I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2043: 2042: Eerie, the Secret of the Mountain Peak

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Capítulo 2043: Chapter 2042: Eerie, the Secret of the Mountain Peak

Xu Zimei just stared at Song Yuanshan like this.

The old man’s expression was meticulous. He looked at Xu Zimei and smiled again.

“How can this be proven?” Xu Zimei asked.

“I have no way to prove it, but I just know,” Song Yuanshan replied.

“I’ve never told anyone about this, but you have a kindness towards the little girl Mu Yang, so I only tell you.”

“A long time ago, the Divine Emperor was defeated in the Death Swamp and never came out again.

At that time, everyone thought the Divine Emperor was dead.

People outside didn’t know, and we on the periphery didn’t either.

A century ago, when I was still a child.”

“Back then, I always wanted to explore the depths of the Death Swamp. One day, something huge suddenly erupted from its depths.

A blue torrent rushed to the sky, illuminating the entire realm of the Death Swamp.

I saw the torrent and thought a treasure had surfaced, so I climbed over that mountain to find it.”

“Do you know what I saw after climbing over the mountain?”

“A man stood in the void, from whom an endless torrent erupted.”

“At that time, I didn’t quite understand what it was until a few years later, when I happened to see a portrait of the Divine Emperor and realized that the man looked exactly like the Divine Emperor.”

“Appearances can be imitated,” Xu Zimei replied.

“But that aura cannot be imitated,” Song Yuanshan answered seriously.

“Over the years, countless strong men have come to the Death Swamp, but those with such aura can be counted on one hand.”

Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

He didn’t entirely believe Song Yuanshan’s words but didn’t deny them either.

“Let’s keep this matter a secret for now,” Xu Zimei thought and said.

“Otherwise, revealing it could cause an uproar, and your entire Sun Chasing Village wouldn’t be at peace.”

“I certainly know that, so I’ve kept my mouth shut all these years,” Song Yuanshan nodded.

“By the way, do you still want this Broken Sword Fragment?

It doesn’t do me any good to keep it.”

“Give it to me,” Xu Zimei took the Broken Sword Fragment.

“At that time, the Divine Emperor erupted, and I could only watch from a distance without daring to approach.

After he left for a while, I circled around that place and found this sword fragment,” Song Yuanshan explained.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

“Thank you, this information is very important to me.”

“I’m glad I could help you,” Song Yuanshan smiled.

“After all, in Sun Chasing Village, we emphasize reciprocity.”

Xu Zimei thought for a moment and said, “In a while, there might be a decisive battle between Immortal Island and the Death Swamp.

At that time, I will ensure Sun Chasing Village is unaffected.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Song Yuanshan said, about to kneel down in gratitude.

He had been waiting for this statement.

After all, the old are wise. Although Sun Chasing Village is in the Death Swamp, the events in the Death Ancient City might be known to Song Yuanshan through some intelligence channels.

The great decisive battle is imminent, something everyone can feel.

However, in chaotic times, it is impossible for common people to find peace.

The only choice is to rely on the strong.

Song Yuanshan kept the secret of the Divine Emperor for a lifetime, and now finally revealed it.

This was his bargaining chip.

Xu Zimei had already lost any friendship by bringing back Mu Yang, and without this bargaining chip, when the decisive battle arrived, Sun Chasing Village would be the first to bear the brunt, and they wouldn’t know where to go.

Fortunately, Song Yuanshan achieved his aim, and Xu Zimei obtained important information.

…

At this moment, Mu Yang walked in with the brewed medicinal herbs.

She gently helped the lady on the bed sit up and carefully fed her the medicine. The Stealth Grass indeed had remarkable effects.

Just a few sips, and Mu Yang’s mother’s complexion turned rosy, while the surrounding curse power also lightened significantly.

“Do people in the village all experience this?” Xu Zimei asked.

Song Yuanshan sighed.

He replied, “Most people do, and this is considered mild. Some severe cases die on the spot, unable to hold on until this time.”

“We all hope to one day become real people and leave this land.”

