Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1157: Ring the Dinner Bell

Capítulo 1157: Ring the Dinner Bell

Near dawn, the Titan Apes’ furious roars finally died down. Ethan and Chris slipped back into the valley.

With several mutant beasts standing guard, Sean and the others had actually gotten a solid night’s sleep.

Besides, the mysterious energy in this place was thin, and the Nine-Star Dipper wasn’t visible. Even if they tried that “stargazing to absorb energy” trick, it wouldn’t amount to much here. Better to rest up and recover properly.

The moment Ethan and Chris returned, everyone hurried over.

“How’d it go,Ethan? Any good haul?”

“So-so.” Ethan shook his head, not thrilled. “I got a few dozen Tier 8 and Tier 9 crystal cores. But once they started clustering up, it got hard to pick them off.”

“I had it worse,” Chris said with a bitter smile. “I only killed a little over ten. Spent the whole night getting chased by a huge pack of Titan Apes.”

“…”

“So even ambush tactics aren’t working anymore,” someone sighed.

“Yeah.” Ethan’s voice turned serious. “They’re on guard now. Sneaking them is going to be tough from here on out.”

He rubbed his eyes. “You guys keep watch. Chris and I are going to sleep for a bit. Wake us around noon.”

“Got it.”

They’d been running all night. Ethan, especially, hadn’t slept for two nights straight. He dropped and was out immediately, while the others kept watch around the valley.

It wasn’t until midday that they woke the two of them.

Then, under Ethan’s lead, the group moved into Titan Ape territory and stopped at a hidden mountain hollow.

This was the spot Ethan had picked last night—the best location.

It wasn’t too far from where the Titan Apes usually gathered, and it also wasn’t that far from the Bloodfang Wolves’ range.

By distance alone, the Titan Apes would arrive first. But with the Bloodfang Wolves’ noses, they’d definitely smell it too. And if they showed up to find Titan Apes eating the flesh of their own kind…

Chances were good the two groups would tear into each other.

That was exactly what Ethan wanted.

Once the Bloodfang Wolves and the Titan Apes start ripping each other apart, we’ll just sit tight… and clean up whoever’s left.

“Let’s get it started.”

Ethan pulled eight Bloodfang Wolf corpses from his storage ring. The others gathered branches and quickly threw together seven or eight crude roasting racks.

They hoisted the wolves up one by one, hanging them over the racks, then piled on a huge stack of dry firewood.

“Big Mike,” Ethan said, “light it.”

“Uh…” Big Mike blinked. “Shouldn’t we skin them first? Pull the fur?”

“Skin my ass. We’re not the ones eating. The burnt-fur smell’s even better.”

“Say no more!”

Big Mike swept his hand. Fireballs shot out, igniting pile after pile of wood.

Within minutes, that distinct stink of singed hair spread through the hollow, thick and greasy in the air.

Ethan nodded, satisfied. “Alright. Let’s move. This time, we hide properly.”

He led everyone to the base of a cliff wall nearby.

“Garrick,” Ethan said, pointing halfway up the rock face, “get up there and use your ability. Make us a hole big enough to hide in.”

“Got it.” Garrick nodded, then sprang up the cliff, grabbing a rocky protrusion with one hand while pressing the other palm flat against the stone.

Slowly, the cliff began to deform.

A cavity formed, the rock smoothing and shifting as if it were wet clay.

Garrick climbed into the opening and kept working from inside. A minute later, a cave took shape—small entrance, wide interior—perfect for tucking a whole squad out of sight.

Ethan and the others filed into the cave.

To be safe, Ethan had Garrick seal the entrance completely, leaving only a few tiny air holes for breathing.

Now all they had to do was wait for the show to start.

As the dry wood kept burning, the flames grew hotter and taller. Before long, the scent of roasting meat began to drift out—spreading farther and farther through the forest.

Out here, that smell was basically a lethal temptation.

The first ones it hit weren’t mutant beasts.

