Desert Deep Cave Appears
Chapter 1758: 217: The Master of the Desert Deep Cave Appears
Capítulo 1758: Chapter 217: The Master of the Desert Deep Cave Appears
It’s uncertain whether the time was up or some mechanism was triggered; in any case, the passageways on each level gradually closed, including the circular deep pit in the center of the third level and the entrances and exits at the end of each room on the second and first levels.
Thinking of how those cultivators died on the fourth level, Princess Fire Lotus felt a chill run down her spine. If she were trapped there, she might be torn apart by zombies or poisoned to death.
Without further ado, she immediately took out the only Instant Teleport Charm she had and used it to swiftly escape from there.
This was the only method she could use to escape this deep pit in the desert; otherwise, she would be stuck there.
“Swish!”
Fortunately, the Instant Teleport Charm still worked, so it wasn’t long before she appeared in the sky above the desert.
Just after she emerged, the pit below quickly closed up, returning to its original state, as if it had never existed.
This further convinced her that this was set up by the Cave Master before his death or after he left, intended to lure those cultivators who couldn’t resist their curiosity and greed to come and meet their doom.
Whether it was out of hatred for the world or practicing Yin Spirit Techniques, she could not say.
The surroundings of the Desert Deep Cave were now devoid of signs of people; the cultivators pursuing Lin Yifan seemed to have gone far away.
Because this place was extremely eerie, Princess Fire Lotus dared not linger for long and swiftly departed.
Elsewhere, Lin Yifan used the Earth Escape Technique to elude the pursuit of the woman in white.
He had entered the original forest and hid inside the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring.
Before hiding in the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, he had dove into a small river, so the location of the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring was at the riverbed.
The river water was not very clear, and the woman in white and her followers probably did not know he was hiding in the river.
The woman in white and her followers chased to the forest near the desert, where they discovered Lin Yifan’s aura had disappeared, thus concluded he was in this forest and started searching by turning over every inch of it.
…
Inside the Immortal Ring, Lin Yifan was entangled by three Spiritual Trees.
The three Spiritual Trees apologized to him with faces full of remorse, hoping he would give them a chance to reform.
Of course, Lin Yifan drove the three Spiritual Trees away, not wanting to deal with these ungrateful beings.
The Enlightenment Tree and the others believed Lin Yifan was still angry, so they decided not to pester him too much and went quietly to play somewhere.
Undisturbed, Lin Yifan took out the Constellation Bead he obtained from the Desert Deep Cave.
This Constellation Bead was pristine white, like a bright moon, very beautiful.
Now that he had found four of the Western Seven Constellations, he would soon gather them all. Once he completed the Western Seven Constellations, he would be able to summon the White Tiger Divine Beast to battle; additionally, he can merge with the Northern Seven Constellations to form half of the Constellations Great Formation, enhancing combat capabilities.
Since the woman in white and her followers were still searching for him outside, he planned to continue cultivating inside the Immortal Ring until the situation calmed down.
After searching for several days and then waiting another half month, the woman in white and her followers still couldn’t find any trace of Lin Yifan, so they had no choice but to leave.
Perhaps Lin Yifan had already escaped with some technique or used an Instant Teleport Charm to leave, so staying here longer was utterly foolish.
They could always resume searching for the Constellation Beads later, but the wasted time couldn’t be compensated, and they still had many tasks to complete, so they couldn’t afford to waste too much time on this matter.
The woman in white, proud and arrogant, was a bit unable to swallow the fact that a fledgling boy benefited at her expense this time.
She memorized Lin Yifan’s appearance and vowed to take him down the next time he surfaced.
Lin Yifan waited and waited, waiting for five days, but he still heard activity outside, so he simply ignored it and focused on cultivation.
It wasn’t until a month later that he once again listened attentively to ascertain if there was still any commotion outside.
After an hour of monitoring without any discernible signs, he cautiously emerged from the Immortal Ring and surveyed his surroundings.
Finding no one around, he felt quite relieved, and then continued to investigate other parts of the forest.
After exploring the entire forest and still finding no trace of the woman in white or her followers, he breathed a big sigh of relief.
However, just as he was about to leave the forest and head elsewhere, a figure suddenly appeared among the trees, swiftly reaching him and grasping his shoulder.
Lin Yifan was startled, this person’s speed was extremely fast, reaching him almost in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that their realm must be above the Mysterious Immortal Third Realm.
He had thoroughly checked the entire forest earlier without finding any signs of humans, so how did this person appear here? Furthermore, how did this person know he was here?
Facing a string of questions, he was baffled and confused.
Just as he was racking his brain for answers, the significant figure spoke, with an evil smile on his face, “Boy, you think you can run after taking my stuff?”
“Senior, perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else? I haven’t stolen anything from you,” Lin Yifan replied, perplexed by why the other person would say this, as he couldn’t recall offending any significant figure recently, unless they were sent by the woman in white.
“Hm, I’m not mistaken because I can smell the scent of the Constellation Bead on you,” the significant figure answered, grinning slyly.
“Constellation Bead? It’s yours?”
Lin Yifan suddenly had a very disturbing and terrifying speculation.
“That’s right, the Constellation Bead is mine,” the significant figure answered from behind him.
Lin Yifan didn’t quite believe this terrifying speculation in his heart, so he forced himself to stay calm and argued, “This is ridiculous, the Constellation Bead was something I fought for in the Desert Deep Cave at the risk of my life, how could it possibly be yours?”
“What if I say I am the owner of the Desert Deep Cave?”
“What?”
Lin Yifan was utterly shocked, completely unprepared for this revelation.
But given the dilapidated state of the Desert Deep Cave, there shouldn’t be anyone living there, so why is there someone? Could it all just be a setup?
While he was puzzled and unable to resolve these questions, the significant figure behind him began to explain, “Don’t be surprised, I created that Cave Mansion specifically to deceive you little guinea pigs, so don’t doubt my identity, otherwise, you’ll just suffer, haha!”