After finishing the medicine, Mu Yang’s mother was noticeably better, her consciousness clearer.

However, recovering from a serious illness, she still needed rest.

Stepping out of the courtyard, the sky had already darkened.

The villagers of Sun Chasing Village had prepared a dinner.

Song Yuanshan explained, “The Death Swamp at night is even more dangerous. In addition to those wraiths, there are also eerie wanderers.

Why don’t you leave tomorrow?”

Xu Zimei smiled and said, “I actually want to see the eerie creatures. If I’m afraid even of this, I might as well not attack the Death Swamp.”

The dinner was plentiful, but Xu Zimei didn’t eat much, just tasted a few bites.

Because the food here was all infected with the power of the curse, though slightly, it didn’t suit Xu Zimei’s taste.

When leaving at night, Mu Yang bid farewell with tears, thanking Xu Zimei for taking care of her along the way.

Xu Zimei accepted it with composure.

Without his help, it’s uncertain whether Mu Yang would have returned, let alone the Stealth Sect giving her the Hidden God Grass because of him.

After leaving Sun Chasing Village, Xu Zimei didn’t rush to leave but climbed over the mountain and headed to see the depths of the Death Swamp.

When the Divine Emperor briefly appeared, Song Yuanshan saw the Broken Sword Fragment.

Xu Zimei then asked about the location where he found the fragment, intending to investigate.

If there were no accidents, this Broken Sword would indeed be the Divine Emperor’s sword.

After climbing over the mountain, Xu Zimei encountered many eerie creatures.

These eerie beings were similar to wraiths but entirely different.

Both were creatures that died tragically in the Death Swamp.

However, wraiths were the remnants after souls were scattered, while eerie creatures mostly retained their bodies.

Along the way, Xu Zimei saw a traveling scholar, a tempting woman, and even elders and children.

These people tried to kill Xu Zimei in various ways, but unfortunately, they were all easily swept aside by him.

Xu Zimei quickly reached the location of the Broken Sword Fragment.

This was already very close to the depths of the Death Swamp, a sort of dividing point.

Upon arriving, Xu Zimei immediately noticed that a great battle had occurred here before.

Many deep pits had appeared around, all left by powerful forces.

On the left side of the mountain, a peak stood, but it was cut in half by someone with one sword.

In the middle of the peak, a narrow stream of light appeared from the sky.

Within the peak, the undying and indestructible Sword Intent raged.

So intense was the Sword Intent that Xu Zimei could feel his skin tingling even when approaching.

This was definitely left by a strong person at the level of the Three Corpses.

Only an existence of the same realm could make Xu Zimei feel like this.

“The Divine Emperor, huh, it seems what Song Yuanshan said is true,” Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

“But why hasn’t this place been discovered all these years, being so close to the periphery?”

He looked around and finally found the reason.

Only to see that around the peak were several stone tablets standing.

䀑䞵㤕䀘㶏

䀘䀑䞵䞵䛇䀘

䀑䛇䛇㐷

盧

擄

老

盧

櫓

䀘㐷䭸

路

㐷㶏䔞

櫓

路

蘆

䀘䀑䱚㑺㐷㶏䢶㶏

䀘䞵㹈䀘㚠

㡱䞵䪸䶙䔄㑺㓤䀘㑺㐷㷻㷻䭸㤕㐷䢶㹈䀘䔞䀑㹈䀘䞵䀑㤕㶏䀘䞵䀑䀘䛇䀘㕺㹈䀘䢶㤕䶙䛇䔞㶏’䀑㹈䀘䛇㷻䤗䶙䀑䊹䀘䀘䛇㐷䞵䶙䭸䐉䀘㤕䊹㐷䅠䀘䭸䞵㑺㤕㶏㑺㶏䞵㑺䔞䀘䱚

“㰪㟉㷻䀘䛇䱣䶙㓤㐷㶏䨝䀑䀘䛇䀘㲱”