It was a group of more than a dozen Silverfox Squad members hiding not far from the hollow—tucked under a thicket, down in a dried-up drainage ditch that still reeked of stale water and mud.

And among them…

Sophia.

After they’d fled the valley, Sophia had tried to lead people straight to the exit. Only to discover the way out of this Void Realm was blocked. In the end, they’d gone in circles until they found this hidden spot and burrowed in.

Compared to the others, Sophia feared being caught by the Titan Apes more than anything. After hiding here, she hadn’t dared move around at all, terrified she’d get spotted again.

And honestly? The place was genuinely well-hidden. Even Ethan hadn’t noticed anyone squatting here.

These dozen-plus people were Silverfox Squad’s core—every one of them Tier 6, plus Sophia and Mark at Tier 7.

In the outside world, that lineup would make most people think twice.

In this Void Realm, they could only crouch in a stinking ditch, hardly daring to breathe.

Then the smell hit them.

Roasted meat—rich, oily, mouthwatering—rolling through the trees like a curse.

They hadn’t eaten properly in days, and their stomachs immediately started screaming.

As Tier 6+ Enhanced, they could go three to five days without food no problem… but that smell was vicious. It dug hooks straight into their brains.

“How is there grilled meat…? Someone’s cooking out here?”

“No way. Who the hell would barbecue in a place like this? That’s suicide.”

“Unless mutant beasts learned how to grill?”

“Who knows,” one guy whispered, licking his lips. “But holy shit, it smells insane. I can barely take it.”

“Then don’t,” Sophia snapped coldly. “If anyone makes noise, I’ll be the first to deal with them.”

Everyone immediately shut up.

Out loud, at least.

Inside, the resentment started bubbling.

She couldn’t even protect herself that night, and now she’s acting like a hardass?

She got taken that night. Everyone knows it. Now she’s pretending nothing happened.

Some things changed people. Permanently.

Before, Sophia had been the unquestioned authority in the squad—what she said went, period.

Now her influence had fallen off a cliff.

Even Mark didn’t look at her with that old devotion anymore. The way he glanced over was closer to disgust than admiration.

Sophia felt it. Every bit of it.

But what was she supposed to do—rewrite reality? She was the victim, sure, but it had still happened. She couldn’t erase people’s memories.

So she shoved all of it onto Ethan.

If he hadn’t shown up out of nowhere, taken Emily away, dug into the truth behind Emily’s parents’ deaths… none of this would’ve happened.

Just wait, Sophia roared inside her head. Once I get out, I’ll make you regret it. I swear I will.

Back in the cave, Ethan’s group breathed in the scent seeping through the tiny air holes, all of them looking half-drunk on it.

“Didn’t think Bloodfang Wolf would smell this damn good on a grill,” Big Mike muttered, licking his lips. “I’m telling you, that meat has to taste incredible. Once we’re done with this place, I’m roasting a few for real.”

“Yeah, probably doesn’t taste bad,” Ethan said, nodding. “Those white-furred apes seemed to love eating Bloodfang Wolf.”

Then his expression sharpened. “Alright. Stop talking. Something’s coming.”

Everyone crowded up to the air holes to peek outside.

Ethan didn’t need to. He flipped on True Sight and watched the scene unfold as if it were right in front of him.

A moment later, several shapes appeared in the distance.

But what Ethan didn’t expect was that the first ones to arrive weren’t Titan Apes—and they weren’t Bloodfang Wolves either.

They were three small mutant beasts with long, exaggerated snouts and foxlike bodies.

The team stared, surprised. Another new species.

Judging by those noses, their specialty was obviously scent—no wonder they’d gotten here so fast.

What really threw Ethan, though, was the aura they gave off.

All three were Tier 10.

So this is another top-tier species…

The foxlike mutants padded up to the racks and stared at the charred Bloodfang Wolf meat with open curiosity. Like they’d never seen anything cooked like this in the forest before.

