I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2189: 2188: Playing Dead, Researching Demonic Qi
Capítulo 2189: Chapter 2188: Playing Dead, Researching Demonic Qi
Xu Zimei nodded slightly without saying much, seeing how perceptively they acted.
Everything inside was unknown, and he couldn’t possibly protect them like a babysitter. If that were the case, he might as well let them stay outside.
“The problem now is, do we let them discover us?” Nine Snake True Man asked.
“We disguise ourselves as lost travelers, just say we lost our way. They will definitely take action.
That’s what I did before,” said the Moon God.
Everyone nodded.
These people below transporting corpses are probably bloodthirsty, ferocious characters.
Ordinary people simply can’t do this kind of work.
They kill wantonly without considering the consequences.
Xu Zimei and the other three made brief preparations.
They took out four plain hemp garments, looking like a family in distress.
The Moon God deliberately altered his facial features to appear extremely ugly.
Otherwise, those people might have bad intentions.
After confirming everything was fine, the four of them slowly walked toward the village.
The closer they got to the village, the more the thick scent of blood seemed to rush straight to their noses.
On the ground of this village, almost forming scabs, appeared extremely brutal.
Old Sun supported Xu Zimei.
The four of them had walked about a hundred meters and had not yet entered the village when they were discovered by hidden scouts around them.
“Who goes there?”
With a soft shout.
Suddenly, more than a dozen people surrounded Xu Zimei and the others.
These ten or so people wielded large machetes, each with bulging muscles.
Seeing them, Nine Snake True Man hurried forward and said, “We are a family of four fleeing famine, lost our way here.
Good people, do you have food? We’ve been hungry for three days and nights.”
“Lost?” The man in the middle looked them over and then laughed.
“Well, you’re in luck; I happen to have a way to ease your hunger.”
The man spoke as he slowly approached.
Nine Snake True Man seemed unaware and hurriedly laughed, “We’ve met kind people, thank you all.”
“No need to thank,” while speaking, the man suddenly attacked, swinging his machete directly over.
Laughing loudly, he said, “Since you’re hungry, then die; once dead, you won’t be hungry anymore.”
With a “boom” sound.
A machete pierced directly through Nine Snake True Man’s abdomen, spinning a few times inside.
And as the man acted, the other men around also moved in immediately, almost acting simultaneously.
They hacked Xu Zimei and the others to death with chaotic slashes.
Seeing them so utterly dead, a few men laughed and said, “I thought they were something, just a few refugees looking for death.”
In fact, these spies’ daily task is to watch the surroundings.
Not letting anyone enter here.
So every time someone shows up, they remain particularly alert to avert accidents.
It turned out to be a false alarm.
The leading man said, “Drag their bodies into the village; we happen to need more corpses.”
“Boss, have they started pressing again recently?” someone beside him asked.
“Don’t we ship at least a thousand corpses every month?”
“The experiments need more and more, but the more they want, the more they give,” the boss responded.
“But we’re almost out of people to kill around this border,” the subordinate said.
“I feel like bargaining with a tiger, so worrying.”
“You’re such a coward; I’m the boss and not afraid, what are you afraid of?”
The boss smacked the subordinate’s head harshly.
He said calmly, “Seek wealth amidst risks; such a lucrative deal is once in a lifetime.
If there are no more people at the border, expand the scope southward.”
“There are more people to the south, but what if we’re discovered?” the subordinate inquired.
“You don’t understand; that lord said nowadays, in the Catastrophe Demon Domain, anyone can be killed, just make sure you’re not discovered,” the boss said.
…
The bodies of Xu Zimei and the others were carried into the village.
They were placed separately.
Upon entering the village, Xu Zimei noticed that every room in the village was piled with corpses.
Some people carried corpses back from outside, while others transported them northward.
These people were not afraid of a plague.
Xu Zimei had a high tolerance level; if an ordinary person came here, they might vomit to death directly.
…
After being brought here, some people carried Xu Zimei away, without even stopping, hurrying to the north.
It was clear they were indeed short of corpses.
Although the Great Wall to the north blocked the way, there seemed to be gates every few kilometers.
And there were probably over a dozen such villages supplying corpses, who knows how many people died daily.
Even though Xu Zimei didn’t open his eyes, under the perception of the Divine Soul, everything nearby was clear to him.
And unless someone had similar strength to him, discovering his Divine Soul would be difficult for ordinary people.