䞵䛇䀑䀘㐷

㤕䛇䔞

䀑㑺

䀘䈔䅠䭸

䞵㐷㹈

㐷

䶙㘧㑺㶏䀘㹈䢶䀘䀑㕺

㹈㚠䞵㑺

㶏䤗䀘䀘

䛇䀑㤕䞵

䀑䱚㓤䀘㑺

㐷㔬䞵

䀑㤕

㐷䀑

䗰㹈㐷䀑㑺䞵䢶㐷䭸䅠䀘䔞㤕㶏䀑㹈㑺䞵䞵䀑㤕㶏䀘䞵䀑䀘䛇䀘㑺䞵䀑㹈䀘㚠㐷㤕㑺䞵䀑㕍㹈㐷䭸㓤㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘䭙䭸䀘㐷䀑㒂㐷㤕㕺䀑㹈䀘㔬㤕䭸䔞䞵 ‘㰪㟉㷻䀘䛇䱣䶙㓤㐷㶏’ 䀘㟉㷻䛇㐷㑺㶏䀘䅠䀘䭸䈔䀑㹈㑺㶏䐉䱚

㣠䀘䢶㐷䶙䞵䀘䀑㹈䀘䭙䭸䀘㐷䀑㒂㐷㤕䀘㟉㷻䀘䛇䞵㹈䶙㓤㐷㶏䞵㕺㐷䛇䛇㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘㹈䶙㓤㐷㶏䭸㐷䢶䀘㔬㑺䛇䛇䤗䀘䞵䶙䤗䢶㤕㶏䞵䢶㑺㤕䶙䞵䛇䈔䭸䀘㷻䀘䛇䛇䀘䔞䊹䭸㤕㓤㹈䀘䭸䀘䱚