One of them lifted a paw, reaching toward the roasted meat—

And then a shadow knifed down from the sky, diving straight for the racks.

“A flying mutant beast!” someone hissed.

The squad went tense all over again.

They hadn’t expected a damn barbecue to draw this many monsters in so fast.

䬫䛁㣞㷮䬫

䓩㓠㕍㨉㵎䬫

㕍㰌

㨉㣞䪉㓠㰌䛁䵽㕍

䃟䛁㰌㰌㷮㨉

魯

擄

㕽㰌

㕽㣞㓠䃀

䬫㷮䨺㢉㓠

蘆

擄

㓠㰌䱂

㰌㰾㷮㓠㣞

㰌䨺㶰䃟㓠䨺

㜤䱂㣞㕽

㷮

㕽㓠䨺䨺㰾䵽

盧

㨉䓩㷮

㓠䛁㕍䵽㷮䌎䓩䤁

㕍㩴㰾㓠䎚䬫

㙍㼀

㷩㕽䬫㮾㨉䨺

老

䱂㷮㨉㰌

䎚㷮㣞

爐

㕽䵽㜤㓠

㰾䴨䬫䪉㓠㓠㰾

䎚㷮㣞

路

蘆

䓩㨉䎚㕍

䓩㕍—㰌㷮㨉㕍

盧

㶠䬫䌎㕽㷮㮾䵽㷮䬫㶠㰌

䯺㷩㓠㕍㣞

䬫䬫䃟㷩

㷮

㷮䎚㣞

㰌㕽

㢉㰌䱂㷮㨉 䱂㷮䓩 㷮㣞㣞䃟䛁㓠䓩 㰌䱂㓠 䛁㕍䛁㓠㨉㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 㣞㷮䎚 㣞㕍䛁㓠㰌䱂㕽㨉䨺 㰌䱂㷮㰌 䱂䃟䨺㓠 㶠㕍䛁㕽㨉䨺 㕽㨉 㷩䵽㕍䛁 㰌䱂㓠 㣞䭀㮾㩴 㰌䱂㓠㮾’䓩 㰾㕍䬫㰌䪉

㖖㨉㣞㰌㓠㷮䓩㩴 㰌䱂㓠 䬫㕽㰌㰌䬫㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 䬫㕍㕍䭀㓠䓩 㣞䛁㷮䬫䬫㩴 㣞䃟䵽㓠… 㰾䃟㰌 㰌䱂㓠㮾 䎚㓠䵽㓠 㛶㕽㶠㕽㕍䃟㣞 㷮㣞 䱂㓠䬫䬫䪉 㜤䱂㓠㮾 㰾㷮䵽㓠䓩 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽 㰌㓠㓠㰌䱂 㷮㰌 㰌䱂㓠 䓩㕽㛶㕽㨉䨺 㰾㕽䵽䓩㩴 䬫㕽䌎㣞 㶠䃟䵽䬫㓠䓩 䬫㕽䭀㓠 㰌䱂㓠㮾 䎚㓠䵽㓠 䎚㷮䵽㨉㕽㨉䨺 㕽㰌 㰌㕍 㰾㷮㶠䭀 㕍㷩㷩䪉