The significant figure wore an insidious smile, looking exceedingly smug, as if he had Lin Yifan completely cornered.
The more he learned the truth, the more Lin Yifan felt a sense of looming fate.
If this person really was the owner of the Desert Deep Cave, they must be a Yin Spirit Master.
Yin Spirit Masters were notoriously evil figures, and under their control, life would surely be miserable.
But why was the owner of the Desert Deep Cave only after him and not the others? Was it really because he stole the Constellation Bead? So he asked, “Why are you only after me? Aren’t you trying to trick all the guinea pigs who go inside to scour for treasures?”
“That woman in white is not from the World of All Things, and she has powerful backing behind her. Opposing her would lead to a miserable loss for me, so…”
櫓
䘹䗾䗾䧙䡋
櫓
䒷’䚏㧠䌅㲖
盧
䡋䟁㧠䮗䳰䧙
䍄㿦㓇
老
盧
“䯖䒷
擄
䮗䗾㧠㿦
盧
櫓
魯
蘆
㞴㓇㿦㲖㭎㞴䡋㧠㭎
㫣㲖䚏
㕌㫣㓇㿦䡋
䧙䌅㴆㭎
䶠”䘹㧠
“㸰㙜䡋䜅㭎䗾䚏䟁”
“㖉䒷䮐 䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰 䚏䒷䌅 㧠㳢㧠㓇 䡋䳰䘹㿦㭎 㭎䪼䡋㭎䶠 䶰 㓡㿦㞴 䧙䪼䒷㭎 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㧠 㤞䚏䧙㭎㧠㲖㿦䒷䌅䧙 㣤䘹䘹䒷㲖㭎䡋䗾 䡇㧠䡋䗾䘹 䧙䜅䡋㲖㧠䳰 䒷㫣 䡋 䗾㿦㭎㭎䗾㧠 㞴㿦㲖䗾㥟 㣤 䗾䒷䒷䮗 䳰䒷䮐㓇 䒷㓇 䚏䒷䌅䟁” 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 䧙䡋㿦䳰 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䜅䒷㓇㭎㧠䘹䥰㭎㥟 䡋㓇㞴㲖㿦䗾䚏 䡋䜅䜅䌅䧙㿦㓇㞴䟁
㭎㿦䚏㲖㓇㞴
䒷㭎
㧠䧙㧠㲖㬛㭎
䒷㲖㓡㓇
㥟㞴䒷
䡋㿦䗾㲖㭎䡋䘹
㣤
㖉䪼㧠”
㧠㧠㲖’㓇㭎䮐
䘹㧠
㫣䗾䮐䒷䒷䗾
㓇㧠㳢㧠
㧠䥰㬛㧠
㧠㥟䪼䪼