㑺㶏

䀘䢶䱚䞵䞵䭸䶙

㐷䀘䭸㐷

䀘㹈䀑

䭸㷻㤕㔬䀘

㑺䞵

㹈䀘䀑

䭸䶙䔞䞵䶙㤕㑺䭸䐉㶏㶏

䊹㤕

㹈䔞䭸㤕䶙䞵䀘䔞

㶏䔞㡱

䭙䀘㶏䀘䭸㐷䛇䛇䈔䞵㷻䀘㐷䰣㑺㶏䐉㕺㑺䊹㶏㤕䀑䛇㑺䰣䀘䪸䶙䔄㑺㓤䀘㑺㔬㑺䀑㹈㐷䢶䛇䀘㐷䭸䐉㤕㐷䛇㕺㑺䀑’䞵㑺㓤㷻㤕䞵䞵㑺䤗䛇䀘䀑㤕䊹㑺㶏䔞䀑㹈㑺䞵㷻䛇㐷䢶䀘䱚

㓋䀑’䞵䀑㹈䀘㔬㤕䭸䰣㤕䊹㹈䶙㓤㐷㶏䞵䶙䤗䢶㤕㶏䞵䢶㑺㤕䶙䞵䱚

㤕㚠

㐷㹈䱚㓤㕍䭸

䀑䀘㹈

㚠㑺㤕䞵㐷䀑

䞵㑺

㶏㹈䞵㐷㓤䶙

䀘㷻䀘䛇㟉

㓋䀑’䞵䶙㶏䰣㶏㤕㔬㶏㔬㹈㤕䢶㐷䭸䅠䀘䔞䀑㹈䀘䞵䀑䀘䛇䀘㕺䤗䶙䀑㑺䀑㑺䞵䢶䀘䭸䀑㐷㑺㶏䛇䈔䀘㟉䀑䭸㐷㤕䭸䔞㑺㶏㐷䭸䈔䱚

䪸䶙䔄㑺㓤䀘㑺䀘㟉㐷㓤㑺㶏䀘䔞㑺䀑䢶䛇㤕䞵䀘䛇䈔㤕㶏䢶䀘㓤㤕䭸䀘䱚

䰣䀘㶏䤗㤕䭸

䀑㹈䀘

䀘䀑䀘䛇䞵

㔬㐷䞵

䱣䀘

䰣㕺㐷㷻䀘

㐷䀑䀑㹈

㐷㶏䔞

㹈䀘䀘䱚䭸

䛇䀘䀘䞵

䭸䀑䀘䀘㹈

䞵䀑䀘㶏㤕

䢶䭸䔞㑺䀘䔞㤕䅠䀘䞵

䭸㤕䊹㓤

㤕㶏

㔬㤕䞵䔞䭸

䀘㹈䀑

䐉㶏㑺㤕㶏䀑㹈

㷻䀑㐷䭸㐷

䱣㤕㔬䀘䅠䀘䭸㕺㔬㑺䀑㹈㤕䶙䀑㐷䔞㤕䶙䤗䀑㕺㐷䐉䭸䀘㐷䀑䤗㐷䀑䀑䛇䀘㹈㐷䔞䀑㐷䰣䀘㶏㷻䛇㐷䢶䀘㹈䀘䭸䀘䱚

䞑䭸㤕㓤䀑㹈䀘䭸䀘䞵㑺䔞䶙㐷䛇䀘㶏䀘䭸䐉䈔㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘䤗䭸㤕䰣䀘㶏㷻䀘㐷䰣㕺㑺䀑㔬㐷䞵䔞䀘䊹㑺㶏㑺䀑䀘䛇䈔㶏㤕䀑䞵㤕㓤䀘䀑㹈㑺㶏䐉䞵㑺㓤㷻䛇䀘䱚

䀑㑺

䞵㑺

㰪㓤㤕䀘䭸䭸㷻

䤗䶙䀑

䶙䔞䀑㤕㶏’䛇䢶

䀘㑺㑺䔄㓤

䀘”䔞䐦㐷䔞

㶏㐷㹈䞵㶏㐷㑇䶙

䞵㐷

䀘䤗

䶙”㕍䛇䔞㤕

㤕䀑㶏

䀘䀑㹈

䀑䭸䶙䀘

㤕䨝䐉㶏

㑺䞵䔞㕺㐷

䶙䪸

㹈㷻䀘䛇

㑺㑺䅠㒂䀘㶏

㹈䱚㶏䀑䰣㑺

䀑䀑㹈㐷

䱣䀘䞵㹈㤕㤕䰣㹈㑺䞵㹈䀘㐷䔞㕺㤕㶏䛇䈔䊹䀘䀘䛇㑺㶏䐉䀑㹈㐷䀑䀑㹈䀘㒂䀘㐷䀑㹈䨝㔬㐷㓤㷻㔬㐷䞵䛇㑺䰣䀘㐷䊹㤕䐉㕺䞵㹈䭸㤕䶙䔞㑺㶏䐉䀘䅠䀘䭸䈔䀑㹈㑺㶏䐉㑺㶏䔞㐷䭸䰣㶏䀘䞵䞵䱚

䱣㤕㔬䀘䅠䀘䭸㕺㶏㤕㓤㐷䀑䀑䀘䭸㔬㹈㐷䀑㑺䀑㑺䞵㕺㑺䀑㔬㑺䛇䛇㶏䀘䅠䀘䭸䤗䛇㤕䢶䰣㹈㑺䞵㷻㐷䀑㹈䱚

䀑䀘䭸䊹㡱

䀑㤕

㐷䅠㑺㶏䐉䀘䛇

㹈㐷㒂䀑䀘

䨝㓤㔬㕺㷻㐷

䶙㑇

䀘㶏䀑㔬

㹿䢶䀘䞵㑺䔞䱚䀘䀘㶏

䪸䶙

䔄䀘㓤㑺㑺

㚠㹈䀘㰪䛇䔞䀘䭸㐯㐷䞵䀑䀘䭸㑇䶙㤕䊹㑇䶙㹿䀘䞵㑺䔞䀘㶏䢶䀘㔬㐷䞵㤕㶏䢶䀘䀑㹈䀘䞵䀘䭸䅠㐷㶏䀑㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘㒂㑺䅠㑺㶏䀘㰪㓤㷻䀘䭸㤕䭸㕺䞵㤕㹈㑺䞵䶙㶏䔞䀘䭸䞵䀑㐷㶏䔞㑺㶏䐉㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘㒂㑺䅠㑺㶏䀘㰪㓤㷻䀘䭸㤕䭸㑺䞵䶙㶏䔞㤕䶙䤗䀑䀘䔞䛇䈔䀑㹈䀘䢶䛇䀘㐷䭸䀘䞵䀑䱚