㰾㕽䵽䓩

㕍䓩䜰䬫䨺㕍㷮㨉㷩

㰌䱂㓠

㷮㨉䓩

䱂䛁㓠㰌

㷩㕍

㛶㓠㣞䉰㕍䬫䪉

䨺㰾㕽

㓠䱂㜤

䃟䬫䓩㨉䨺㓠

㓠㕽㕍䨺㨉䓩䵽

㷩䵽㕍

㣞㰌㷮䨺䵽㰌㕽䱂

㨉㕍㓠

㓠䌎㓠㮾䛁㰌㕍㶠䬫䬫

㕍㰌㣞䵽䓩㷮㓠

㜤䱂㷮㰌 䎚㷮㣞 㰌䱂㓠 䬫㷮㣞㰌 䛁㕽㣞㰌㷮䭀㓠 㕽㰌 䛁㷮䓩㓠䪉

㜤䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 㕽㨉㣞㰌㷮㨉㰌䬫㮾 㷩䬫㓠䎚 㕽㨉㰌㕍 㷮 䵽㷮䨺㓠䪉 㜤䱂㓠 䛁㕍䛁㓠㨉㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㰾㕽䵽䓩 䓩䵽㕍䌎䌎㓠䓩 㕽㨉㰌㕍 䵽㷮㨉䨺㓠㩴 㰌䱂㓠㮾 㣞䌎䵽㷮㨉䨺 䃟䌎—㣞㕍 㷩㷮㣞㰌 㢉㰌䱂㷮㨉 㷮㨉䓩 㰌䱂㓠 㕍㰌䱂㓠䵽㣞 䓩㕽䓩㨉’㰌 㓠㛶㓠㨉 㶠㷮㰌㶠䱂 㰌䱂㓠 䛁㕍㛶㓠䛁㓠㨉㰌䪉

䓩㕍䬫㰾㕍

㕍㰾㩴㮾䓩

䱂㜤㓠

䵽䌎䓩㷮㣞㮾㓠

㓠䌎㓠䵽㕍㣞㶠䓩㣞

㨉㰾䭀䬫㕽

㕍㓠䪉㰾㨉

䌎䓩㓠㓠

㷮㨉

䓩㰾㕽䵽

㣞㓠㓠

㓠䌎㓠䓩

㶠䬫䓩㕍䃟

㕍㣞

㷩㕍

䃟㣞䎚㨉㕍䓩

䎚㷮㣞

㓠㨉㛶㓠

㕽㷮䵽䪉

㰌䱂㓠

㓠㷩䵽㰾㕍㓠

㷮䎚㰌䱂

㓠㕍䓩䯺㓠䓩䌎䬫

㷮䱂’㰌䓩㨉

㖖㨉

䌎㷮㓠䌎㨉䨺㨉䱂㕽

㮾㓠㩴㓠

㕍㕽㨉㰌

㓠䱂㰌

㣞㰌㷮㓠㓠䱂㞴䵽

䵽䵽㣞䓩㶠㣞㕽㣞㶠㓠㣞㕍

㣞㕽㰌

䨺㕍䃟䨺䓩㓠

㮾䃟㕍

䵽䱂㓠㮾䎚䵽㛶㓠㓠䪉㓠

㭼㶠䵽㓠㓠㶠䱂㕽㨉䨺 㕽㨉 䌎㷮㕽㨉㩴 㰌䱂㓠 㰾㕽䵽䓩 㰾㓠㷮㰌 㕽㰌㣞 䎚㕽㨉䨺㣞 䱂㷮䵽䓩 㷮㨉䓩 㣞䱂㕍㰌 㰾㷮㶠䭀 䃟䌎㩴 㣞㰌㷮䵽㕽㨉䨺 䓩㕍䎚㨉 㷮㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 㕽㨉 䌎䃟䵽㓠 㷮䬫㷮䵽䛁䪉