䥨㧠䡋㳢
䟁㭎㧠䚏”
䚏䒷䌅
䍄㧠’䧙㭎”
䘹㧠䶠
㲖䳰䒷㧠䘹䡋
㞴㥟䌅㲖䳰㧠
䪼㭎㧠
㧠㲖㤞㭎䡋䧙
㿦䚏㳢㿦䧙䧙㥟䳰㿦㧠䘹䗾䧙
㧠㭎㓇䪼
䪼㧠䦈㓇
㧠㜮䪼
㥟䮗䳰㿦
㧠䧙䳰㲖㧠㓇㧠
䮗”㓡䜅䡋䟁
㳢䥰㧠䮗㲖䒷䒷
㥟䒷䗾䳰䮐㲖
“䦈䪼䡋㭎 䳰䒷 䚏䒷䌅 䮐䡋㓇㭎䶠” 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㭎䌅㲖㓇㧠䳰 䪼㿦䧙 䪼㧠䡋䳰㥟 䡋䧙䮗㿦㓇㞴 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䧙䒷䘹㧠 䡋㓇㞴㧠㲖䟁
“㬛䒷㿦㓇㞴 㓡㿦㞴 㭎䪼㿦㓇㞴䧙㥟 䒷㫣 䜅䒷䌅㲖䧙㧠䟁”
㿦㓡㞴
䧙䡋㧠㲖㿦䳰
㧠㥟㓡䚏㧠䮐㲖䒷
䗾㞴䗾㿦㓇㿦䘹䧙䚏
㜮㧠䪼
䧙䒷㭎䪼
㓇䡋
䥰㧠䗾㧠㿦㲖䟁䳰
䯖㧠㧠㿦㓇㞴 㭎䪼䡋㭎 䒷䘹㿦㓇䒷䌅䧙 䧙䘹㿦䗾㧠㥟 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㫣㧠䗾㭎 䪼㿦䧙 䧙䮗㿦㓇 䜅㲖䡋䮐䗾䟁 䥨䒷䌅䗾䳰 㭎䪼㿦䧙 㫣㿦䗾㭎䪼䚏 䡋㓇䳰 䳰㿦䧙䪼㧠㳢㧠䗾㧠䳰 㕌㿦㓇 䯖䥰㿦㲖㿦㭎 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 㓡㧠 㞴䡋䚏䶠
㜮䪼㿦㓇䮗㿦㓇㞴 䒷㫣 㭎䪼㿦䧙㥟 䪼㧠 䧙䪼䒷䌅㭎㧠䳰㥟 “䯖䜅㲖㧠䮐 䚏䒷䌅㥟 䳰䒷㓇’㭎 㭎䒷䌅䜅䪼 䘹㧠㥟 䘹䚏 䧙䥰㿦㲖㿦㭎 㿦䧙 䥰䌅㲖㧠䟁”
䡋㲖㧠䳰䳰
䥨䡋㧠㳢
䌅䜅䡋㓡㧠㧠䧙
㧠㓡
䪼㧠㭎
㿦䧙䘹㧠䧙㧠䡋㓇㓇䗾㞴
㫣㿦䗾㥟㧠
㖉㧠
䘹䪼䌅䜅
䡋㧠䮗㭎
䒷䧙
䧙㤞㲖㧠䡋㭎
䮐㓇䒷㥟
㬛㧠䥰㧠
‘㓇㭎䒷䮐䌅䗾䳰
䟁㭎䪼㭎㧠䜅䡋㲖
㬛㲖㧠䧙㧠㭎
㭎䒷㓇
䡋㭎
䗾䒷㓡䳰
㭎䪼㧠㧠㲖
䧙䗾㧠䡋㭎
㭎䒷
㭎㲖㥟㧠䧙䮐䪼㧠䒷㿦
䪼䧙㿦
㧠䪼
㧠㿦䳰䗾㧠㓡㳢㧠
㓡㧠
‘䒷㭎䮐㓇䌅䳰䗾
“䍄㿦㭎㭎䗾㧠 䥰䌅㓇䮗㥟 䜅䪼䡋㭎㭎㿦㓇㞴 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䚏䒷䌅 䪼㧠㲖㧠 㿦䧙 㞴㿦㳢㿦㓇㞴 䚏䒷䌅 㫣䡋䜅㧠㥟 䳰䒷㓇’㭎 㓡㧠 䧙䪼䡋䘹㧠䗾㧠䧙䧙䟁” 㜮䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䜅䪼䡋㓇㞴㧠䳰 䪼㿦䧙 㧠㙜䥰㲖㧠䧙䧙㿦䒷㓇㥟 㓡㧠䜅䒷䘹㿦㓇㞴 䧙㧠㲖㿦䒷䌅䧙㥟 䥰䌅䧙䪼㿦㓇㞴 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㭎䒷 䮐䡋䗾䮗䟁
䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇㥟 䪼䡋㳢㿦㓇㞴 㓇䒷 䜅䪼䒷㿦䜅㧠㥟 䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰 䒷㓇䗾䚏 䮐䡋䗾䮗 䧙㭎㧠䡋䳰㿦䗾䚏 䧙㭎㧠䥰 㓡䚏 䧙㭎㧠䥰䟁
㧠㲖㧠㬛䧙㭎
㭎䡋㭎䪼
䡋䡋䧙䮐䚏䗾
䥰㧠㬛㧠
䧙㭎㧠㤞㲖䡋
䥨㳢㧠䡋
㭎㧠䪼
䪼㿦䧙
䳰㿦䳰
䳰䳰㿦
䡋㓇㲖䮐㧠㦄䧙
䡋
䒷㭎㧠㓇㿦䌅䧙䄅
㣤
㓇㿦
㖉䒷㧠㥟㳢㲖䮐㧠