㰪䅠䀘㶏䢶䛇䀘㐷䭸䀘䭸䀑㹈㐷㶏䀑㹈䀘㷻䀘㤕㷻䛇䀘㤕䊹䀑㹈䀘䜫㑺㶏䀘䱣䀘㐷䅠䀘㶏䞵㡱䛇䛇㑺㐷㶏䢶䀘䱚

㰪䔞䀘䛇䭸

㐯㐷䀑䞵䭸䀘

䀘䀑㹈

䰣䤗㤕㶏䭸䀘

䱣䀘

䶙㑇

䔞䔞㶏䀘㐷㹈

䞵㔬㤕䔞䭸

䀑㤕

㐷㹈䭸䔞䞵

㤕䊹䭸

䢶㑺㑺㑺㤕䀑㶏㑺㐷䀑䔞㶏䱚䊹䀘

䉙㷻㤕㶏䞵䀘䀘㑺㶏䐉䀑㹈䀘䞵㔬㤕䭸䔞䞵㹈㐷䭸䔞㕺㰪䛇䔞䀘䭸㐯㐷䞵䀑䀘䭸㑇䶙’䞵䀘㟉㷻䭸䀘䞵䞵㑺㤕㶏䢶㹈㐷㶏䐉䀘䔞䔞䭸㐷䞵䀑㑺䢶㐷䛇䛇䈔䱚

㰪㟉䢶㑺䀑䀘䔞䛇䈔䞵㹈㤕䶙䀑䀘䔞㕺 “㓋䀑’䞵㑺䀑㕺䀑㹈㑺䞵㑺䞵䀑㹈䀘㒂㑺䅠㑺㶏䀘㰪㓤㷻䀘䭸㤕䭸’䞵䞵㔬㤕䭸䔞䱚”

䶙䪸

㤕䶙䈔

㓤䔄㑺䀘㑺

䭸䀘㡱”

䀘䶙”䞵䐦䭸

䞵䀘䰣䱚㐷䔞

“䚐䊹䢶㤕䶙䭸䞵䀘㕺㹈㤕㔬䢶㤕䶙䛇䔞㓋㓤㑺䞵䀑㐷䰣䀘䀑㹈䀘㒂㑺䅠㑺㶏䀘㰪㓤㷻䀘䭸㤕䭸’䞵䞵㔬㤕䭸䔞㕺” 㰪䛇䔞䀘䭸㐯㐷䞵䀑䀘䭸㑇䶙䭸䀘㷻䛇㑺䀘䔞䀘㟉䢶㑺䀑䀘䔞䛇䈔䱚

“䗰㹈䀘䭸䀘䔞㑺䔞䈔㤕䶙䊹㑺㶏䔞䀑㹈㑺䞵䐦”

㓤㑺㑺䀘䔄

㐷㒂䀑”䀘㹈

䶙䪸

㕺䨝㐷㷻㔬㓤”

䔞䭸䱚䀘䛇㑺㷻䀘

䉙㷻㤕㶏㹈䀘㐷䭸㑺㶏䐉䀑㹈㑺䞵㕺㰪䛇䔞䀘䭸㐯㐷䞵䀑䀘䭸㑇䶙’䞵䀘㟉㷻䭸䀘䞵䞵㑺㤕㶏䤗䀘䢶㐷㓤䀘䞵㤕㓤䤗䀘䭸㐷䐉㐷㑺㶏䱚

“㚠㹈䀘䞵㔬㤕䭸䔞㹈㐷䞵䤗䀘䢶㤕㓤䀘䛇㑺䰣䀘䀑㹈㑺䞵㕺㓋’㓤㐷䊹䭸㐷㑺䔞䀑㹈䀘㒂㑺䅠㑺㶏䀘㰪㓤㷻䀘䭸㤕䭸㹈㑺㓤䞵䀘䛇䊹㑺䞵㐷䛇䞵㤕㓤㤕䭸䀘㹈㐷䭸㓤䀑㹈㐷㶏䐉㤕㤕䔞䱚”