When he was pushed to the city gate, those guarding it were people from the Holy Court.
They examined both the bodies and the people transporting them.
The man transporting the bodies laughed, “Sir, we all have Life and Death Seals within us.
It’s impossible to impersonate; if the seal breaks, you’ll definitely know immediately.”
“Caution is warranted,” the inspector replied.
“Alright, no problem, go in.
Remember the old rules, if you roam around, no one can save you.”
The body transporters quickly nodded and bowed.
When dealing with ordinary people, they were executioners, life was as insignificant as straw.
Yet facing the Holy Court, they were like dogs.
After all, the Holy Court was even more ruthless and ferocious than them.
The massive door in front opened.
Inside the hefty door was an endless plain.
However, this plain wasn’t barren; on the contrary, there were countless mechanical creatures in activity here.
These mechanical creatures reminded Xu Zimei of Gongsun Muya.
In Gongsun Muya’s field of technology, there was mechanics.
From his perspective, mechanics was the most basic, simple, and effective combat force.
The mechanical products in front of him seemed somewhat cumbersome, indicating the creators’ skills were inferior to Gongsun Muya’s.
But they served their purpose, merely servicing patrols and ensuring the surrounding security.
Apart from these mechanical beings, there were many laboratories in this northern place.
Xu Zimei wasn’t very familiar with laboratories but could sense that some of them emitted Demonic Qi.
Of course, it was purely Demonic Qi and not creatures of the Demon Race.
“Are they researching Demonic Qi?” This puzzled Xu Zimei.
But he didn’t act rashly. At this moment, finding the other half of the Third-Eye Demon Monarch’s Divine Soul was most critical.