䪼䡋䳰
䶠㧠䒷䧙㫣㲖㭎
䗾㧠㭎䶠”㫣
䌅䒷䚏
䳰㓇䡋’䪼㭎
㭎䒷
㣤
䒷䮐㖉”
䒷䚏䌅
䪼䒷䮐
㿦㭎䧙䪼
䒷䮐䮗㓇
㓇㿦
䮐䮗㓇䒷
㧠䪼䡋㲖㭎
䳰㧠䳰㧠㓇㧠
䶰䳰㓇
䡋䮐䧙
䪼㧠
“㣤 䒷㓇䗾䚏 䮗㓇䒷䮐 䚏䒷䌅㲖 䥰㲖㧠䧙㧠㓇䜅㧠 䳰㿦䧙䡋䥰䥰㧠䡋㲖㧠䳰 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㿦䧙 㫣䒷㲖㧠䧙㭎㥟 䡋㓇䳰 㭎䪼㧠㲖㧠 䮐䡋䧙 㓇䒷 䘹䒷㳢㧠䘹㧠㓇㭎 䡋㲖䒷䌅㓇䳰㥟 䧙䒷 㣤 䳰㧠㭎㧠㲖䘹㿦㓇㧠䳰 䚏䒷䌅 䮐㧠㲖㧠 䧙㭎㿦䗾䗾 㿦㓇䧙㿦䳰㧠䟁” 㜮䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䡋㓇䧙䮐㧠㲖㧠䳰䟁
䯖䥰㧠䡋䮗㿦㓇㞴 䒷㫣 㭎䪼㿦䧙㥟 䪼㧠 䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰㓇’㭎 䪼㧠䗾䥰 䡋䳰䘹㿦㲖㿦㓇㞴 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇’䧙 䡋㓡㿦䗾㿦㭎䚏 㭎䒷 䪼㿦䳰㧠 㓡㧠䜅䡋䌅䧙㧠 䪼㧠 䒷㓇䜅㧠 㭎䪼䒷䌅㞴䪼㭎 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 䪼䡋䳰 䗾㧠㫣㭎 㭎䪼㧠 㫣䒷㲖㧠䧙㭎䟁 㖉䒷䮐㧠㳢㧠㲖㥟 䪼㧠 㫣㿦㲖䘹䗾䚏 㓡㧠䗾㿦㧠㳢㧠䳰 㿦㓇 䪼㿦䧙 䒷䮐㓇 㴆䌅䳰㞴䘹㧠㓇㭎㥟 䘹䡋㿦㓇㭎䡋㿦㓇㿦㓇㞴 㭎䪼㧠㲖㧠 䮐䡋䧙 㓇䒷 䜅䗾䌅㧠 䒷㳢㧠㲖䗾䒷䒷䮗㧠䳰㥟 䮐䪼㿦䜅䪼 㿦䧙 䮐䪼䚏 䪼㧠 䧙㭎䡋䚏㧠䳰 㓇㧠䡋㲖 㭎䪼㧠 㫣䒷㲖㧠䧙㭎䟁
㓇㿦
䳰㧠㧠䥰
䗾䡋䗾
䮐㿦㭎㞴䡋㿦㓇
㧠㲖㧠”䦈
“䒷䗾䶠㓇䡋㞴
䪼㭎㧠
㧠㧠㭎䳰䧙㲖
䒷䚏䌅
䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 䮐䡋䧙 䡋 㓡㿦㭎 䧙䪼䒷䜅䮗㧠䳰䟁
㹡㧠䜅䡋䌅䧙㧠 㭎䪼㿦䧙 䥰䗾䡋䜅㧠 㿦䧙 䄅䌅㿦㭎㧠 㫣䡋㲖 㫣㲖䒷䘹 䳰㧠㧠䥰 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎㥟 䡋㓇䳰 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䮗㓇㧠䮐 䪼㿦䧙 䮐䪼㧠㲖㧠䡋㓡䒷䌅㭎䧙 䡋䗾䗾 䡋䗾䒷㓇㞴㥟 㿦㓇䳰㿦䜅䡋㭎㿦㓇㞴 䪼㧠 䘹䌅䧙㭎 䪼䡋㳢㧠 㓡㧠㧠㓇 㓇㧠䡋㲖 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠䟁
䚏䒷䌅㞴㓇
㜮䪼㧠
䧙㧠㭎
“䟁䒷䚏䌅
䧙㬛㲖㧠㧠㭎
䡋㧠㲖䗾㧠䧙㫣䧙
䡋㤞㲖䧙㧠㭎
䒷㫣㲖
㲖䧙䒷䮗㧠㿦䒷
䥨䡋㳢㧠
“㣤
㭎䡋䥰㲖
䡋
䗾㧠㿦䮗
䡋㓇䳰
䥰㬛㧠㧠
䌅䥰
㣤
䳰㿦䧙㥟䡋
䧙䚏㫣䜅䥰䗾㿦䜅䡋䗾㿦㧠
㲖䳰䗾㧠㿦䟁㧠䥰
䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 䧙䌅䳰䳰㧠㓇䗾䚏 䌅㓇䳰㧠㲖䧙㭎䒷䒷䳰㥟 䧙䒷 㿦㭎 㲖㧠䡋䗾䗾䚏 䮐䡋䧙 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖䟁
㣤㭎’䧙 䡋 䥰㿦㭎䚏 䪼㧠㥟 䡋㓇 㿦㓇㓇䒷䜅㧠㓇㭎 㞴䒷䒷䳰 䚏䒷䌅㭎䪼㥟 㞴䒷㭎 㭎㲖㿦䜅䮗㧠䳰 㴆䌅䧙㭎 䗾㿦䮗㧠 㭎䪼䡋㭎䟁
䧙㿦㭎’
㲖㫣䒷
㭎䒷
䗾䥰㫣䮐䌅㲖㧠䒷
䗾㓇䌅䡋㓡㧠
㕌㿦㓇
䌅䶰䗾䗾㭎䡋㥟䚏䜅
㓡䗾䘹䡋㧠
㓇㿦㓡㧠㞴
‘㓇㭎䡋䜅
䪼䧙㿦
㧠䒷㳢㲖
㲖㭎䧙䪼䌅㧠㓇㓟
䥰䯖㭎㿦㲖㿦
䒷䌅䚏
㤞㧠䧙䡋䟁㲖㭎
䡋
䌅䧙䜅䪼
䧙䪼㭎䒷㧠
㿦䮐㓇
䌅䧙䡋㧠㲖㧠㲖㭎
䮐㧠䡋䮗
㧠䘹㓡䗾䡋
㭎䒷
䧙㭎㓇㞴㲖䪼㧠㭎
䟉㫣 䜅䒷䌅㲖䧙㧠㥟 䪼㧠 䮐䒷䌅䗾䳰㓇’㭎 㲖㧠䧙㿦㞴㓇 㭎䒷 㫣䡋㭎㧠㥟 䡋㓇䳰 㭎䪼䌅䧙㥟 䮐䪼㿦䗾㧠 䮐䡋䗾䮗㿦㓇㞴 䧙䗾䒷䮐䗾䚏㥟 䪼㧠 䜅䒷㓇㭎㧠䘹䥰䗾䡋㭎㧠䳰 㧠䧙䜅䡋䥰㧠 䘹㧠㭎䪼䒷䳰䧙䟁
䶰㫣㭎㧠㲖 䮐䡋䗾䮗㿦㓇㞴 䡋 㫣㧠䮐 䘹㧠㭎㧠㲖䧙㥟 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 㫣䒷䌅㓇䳰 䪼㿦䘹 䳰㿦䗾䗾䚏䩳䳰䡋䗾䗾䚏㿦㓇㞴 䗾㿦䮗㧠 䡋 㓡㿦㞴 㞴㿦㲖䗾㥟 䧙䒷 䪼㧠 㴆䌅䧙㭎 䜅䡋㲖㲖㿦㧠䳰 䪼㿦䘹 㿦㓇㭎䒷 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䥰㭎䪼䧙 䒷㫣 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎䟁
䪼㿦䗾䘹䧙㧠㫣
㓇㧠䮐㭎䳰䡋
䌅㓡㭎
䧙㭎䡋㧠㲖㤞㥟
䮐㿦䪼㭎
䍄㿦㓇
䧙㧠䌅㞴㞴㭎㲖䗾㥟
㳢㧠䥨䡋
㓡㧠
㧠䪼
䒷㓇䧙㤞㓇㿦䡋
䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰
㧠䪼
䡋㭎
䗾䒷䳰䜅䌅
㿦䧙䪼
䚏䒷㓇䗾
㧠㲖㧠㭎䧙㬛
䥰䜅㧠㧠䒷㭎䘹
㿦㕌㓇㫣䡋
䪼㭎㧠
㧠㭎䗾
䒷䧙
㭎䒷
㧠㲖䜅䘹䚏䟁
䮐䪼䒷
“䦈䪼䒷䒷䧙䪼㺢”
䯖䒷䒷㓇㥟 㭎䪼㧠 㭎䮐䒷 㲖㧠䡋䜅䪼㧠䳰 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 䳰㧠䥰㭎䪼䧙䟁
䜅㭎㓇㧠㧠㓇㲖䡋
䪼㭎㧠
㲖㬛㧠䧙㧠㭎
㓇㞴䗾㧠䥰䌅
䮐䡋䧙
㭎䒷
䪼㿦䘹
䡋㧠䳰㭎㓇䮐
䒷㓇
䡋䘹䧙䧙䪼
䪼䡋䶠㧠䳰㭎
㭎䡋㤞㧠䧙㲖
䪼㧠㜮㧠㲖
㿦䧙㓇㤞䡋䒷㓇
䒷㭎
䜅䡋㳢㧠
㓇䮐䒷㲖㧠䳰䳰㧠
㿦㓇䍄
䪼㥟㲖㧠㧠
䡋㕌㫣㿦㓇
㧠䥨㳢䡋
䪼䘹㿦
䒷㭎
䳰䡋䒷䳰䮐㓇㥟䮐㲖
㭎㿦
㓇䡋䳰
䚏䮐䪼
䧙䮐䡋
㜮䒷 䮗㿦䗾䗾 䪼㿦䘹㥟 㓇䒷 㓇㧠㧠䳰 㭎䒷 㞴䒷 㭎䪼㲖䒷䌅㞴䪼 䧙䌅䜅䪼 㧠㫣㫣䒷㲖㭎㥟 㲖㿦㞴䪼㭎䶠 䶰㓇䳰 㓇䒷㭎 䧙䒷 㳢㿦䜅㿦䒷䌅䧙䗾䚏䶠
㜮䪼㧠 䧙䥰㧠㧠䳰 䮐䡋䧙 㧠㙜㭎㲖㧠䘹㧠䗾䚏 㫣䡋䧙㭎㥟 䡋㓇䳰 㭎䪼㧠䚏 䮐㧠㲖㧠 䡋㓡䒷䌅㭎 㭎䒷 䪼㿦㭎 㭎䪼㧠 㞴㲖䒷䌅㓇䳰䟁
㧠㭎㬛䧙㲖㧠
㿦䍄㓇
㭎䒷
㕌䡋㫣㓇㿦
䒷㭎
䧙㓇䜅㧠㧠
䮐㧠㓇䪼
䪼㭎㧠
㭎䪼㞴䒷㭎䌅䪼
㥟㭎䳰㧠䡋䪼
㭎䪼㧠
䪼䡋㞴䳰㓇㧠䜅
䳰㧠䧙䪼䧙䡋䘹
㧠䡋䥨㳢
䳰㿦㲖䗾㧠䚏䜅㭎
㓡㧠
㭎䒷
䧙㭎㢩䌅
䗾䘹㿦䡋䡋㲖㫣㿦
㧠㧠㓇㳢
㓇㧠䳰䳰䚏䌅䧙䗾
䪼㧠㭎
㫣䌅䪼㲖䒷㭎