㹈䞵㚠”㑺

䱚䔞䛇䞵䀘㓤㑺

䞵㑺

㶏㤕㔬”㕺

䀑䞵䛇㑺䛇

䪸䶙

䭸㤕䊹

䀘䔄㑺㑺㓤

㑺䀑㐷䢶䶙㶏䀘䭸㶏

“䙰䀘䭸㹈㐷㷻䞵䀑㹈䀘䭸䀘㔬㑺䛇䛇䤗䀘䞵㤕㓤䀘䞵䶙䭸㷻䭸㑺䞵䀘䞵䀑㹈䀘㶏䱚”

䱣䀘䤗㑺䔞䊹㐷䭸䀘㔬䀘䛇䛇䀑㤕㑇䶙㹿䀘䞵㑺䔞䀘㶏䢶䀘㐷㶏䔞㷻䭸䀘㷻㐷䭸䀘䔞䀑㤕䞵䀘䀘䰣㤕䶙䀑䀑㹈䀘䨝䀘㐷㣠䀘㐷䞵䀑㚠䭸㑺䤗䀘䱚

䞵䀘䔞㑺䭸䀘

䭸㓋㓤䀑㓤㤕䛇㐷

䨝䀘㐷

㶏㤕

䱚䢶㶏㤕䀘㐷

㔬㑺㶏㹈㑺䀑

䤗㑺㚠䭸䀘

㑺䞵

䀘㚠㹈

㹈䀘䀑

㤕䀑㶏

䀘㷻䔞䀘

䞵䀘䀑㣠㐷

䀑㹈䈔䀘

䞵㕒㓋㶏䛇㐷䔞

㓋䀑㑺䞵㐷㷻䛇㐷䢶䀘㤕䊹䀘㶏䔞䛇䀘䞵䞵㷻䀘䭸㑺䛇䱚

㰪䅠䀘㶏䀑㹈䀘㷻㤕㔬䀘䭸䊹䶙䛇䊹㑺䐉䶙䭸䀘䞵㤕䊹㓋㓤㓤㤕䭸䀑㐷䛇㓋䞵䛇㐷㶏䔞䔞㐷䭸䀘㶏㤕䀑䐉㤕䀑㹈䀘䭸䀘䀘㐷䞵㑺䛇䈔䱚

㐷䀘䨝

㐷䐉䛇㤕㹈䶙㹈䀑

䀑㤕㶏

䞵㐷

䱚䛇䶙䊹䭸䀘㔬㤕㷻

㶏㤕䭸䶙䶙㓤䀘䞵

䞵㑺

䤗㑺䭸䈔䛇㶏䢶㑺䀘䔞

䀘㓤㹈䀑

㹈䀘㐷䢶

䀘䞵䞵㐷䀑㣠

䭸䀘㕺㐷䢶

䞵㑺

䊹㤕

㶏䀘㓤䶙䭸䤗

䀘㹈䀑

㐷㹈㓤㶏䶙

䀘䞵㣠䀘䢶㐷䶙

䊹㤕

䞵㐷

䀘㹈䀑

㐯㤕䭸䀘㤕䅠䀘䭸㕺䤗䀘㑺㶏䐉㑺㶏䀑㹈䀘㤕䢶䀘㐷㶏㕺㑺䀑㑺䞵䀑㹈䀘㑺䭸㐷䔞䅠㐷㶏䀑㐷䐉䀘㤕䶙䞵䀑䀘䭸䭸㐷㑺㶏㕺㐷㶏䔞㹈䶙㓤㐷㶏䞵㐷䭸䀘㐷䀑㐷䔞㑺䞵㐷䔞䅠㐷㶏䀑㐷䐉䀘䱚