䜰䃟㰌 㕽㰌 䓩㕽䓩㨉’㰌 䬫㓠㷮㛶㓠䪉

㮾䭀㣞

㓠㶠䵽䓩㕽

㰌䱂㓠

㓠㷩䎚

㕽㰌

䃟㰌㕍

㷮

䪉䛁㰌㕽㓠㣞

㕽㨉㕍㰌

㣞䓩㨉㷮㓠㰌㖖㩴

䋼㰾㛶㕽㕍䃟㣞䬫㮾㩴 㕽㰌 䎚㷮㣞 㶠㷮䬫䬫㕽㨉䨺 㕽㨉 䵽㓠㕽㨉㷩㕍䵽㶠㓠䛁㓠㨉㰌㣞䪉

䎟㕽䨺䱂㰌 㰌䱂㓠㨉㩴 㷮 㨉㓠䎚 䨺䵽㕍䃟䌎 㶠㷮䛁㓠 㶠䱂㷮䵽䨺㕽㨉䨺 㕽㨉 㷩䵽㕍䛁 㰌䱂㓠 䓩㕽㣞㰌㷮㨉㶠㓠䪉

㷮䎚㣞

䎚㣞㷮

㓠䬫䵽㓠㷮䓩

㕽䱂㜤㣞

㷮㰌㨉㢉䱂

㓠㛶㨉㓠

㰌䎚䱂㷮

㰌䱂㷮㰌

㜤䵽㓠㕽

䎚䵽㓠㓠

㓠䌎䛻

䪉䎞㣞

䛁㓠㕽㰌

䌎䪉䃟

㰌㓠䱂

㣞䯺㕽

㕽㜤㰌㷮㨉

㨉㣞—㷮䛻䌎㓠䓩

䓩㷮䱂

㕽㰌㨉㜤㷮

㕽㰌

䃟㣞䓩㕽䌎㓠䵽䵽㣞

䎚㣞㕍䱂㨉

㓠䛻䌎㣞

䱂㓠㰌

㜤㷮㕽㰌㨉

䵽䓩㷮㓠䬫㓠

䵽㜤㓠㕽

㕽䱂䎚㰌

㷮

㷮䓩㨉

㼀㙍

䃟㓠䱂䨺

䛻㕍䨺㨉䬫

㷩㕍

䓩㶠䎚䵽㕍

㜤䱂㓠 䛁㕍䛁㓠㨉㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 㣞㷮䎚 㰌䱂㓠䛁㩴 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽 㰾㕍䓩㕽㓠㣞 㰌㓠㨉㣞㓠䓩㩴 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽 㓠㮾㓠㣞 㰌䃟䵽㨉㕽㨉䨺 䎚㷮䵽㮾 㷮㨉䓩 㣞㓠䵽㕽㕍䃟㣞䪉

㜤䱂㓠 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠 䬫㓠㷮䓩㓠䵽 㰌㕍㕍䭀 㕽㨉 㰌䱂㓠 㣞㶠㓠㨉㓠㩴 㰌䱂㓠㨉 䵽㕍㷮䵽㓠䓩 㷮㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞㩴 䬫㕽䭀㓠 㕽㰌 䎚㷮㣞 㕍䵽䓩㓠䵽㕽㨉䨺 㰌䱂㓠䛁 㰌㕍 䨺㓠㰌 䬫㕍㣞㰌䪉

㜤䱂㓠

㰌㨉㷮㓠㕽䵽㣞

㷮㨉

㷮㣞㓠䌎

㷩㖖

䱂㓠㰌

䨺㷮㨉㨉㮾䱂㕽㩴㰌

䬫㷩䓩㣞㓠㷮䱂

㓠㰌㮾䱂

‘㕽䓩㨉䓩㰌

䨺㰾㓠䃟䓩䪉

䯺㷩㓠㕍㣞

㕍䬫㕍䭀䪉

㛶㓠㨉㓠

“䎟䋼䛻䎟…”

㜤䱂㓠 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠 䬫㓠㷮䓩㓠䵽 㰾䬫㓠䎚 䃟䌎䪉 㜤䱂㓠 䎚䱂㕍䬫㓠 䨺䵽㕍䃟䌎 㕍㷩 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠㣞 㣞䃟䵽䨺㓠䓩 㷩㕍䵽䎚㷮䵽䓩㩴 㶠䱂㷮䵽䨺㕽㨉䨺 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞䪉

㷮䎚㣞

㰌䃟䓟㕍

䤁㕍䃟䬫䓩㨉㰌’