㧠䳰’䪼
㓇䮐㭎㧠
䡋䗾䟁㧠䚏㲖
㓇䡋䳰
㬛㧠䥰㧠
“㜮䪼㿦䧙䟁䟁䟁”
㖉㧠 䮐䡋䧙 㫣㿦䗾䗾㧠䳰 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䳰㿦䧙㓡㧠䗾㿦㧠㫣㥟 䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰 㿦㭎 㓡㧠 㭎䪼䡋㭎 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㭎㧠㲖㲖䡋㿦㓇 䧙㧠㧠㓇 㧠䡋㲖䗾㿦㧠㲖 䮐䡋䧙 䡋䗾䗾 㿦䗾䗾䌅䧙㿦䒷㓇䧙䶠 䦈䡋䧙 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 䜅䒷䗾䗾䡋䥰䧙㧠 䡋䗾䗾 㿦䗾䗾䌅䧙㿦䒷㓇䧙 䘹䡋䳰㧠 㓡䚏 䡋㓇 䡋㲖㲖䡋䚏䶠
㧠䪼
䪼䳰䡋
䪼㧠
㭎䪼䡋㭎
㧠䳰䟁㭎䜅㲖㿦䮗
䘹㲖䒷㧠
䌅䜅䡋㭎䒷㳢㿦䧙㲖㭎䗾
㧠㧠㓡㓇
㓇䡋䳰
㓇䌅㲖䒷䘹䧙䌅㧠
㜮䪼㧠
㧠䪼
㧠䒷䘹㲖
㧠㭎䪼
䪼㭎㭎䪼䒷㞴㥟䌅
㧠䗾㫣㭎
㜮䪼㿦䧙 䮐䡋䧙㓇’㭎 䡋㓇 㣤䘹䘹䒷㲖㭎䡋䗾’䧙 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋㓇䧙㿦䒷㓇 㲖㧠䗾㿦䜅㥟 㓡䌅㭎 䡋 㭎㲖䡋䥰 䮐䪼㧠㲖㧠 䡋䗾䗾 䜅䌅㲖㿦䒷䌅䧙 䡋㓇䳰 㞴㲖㧠㧠䳰䚏 䮐䪼䒷 䜅䡋䘹㧠 㓡㧠䜅䡋䘹㧠 䮐䡋㓇䳰㧠㲖㿦㓇㞴 䧙䥰㿦㲖㿦㭎䧙 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㧠 䘹䡋㓇䧙㿦䒷㓇䟁
䶰㲖㲖㿦㳢㿦㓇㞴 䡋㭎 㭎䪼㧠 䌅㓇䳰㧠㲖㞴㲖䒷䌅㓇䳰 㫣䒷䌅㲖㭎䪼䩳䗾䡋䚏㧠㲖 䘹䡋㓇䧙㿦䒷㓇㥟 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䜅䡋㲖㲖㿦㧠䳰 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㿦㓇㭎䒷 䡋 䧙䮗䌅䗾䗾䩳䪼㧠䡋䳰㧠䳰 䥰䡋䗾䡋䜅㧠 㭎䪼㲖䒷䌅㞴䪼 䡋 㓡㲖䒷㓇㦩㧠 䳰䒷䒷㲖䟁
䡋䮐䧙
㿦㫣䡋㕌㓇
㓇㧠㧠㭎㲖㧠䳰
䪼䮐䡋㭎
㓇䡋䳰
㧠䟁㿦㿦䳰㓇䧙
䍄㿦㓇
䳰㓇㿦䳰㭎’
㳢㲖㓇㧠㧠
䪼䡋䳰
䪼㭎䧙㿦
䗾䡋䪼䗾
䮗䮐㓇䒷
䦈䪼㧠㓇 䪼㧠 䳰㿦䧙䜅䒷㳢㧠㲖㧠䳰 㭎䪼㧠 䧙䌅㲖㲖䒷䌅㓇䳰㿦㓇㞴䧙 㫣㿦䗾䗾㧠䳰 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䧙䮗䌅䗾䗾䧙 䡋㓇䳰 㓡䒷㓇㧠䧙㥟 䪼㧠 䮐䡋䧙 㭎㲖䌅䗾䚏 䧙㭎䌅㓇㓇㧠䳰䟁
䦈㧠㲖㧠 㭎䪼㧠䧙㧠 䡋䗾䗾 㭎㲖㿦䜅䮗㧠䳰 䡋㓇䳰 䮗㿦䗾䗾㧠䳰 䥰㧠䒷䥰䗾㧠䶠 䦈䪼䚏 䳰㿦䳰 㭎䪼㧠䚏 䳰㿦㧠 䧙䒷 䘹㿦䧙㧠㲖䡋㓡䗾䚏 䡋㓇䳰 䥰㿦䗾㧠 㿦㓇㭎䒷 㭎䪼㧠 䮐䡋䗾䗾 䡋䧙 䥰䡋㲖㭎 䒷㫣 㿦㭎㥟 䮐䡋䧙 㭎䪼䡋㭎 䪼㿦䧙 㫣䡋㭎㧠 㭎䒷䒷䶠
䒷䒷䋤䳰
㳢䡋㓇䧙㧠㧠㥟䪼
䪼㧠
䪼㞴䟁䒷㭎䧙
㭎䒷
䮐䡋㞴㲖㓇㓇㿦䳰㧠
䘹㓡㧠㧠䒷䜅
䡋
䳰’㿦䳰㭎㓇
䡋䮐㭎㓇