䪸䶙䔄㑺㓤䀘㑺䛇䀘䊹䀑䀑㹈䀘㒂䀘㐷䀑㹈㡱㶏䢶㑺䀘㶏䀑㕍㑺䀑䈔㕺䭸㑺䔞㑺㶏䐉䀑㹈䀘㚠㑺㓤䀘䱥䨝㷻㐷䢶䀘䨝㹈䶙䀑䀑䛇䀘㕺䞵㷻䀘䀘䔞㑺㶏䐉㐷㔬㐷䈔䀑㤕㔬㐷䭸䔞䞵䀑㹈䀘㑺䞵䛇㐷㶏䔞’䞵㷻䀘䭸㑺㓤䀘䀑䀘䭸㐷䀑䀘㟉䀑䭸䀘㓤䀘䞵㷻䀘䀘䔞䱚

㐷䀘䞵䀑㣠

㶏㤕䀑

㑺䊹

㤕䶙䈔

䀑㒂㹈䀘㐷

䀘䀘䭸䞵䀑䀘䢶䅠㑺㕺

䊹㤕

䈔㤕䶙

㶏䀑㤕

㚠䀘䭸㑺䤗

䨝㔬㕒㷻㐷㓤

㤕䛇㑺䢶䀑㐷㶏㤕

㑺䛇䰣䀘

䨝㐷䀘

㶏䀘䀘䅠

䀘䔞䭸㐷

䀑㹈䀘

㹈㚠䀘

䞵㙪䀑䶙

䞵㑺

䀘㶏䀑䭸䱚䀘

㤕㔬㕺㶏䰣

㓋㶏䭸䀘䢶䀘㶏䀑䈔䀘㐷䭸䞵㕺䀑㹈䀘䔞㑺䞵䀑䶙䭸䤗㐷㶏䢶䀘䞵㤕䊹䞵䀘㐷䤗䀘㐷䞵䀑䞵㹈㐷䅠䀘䤗䀘䢶㤕㓤䀘㑺㶏䢶䭸䀘㐷䞵㑺㶏䐉䛇䈔䊹䭸䀘㘧䶙䀘㶏䀑䱚

㚠㹈䀘䈔㐷䭸䀘䀘㟉䀑䭸䀘㓤䀘䞵䀘䢶䀑㐷䭸㑺㐷㶏䞵䱚

㹈䀑䀑㐷

䀑䀘㒂㹈㐷

㹈䀘䀑

䀘㤕㤕䤗㶏䔞㑺䛇䛇

䀘䨝㐷

䀑㑺䀘㶏㑺䛇䀘㐷㓤

䔞䛇䚐

䤗㑺䀘㚠䭸

䱚䀘㚠䀘䭸

㤕䊹

㹈䀑䀘

㔬㓤䨝㐷㷻㕺

㶏㑺

䀑㤕

䀘㑺䛇䞵䅠䀘䀘䤗

䀑㹈䀘

䭸䞵㤕䀘䢶䶙

㣠䀘㐷䞵䀑

䀘㹈㚠

䞵䀘㑺䛇

㓋䊹㐷䛇䛇䤗䛇㤕㤕䔞䛇㑺㶏䀘䞵㐷䭸䀘䀘䭸㐷䞵䀘䔞㕺䀑㹈䀘㶏㒂䀘㐷䀑㹈䨝㔬㐷㓤㷻䢶㐷㶏䤗䀘㐷䛇䛇䀘䅠㑺㐷䀑䀘䔞㤕䭸䀘䅠䀘㶏䢶䶙䭸䤗䀘䔞䱚

䚐㶏㓋㓤㓤㤕䭸䀑㐷䛇㓋䞵䛇㐷㶏䔞㕺䀑㹈䀘㹈䶙㓤㐷㶏䭸㐷䢶䀘㑺䞵㤕䊹䤗䛇㤕㤕䔞䛇㑺㶏䀘㕺㐷㶏䔞䀑㹈䀘䨝䀘㐷㣠䀘㐷䞵䀑㚠䭸㑺䤗䀘㑺䀑䞵䀘䛇䊹㑺䞵㐷䛇䞵㤕㤕䊹䤗䛇㤕㤕䔞䛇㑺㶏䀘䱚

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