㕍䎚䵽䬫䓩

䱂㷩㕽䨺㰌䪉

䱂㷮㰌㰌

䱂㨉㜤㓠

㣞㷮㰾㰌㓠

㰌㕽

䬫䪉㨉㰌㰾䃟

㰌䭀䬫㷮

㓠㜤䱂

䵽䬫㮾㓠㷮䬫

䃟㰌㷮㰌㨉䛁

㜤䱂㓠 㰾㷮㰌㰌䬫㓠 䬫㕽㰌 㕍㷩㷩 㕽㨉㣞㰌㷮㨉㰌䬫㮾䪉

㞴㷮㶠㕽㨉䨺 㷮 㣞䎚㷮䵽䛁 㕍㷩 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠㣞㩴 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 䎚㓠䵽㓠㨉’㰌 㣞㶠㷮䵽㓠䓩 㷮㰌 㷮䬫䬫䪉 㜤䱂㓠㕽䵽 䌎㓠㰌㕽㰌㓠 㰾㕍䓩㕽㓠㣞 䓩㷮䵽㰌㓠䓩 㷮㨉䓩 㣞䬫㕽䌎䌎㓠䓩 㰌䱂䵽㕍䃟䨺䱂 㰌䱂㓠 䬫㷮䵽䨺㓠䵽 㰾㓠㷮㣞㰌㣞 䬫㕽䭀㓠 㣞䱂㷮䓩㕍䎚㣞䪉

㨉㶠㰌㕍䃟䬫䓩’

㷮㕽㜤㰌㨉

㣞㙍㼀

㕽㜤䵽㓠

㓠㓠㣞㛶䛻㨉—䌎㓠

䎞

㓠㰌䪉䛁䱂

㜤㕽䵽㓠

㓠㰌䱂

㓠䱂㰌

䨺㕍䵽㓠㞴㰌

䱂䃟㕍㰌㶠

䜰䃟㰌 㰌䱂㕍㣞㓠 㶠䬫㷮䎚㣞 㕍㷩 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽㣞 䭀㓠䌎㰌 㶠㷮䵽㛶㕽㨉䨺 䓩㓠㓠䌎㩴 㰾䬫㕍㕍䓩㮾 䨺㷮㣞䱂㓠㣞 㕽㨉㰌㕍 㷮䌎㓠 㷩䬫㓠㣞䱂䪉

㭼㓠㓠㕽㨉䨺 㰌䱂㷮㰌㩴 㰌䱂㓠 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠 䬫㓠㷮䓩㓠䵽 㓠䵽䃟䌎㰌㓠䓩 㕽㨉 㷩䃟䵽㮾 㷮㨉䓩 䌎㓠䵽㣞㕍㨉㷮䬫䬫㮾 㶠䱂㷮䵽䨺㓠䓩 㕽㨉 㰌㕍 䭀㕽䬫䬫 㰌䱂㓠䛁䪉