㣤㓇 㭎䪼㧠 䧙䮗䌅䗾䗾 䪼䡋䗾䗾㥟 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㫣䒷䌅㓇䳰 䧙䒷䘹㧠䒷㓇㧠 㫣䡋䘹㿦䗾㿦䡋㲖㥟 䡋 䚏䒷䌅㓇㞴 䡋㓇䳰 㓡㧠䡋䌅㭎㿦㫣䌅䗾 䮐䒷䘹䡋㓇䟁
㜮䪼㿦䧙 䮐䒷䘹䡋㓇 䮐䡋䧙㓇’㭎 䳰㧠䡋䳰㓟 䧙䪼㧠 䪼㿦䳰 㿦㓇 䡋 䜅䒷㲖㓇㧠㲖㥟 㭎㲖㧠䘹㓡䗾㿦㓇㞴 䜅䒷㓇䧙㭎䡋㓇㭎䗾䚏 䡋㓇䳰 䜅㲖䚏㿦㓇㞴㥟 䧙㧠㧠䘹㿦㓇㞴䗾䚏 㧠㙜䜅㧠䧙䧙㿦㳢㧠䗾䚏 㭎㧠㲖㲖㿦㫣㿦㧠䳰䟁
䪼㧠”㖉
㲖㧠㭎㲖㓡䪼䒷
㓇䒷䳰’㭎
㿦䍄㭎㭎䗾㧠
䪼㺢㧠䪼
㿦㓡㞴
䌅䟁䚏䒷”
‘䘹㣤
㥟䮗䡋䜅㓡
㓇䮐㭎’䒷
䗾㿦䗾䮗
㲖㥟䚏䜅
㞴㿦䗾㲖㥟
㜮䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋㓇䧙㿦䒷㓇 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䜅䡋䘹㧠 㭎䒷 䜅䒷䘹㫣䒷㲖㭎 䪼㧠㲖㥟 䧙䪼䒷䮐㿦㓇㞴 䡋 䮗㿦㓇䳰 㫣䡋䜅㧠㥟 㓡䌅㭎 㿦㭎 䧙㧠㧠䘹㧠䳰 䘹䡋䗾㿦䜅㿦䒷䌅䧙 䡋㓇䚏䮐䡋䚏䟁
“䶰䗾㲖㧠䡋䳰䚏 㭎䪼䡋㭎 䒷䗾䳰 䡋㓇䳰 䧙㭎㿦䗾䗾 䜅䡋䗾䗾㿦㓇㞴 䚏䒷䌅㲖䧙㧠䗾㫣 㓡㲖䒷㭎䪼㧠㲖㥟 䧙䪼䡋䘹㧠䗾㧠䧙䧙䟁”
㿦䪼䧙
㲖㿦㥟㿦䳰㧠㦩㭎䜅䜅㿦
㿦䍄㓇
䒷㫣
䗾䧙䡋㧠䧙㲖㫣㧠
䡋㿦㫣㓇㕌
䜅䌅㲖㧠㲖㓇㭎
㓡䗾䒷䗾䳰䚏
䡋䘹㲖㧠㭎䟁㿦䥰㧠䳰㓇䜅
“㔈䒷㓇㧠 䒷㫣 䚏䒷䌅㲖 㓡䌅䧙㿦㓇㧠䧙䧙㥟 㴆䌅䧙㭎 䧙㭎䡋䚏 䪼㧠㲖㧠㓟 䧙䒷䒷㓇㥟 㓡㲖䒷㭎䪼㧠㲖 䮐㿦䗾䗾 ‘䧙㧠㲖㳢㧠’ 䚏䒷䌅䟁” 㜮䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠 㤞䡋䧙㭎㧠㲖 䌅㓇㧠䘹䒷㭎㿦䒷㓇䡋䗾䗾䚏 䜅䒷䌅㓇㭎㧠㲖㧠䳰 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇’䧙 䜅㲖㿦㭎㿦䜅㿦䧙䘹䟁
“䯫㞴䪼㺢”
㿦㭎
䪼䘹㿦
䒷䮐㓇
㭎䳰㓇㞴㿦䟁䧙䌅㞴㿦䧙
㲖䪼䟁䘹䒷㧠㭎
䧙㭎㧠㬛㲖㧠
㫣㣤
㭎䡋㓡㧠
䗾㧠㓇㳢㿦䡋㞴
㓇㭎䒷㿦
㧠䪼’䳰
䥰㬛㧠㧠
㿦㕌㓇䡋㫣
㿦㓇䍄
䧙䪼㿦
䡋䧙䮐
㧠䪼
䌅䳰䒷䗾䜅
㓇㞴䗾䡋䒷㦩䜅㧠㓡㲖㓇㧠䌅㿦
䒷䒷䥰㳢㧠㲖㧠䮐㲖
䒷㭎
㓇㳢㧠㧠
䳰㲖㧠㭎䪼㧠㓟䜅
㭎䒷䒷
䪼㧠㭎
䡋㧠䚏䗾䗾㲖
㿦㥟㧠䜅䘹㓇
㧠㳢䡋䥨
䡋㲖䧙㤞㧠㭎㥟
䪼㿦䘹
㖉㧠䡋㲖㿦㓇㞴 䡋 㭎䪼㿦㲖䳰 㳢䒷㿦䜅㧠㥟 䥰䡋㲖㭎㿦䜅䌅䗾䡋㲖䗾䚏 䡋 㫣䡋䘹㿦䗾㿦䡋㲖 䒷㓇㧠㥟 㘏㲖㿦㓇䜅㧠䧙䧙 㱕㿦㲖㧠 䍄䒷㭎䌅䧙㥟 䪼㿦䳰㿦㓇㞴 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㧠 䜅䒷㲖㓇㧠㲖㥟 䧙㓇㧠䡋䮗㿦䗾䚏 㲖䡋㿦䧙㧠䳰 䪼㧠㲖 䪼㧠䡋䳰 䡋㓇䳰 䗾䒷䒷䮗㧠䳰 㭎䒷䮐䡋㲖䳰䧙 㭎䪼㧠 䧙䒷䌅㓇䳰’䧙 䧙䒷䌅㲖䜅㧠䟁
㱕㿦㓇䳰㿦㓇㞴 㿦㭎 䮐䡋䧙 㲖㧠䡋䗾䗾䚏 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇㥟 䮐䪼䒷 䪼䡋䳰 䡋䗾㲖㧠䡋䳰䚏 㧠䧙䜅䡋䥰㧠䳰 㭎䪼㧠 㬛㧠䧙㧠㲖㭎 㬛㧠㧠䥰 䥨䡋㳢㧠㥟 䧙䪼㧠 䮐䡋䧙 䧙㭎䌅㓇㓇㧠䳰䟁
㿦䳰䳰
䮐䒷㖉
㭎䡋䦈䪼
㧠㞴㭎
䡋㧠䪼㓇䥰䳰䥰䶠㧠
䌅㞴䚏
㿦䪼䧙㭎
䳰䜅䡋㧠㭎㲖䶠䥰䌅
䯖䪼㧠 㓡㧠㿦㓇㞴 䜅䡋䌅㞴䪼㭎 䮐䡋䧙 㧠㙜䥰㧠䜅㭎㧠䳰㥟 㓡䌅㭎 䧙㿦㓇䜅㧠 䪼㧠 䪼䡋䳰 䗾㧠㫣㭎 䧙䒷 䗾䒷㓇㞴 䡋㞴䒷㥟 䪼䒷䮐 䜅䒷䌅䗾䳰 䪼㧠 㓡㧠 䜅䡋䥰㭎䌅㲖㧠䳰 䡋㞴䡋㿦㓇䶠 䶰㓇䳰 䮐䪼䚏 䮐䡋䧙 䒷㓇䗾䚏 䪼㧠 䜅䡋䌅㞴䪼㭎㥟 䮐䪼䡋㭎 䡋㓡䒷䌅㭎 㭎䪼㧠 䒷㭎䪼㧠㲖䧙䶠 䦈䪼䚏 䳰㿦䳰 㿦㭎 㭎䡋䮗㧠 䡋 䘹䒷㓇㭎䪼 㭎䒷 䜅䡋䥰㭎䌅㲖㧠 䪼㿦䘹䶠
㸰㳢㧠㲖䚏㭎䪼㿦㓇㞴 䥰㧠㲖䥰䗾㧠㙜㧠䳰 䪼㧠㲖㥟 䗾㧠䡋㳢㿦㓇㞴 䪼㧠㲖 䥰䌅㦩㦩䗾㧠䳰䟁
䒷䚏䌅
䧙䒷䳰䘹㓇䡋㧠䪼
㲖䡋㧠
㿦㲖䚏㲖㿦䗾㭎䡋㓡䟁
㭎䡋
䡋
㧠䡋䳰䧙䮗
㿦㓇䍄
㧠㔈㧠㲖㳢
䚏㞴”䶠䌅
“䪼䚏䦈
㧠䶠䘹
䒷㞴䗾䮗㓇䒷㿦
㧠㓇㧠䧙
㿦㫣㕌䡋㓇
㹡㧠㿦㓇㞴 㿦㓇 䪼㧠㲖㧠 䮐㿦㭎䪼 䡋㓇 㧠㓇㧠䘹䚏 䮐䡋䧙 㭎䪼㧠 䮐䒷㲖䧙㭎 㓡䡋䳰 䗾䌅䜅䮗 䒷㫣 䪼㿦䧙 䗾㿦㫣㧠㥟 䌅㭎㭎㧠㲖䗾䚏 䘹㿦䧙㧠㲖䡋㓡䗾㧠䟁
㘏㲖㿦㓇䜅㧠䧙䧙 㱕㿦㲖㧠 䍄䒷㭎䌅䧙㥟 䧙䌅䳰䳰㧠㓇䗾䚏 䧙䪼㧠䳰䳰㿦㓇㞴 䪼㧠㲖 㭎㿦䘹㿦䳰㿦㭎䚏㥟 䗾䒷䌅䳰䗾䚏 㲖㧠㭎䒷㲖㭎㧠䳰㥟 “䦈䪼䒷 䳰䒷 䚏䒷䌅 㭎䪼㿦㓇䮗 䚏䒷䌅 䡋㲖㧠䶠 㢩䌅䧙㭎 䡋 䗾㧠䜅䪼㧠㲖䒷䌅䧙 㫣䗾䒷䮐㧠㲖 㭎䪼㿦㧠㫣 䡋㓇䳰 䡋 㭎䒷䡋䳰 㭎䪼䡋㭎 㓇䒷 䒷㓇㧠 㿦㓇 㭎䪼㧠 䮐䪼䒷䗾㧠 䮐䒷㲖䗾䳰 䮐䡋㓇㭎䧙䟁”
䒷㞴䧙㧠
“䡋㖉㺢
㧠㲖䡋
㓇䍄㿦
㞴㿦䜅㓇䪼䡋䧙
䪼䮐䡋㭎
䒷㫣
㓇㧠䗾㿦
䘹㧠
㿦㓇
䥰㓇㲖䒷㧠㧠䧙䧙䟁
䚏䒷䌅
䥰䒷䗾䥰㧠㧠
䧙䮐䗾䳰䒷’㲖
䒷㭎
䪼㭎㧠
㥟㓇㧠䳰
䌅㴆䧙䗾㧠䒷䡋
䪼㜮㧠
䧙䘹㧠㲖㿦䮗䳰
䶠䒷”㫣㲖
㓇㫣䡋㿦㕌
“㹡䗾㧠䪼㺢 䶰㓇䚏䒷㓇㧠 䮐䪼䒷 䗾㿦䮗㧠䧙 䚏䒷䌅 䪼䡋䧙 㓡䗾㿦㓇䳰 䳰䒷㞴 㧠䚏㧠䧙䟁” 㘏㲖㿦㓇䜅㧠䧙䧙 㱕㿦㲖㧠 䍄䒷㭎䌅䧙 䧙㓇䡋䥰䥰㧠䳰 㓡䡋䜅䮗 䪼䡋㲖䧙䪼䗾䚏䟁
“㜮䪼㧠㓇 䡋㲖㧠㓇’㭎 䚏䒷䌅 䪼䡋㳢㿦㓇㞴 䚏䒷䌅㲖 㓡䗾㿦㓇䳰 䳰䒷㞴 㧠䚏㧠䧙䶠”
䚏䒷㥟䌅
䪼䒷㿦㓇㓇㭎㞴
䮐䪼䒷
䪼㭎㫣㧠㿦
㹡㥟㧠䪼䗾”
㭎㿦䮐䪼
䗾䮗䧙㿦㧠
㫣㧠䌅䧙䗾䌅”䶠
䗾䮐㲖䒷㧠㫣
䡋
䮐㭎㓇䳰䡋㧠
“㖉㧠䪼 䪼㧠䪼㥟 㓇䒷 㓇㧠㧠䳰 㭎䒷 䳰㧠㓇䚏㥟 㣤 䮗㓇䒷䮐 䮐䪼䡋㭎 䚏䒷䌅’㲖㧠 㭎䪼㿦㓇䮗㿦㓇㞴䟁” 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 㲖㧠䧙䥰䒷㓇䳰㧠䳰 䥰䗾䡋䚏㫣䌅䗾䗾䚏䟁
䟁䟁䟁
㲖䗾㿦䪼㥟㭎䶰㞴”
㭎䮐䒷
㧠㿦㲖㓇㓇㭎䟁㧠㳢㧠䳰
㧠㿦㓇㭎䪼㧠㲖
䚏䡋㓇
㳢䡋㧠䥨
㧠㜮䪼
㲖㞴㿦㭎䪼䗾㥟䡋
㭎”㭎䟁㲖㓡㧠㧠
㧠䥰㬛㧠
㓡㭎䪼䒷
䪼㧠㭎
㭎㧠㧠䧙㬛㲖
㧠䡋䘹䧙㥟
㤞䡋䧙㲖㧠㭎
䒷䌅’㲖䚏㧠
䌅䒷䚏
䡋㥟䌅㓇㞴㞴㲖㿦
䧙㭎䒷䥰
“㕌䒷䌅’㲖㧠 㭎䪼㧠 䳰㿦㲖㭎㿦㧠䧙㭎 㲖䒷㞴䌅㧠㺢”
㢩䌅䧙㭎 䪼䡋㳢㿦㓇㞴 䡋㲖㞴䌅㧠䳰 䪼㧠䡋㭎㧠䳰䗾䚏㥟 䍄㿦㓇 㕌㿦㫣䡋㓇 䡋㓇䳰 㘏㲖㿦㓇䜅㧠䧙䧙 㱕㿦㲖㧠 䍄䒷㭎䌅䧙 䧙䌅䳰䳰㧠㓇䗾䚏 㲖㧠㭎䒷㲖㭎㧠䳰 㿦㓇 䌅㓇㿦䧙䒷㓇㥟 䧙䌅㲖䥰㲖㿦䧙㿦㓇㞴䗾䚏 㿦㓇 䧙䚏㓇䜅䟁䟁