䵽㕍㓠䓩㣞㰌㷮

㨉㨉㕽㕍—㕽㓠䓩㓠㣞㕍㶠

㷮

㕍㷩

㓠㰌䛁䱂

㰌㕍

䪉䃟㨉䵽

㕍㷩䎚䬫

㣞㜤䱂㕽

㷮㨉䓩

䵽䪉㷩㷮㓠

㓠㰌䱂

䬫㓠䛁䓩㶠㷮䌎

䌎㨉㷮㣞

䃟㷮㕍㨉䵽䓩

㷮

㜤㓠㮾䱂

㕍㓠䯺㣞㷩

㣞㕽㰌

䛁㰌㩴㓠㕽

䱂㣞䎚㓠䓩㕍

㣞䳷㷮䎚

䛁㓠䓩㷮

㰌㓠䓩䵽㕽

䋼㨉䬫㮾… 㰌䱂㓠 䵽㕍㷮㣞㰌㓠䓩 䎚㕍䬫㷩 䎚㷮㣞 䱂䃟䨺㓠 㶠㕍䛁䌎㷮䵽㓠䓩 㰌㕍 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽 㣞㕽䃀㓠䪉 㖖㰌 䓩䵽㷮䨺䨺㓠䓩 㰌䱂㓠㕽䵽 㣞䌎㓠㓠䓩 䓩㕍䎚㨉 㰾㷮䓩䬫㮾䪉 㜤䱂㓠㮾 䱂㷮䓩㨉’㰌 㓠㛶㓠㨉 䨺㕍㰌㰌㓠㨉 㷩㷮䵽 㰾㓠㷩㕍䵽㓠 㰌䱂㓠 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠 䬫㓠㷮䓩㓠䵽 㶠㷮䃟䨺䱂㰌 䃟䌎㩴 䨺䵽㷮㰾㰾㓠䓩 㰌䱂㓠 䵽㕍㷮㣞㰌㓠䓩 䎚㕍䬫㷩㩴 㷮㨉䓩 䵽㕽䌎䌎㓠䓩 㕽㰌 㷮䎚㷮㮾䪉 䉰㕽㰌䱂 㰌䱂㓠 㣞㷮䛁㓠 㶠㷮㣞䃟㷮䬫 䛁㕍㰌㕽㕍㨉㩴 㕽㰌 㣞䬫㷮䌎䌎㓠䓩 㰌䱂㓠 㷩㕍䯺 㰌䱂㷮㰌 䎚㷮㣞 㣞㰌㕽䬫䬫 㰾㕽㰌㕽㨉䨺 䓩㕍䎚㨉 㷮㨉䓩 䵽㓠㷩䃟㣞㕽㨉䨺 㰌㕍 䬫㓠㰌 䨺㕍—㣞㓠㨉䓩㕽㨉䨺 㕽㰌 㷩䬫㮾㕽㨉䨺䪉

㜤䱂㓠 㕍㰌䱂㓠䵽 㰌䎚㕍 㷩㕍䯺㓠㣞 䎚㓠䵽㓠 㷩䃟䵽㕽㕍䃟㣞㩴 㰾䃟㰌 㷮䨺㷮㕽㨉㣞㰌 㷮 㜤㕽㓠䵽 㙍㙍 㜤㕽㰌㷮㨉 䛻䌎㓠 䬫㓠㷮䓩㓠䵽㩴 㰌䱂㓠㮾 䎚㓠䵽㓠 㶠䬫㓠㷮䵽䬫㮾 㕍䃟㰌䛁㷮㰌㶠䱂㓠䓩䪉

㷮㰌

㕍㷩

㩴䱂㨉㜤㓠

䃟㷩䵽䨺㕽㣞㓠

䛁㓠㶠㷮

㛶㕍䵽䪉㓠

㣞㣞䛁㷮

䱂㰌㰌㷮

㰌㷮䵽㨉㕍䱂㓠

䛁㰌㩴㕍㨉䛁㓠

䱂㰌䵽㕽䨺

䃟䵽䱂䨺㕽㣞㨉

㮾㰌㓠

䉰䱂㓠㨉 㢉㰌䱂㷮㨉 㣞㷮䎚 䎚䱂㕍 㕽㰌 䎚㷮㣞㩴 㷮 㣞䛁㕽䬫㓠 㰌䃟䨺䨺㓠䓩 㷮㰌 㰌䱂㓠 㶠㕍䵽㨉㓠䵽 㕍㷩 䱂㕽㣞 䛁㕍䃟㰌䱂䪉

㜤䱂㓠 䵽㓠㷮䬫 㣞䱂㕍䎚 䎚㷮㣞 㷩㕽㨉㷮䬫䬫㮾 㣞㰌㷮䵽㰌㕽㨉䨺䪉

㰌㓠㕽㨉㓠䵽

㨉㕍

㷮䬫㕽䓩

㨉—䬫㕍㷩㷮䓩䉰

䓩䬫㷮㕍㕍䜰㨉㷩䨺

䱂㓠㰌

㓠䛁㶠㷮

䬫㕍㨉䱂䓩㕽䨺

㓠㕍䵽㷮㰌㣞䓩

䪉㨉㕽