Xu Zimei expanded the range of his Divine Soul once again.
䬺䵶㑵
盧
㺰䌭䜺’䄦㮆䬺䊎
虜
㐇㕝䭻㑵㕝䌭
䌭㑵䩇㢤䵲
㺰㥕䴄䜺’䵶䌭䩇㢤
㰤㠄䩇㮆㮆㑵䌭㑵
露
䬺㕝䌭䜺㕝䴄㰤䜺
盧
㑵䵶
露
老
㑵㿏䬺
䄦䜺䃂䊎䀮
䌭䜺㑵㐇䏺
㮆䊠㕝䌭
㑵䬺䵶
㮆䪐㢤㿏㕝䵶㥿䞮㑵
蘆
擄
㕝䭻䌭㑵㕝㐇
䏺㑵㕝㖧㕝
擄
㕝䵶䴄
䵶䬺㑵
盧
䊎䬺䴄㕝䊎
䜺䊠
䊠䜺
䄦䊎䃂䜺䅣
䘨䄦
㥿䵶㕝䴄 䏺䩇㮆㑵 䵶㕝䏺 䊠㢤䜺䫧䌭 䴄䊎㕝䵲䵶䬺䊎㿏䀮
“䋵䜺䄦䊎㮆 㕝䬺 䵶䩇䭻㑵 䁞㑵㑵䌭 䏺䜺䭻㑵㮆䔖”
䴄㑵㢤䊎㺰䜺
䩇
䴄䩇䫧
㑵䵶
䄦䵶㺿䊎䬺䜺䵶䵲
䵶㑵
㑵䵶㑵䅣㢤
㮆䩇㑵䊎㢤䩇㿏
㮆㑵䊎㾷㾷䄦㰤䅣
䵶䬺䴄䜺䩇䏺㑵䫧
䬺䩇㑵㱀
㺰䴄䌭㑵㕝
㑵㮆㮆㺰㮆㕝㑵
䜺㱀䊎䀮䜺
䬺䜺
䯀䵶㕝䊎㑵 䵶㑵 䫧䩇䴄 䩇䬺 㕝䬺䅣 䵶㑵 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 䩇䊎䴄䜺 䜺䁞䴄㑵㢤䭻㑵 䫧䵶䩇䬺 㑵㠄䩇㺰䬺䊎㿏 䬺䵶㑵 㝹䜺䊎㿏 䋵䜺䄦㢤䬺 䫧䩇䴄 㢤㑵䴄㑵䩇㢤㺰䵶㕝䌭䵲 䵶㑵㢤㑵䀮
䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝’䴄 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䃂䜺䄦䊎 㱀㑵㰤䬺 㑵㠄㰤䩇䌭㮆㕝䌭䵲䅣 䩇䌭㮆 䩇䊠䬺㑵㢤 䩇䌭 䵶䜺䄦㢤䅣 䵶㑵 䩇㢤㢤㕝䭻㑵㮆 䩇䬺 䬺䵶㑵 㺰䜺㢤㑵 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㑵 䌭䜺㢤䬺䵶㑵㢤䌭 䩇㢤㑵䩇䀮
䴄㕝
㺰䵶䵶㕝䯀
㕝䴄䀮䬺㑵
䵶䬺㑵
䴄㺰䩇䊎㮆㑵䜺䞮䊎
㢤㑵䴄㑵䩇䵶㢤㺰
㥿䵶㑵 㺰䜺㢤㰤䴄㑵䴄 䁞㑵㕝䌭䵲 䬺㢤䩇䌭䴄㰤䜺㢤䬺㑵㮆 䩇㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆 䵶㕝䏺 䫧㑵㢤㑵 㕝䌭㺰㢤㑵䩇䴄㕝䌭䵲䅣 䩇䌭㮆 䵶㑵 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 㑵䭻㑵䌭 䵶㑵䩇㢤 䬺䵶㑵 䁞䊎䜺䜺㮆䞮㺰䄦㢤㮆䊎㕝䌭䵲 䴄㺰㢤㑵䩇䏺䴄䀮
“㺿㢤㑵 䬺䵶㑵㿏 䄦䴄㕝䌭䵲 䊎㕝䭻㕝䌭䵲 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 䊠䜺㢤 㑵㠄㰤㑵㢤㕝䏺㑵䌭䬺䴄䔖” 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䊠㢤䜺䫧䌭㑵㮆 䴄䊎㕝䵲䵶䬺䊎㿏䀮
䵶䄦䴄㺰
㢤䅣㰤䴄䵶㑵㰤䩇
㑵㮆䌭㕝㮆㑵
䭻䊎䵲㕝䌭㕝
㢤䩇㑵㢤䀮
㢤䩇䬺䏺䬺䅣㑵
䋵䜺㢤㰤䴄㑵䴄䅣
䴄䄦㑵
䄦㐰㕝㑵䬺
䩇
䜺㰤㑵㰤䊎㑵
㢤䞮䩇㺰䴄㑵䵲䩇䊎㑵䊎
䜺䊠
䬺䄦䁞
㮆䊎䬺䄦䌭’䫧䜺
䩇䴄䫧
㥿䵶㑵㢤㑵 䫧㑵㢤㑵 䏺䩇䌭㿏 㰤䊎䩇㺰㑵䴄 䊠䜺㢤 㑵㠄㰤㑵㢤㕝䏺㑵䌭䬺䴄 䵶㑵㢤㑵䀮
㥕䜺㢤㑵䜺䭻㑵㢤䅣 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䴄㑵䌭䴄㑵㮆 䩇 䭻㑵㢤㿏 㰤䜺䫧㑵㢤䊠䄦䊎 䊠䜺㢤㺰㑵 䊠㢤䜺䏺 䁞㑵䌭㑵䩇䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵 䵲㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆䀮
䜺䬺
䬺䫧㕝䵶
䬺㕝
㕝䬺
䵶㥿㕝䴄
㑵㿏䬺
䩇
㺰䊠㑵䜺㢤
㮆䄦㕝㕝㺰䬺䊠䊠䊎
䁞㑵㑵䩇㺰䴄䄦
䊠䜺
䴄㑵䁞㢤㑵㺰㮆㕝
㺰㢤㕝㢤㑵㮆䩇
㕝䏺䌭㑵䏺㑵䴄
䩇䫧䴄
䌭䴄䀮䩇㑵䭻䩇䴄䵲㑵䴄
䌭䵶㕝䬺
䫧䩇䴄
㬕䄦㢤䬺䵶㑵㢤䏺䜺㢤㑵䅣 䜺䌭䊎㿏 䁞㑵䌭㑵䩇䬺䵶 䬺䵶㕝䴄 㰤㕝㑵㺰㑵 䜺䊠 㑵䩇㢤䬺䵶 䫧䩇䴄 䴄䄦㺰䵶 䩇 䬺䄦㢤䁞䄦䊎㑵䌭䬺 䊠䜺㢤㺰㑵 㰤㢤㑵䴄㑵䌭䬺—䵲䜺㕝䌭䵲 䁞㑵㿏䜺䌭㮆 䩇 䵶䄦䌭㮆㢤㑵㮆 㱀㕝䊎䜺䏺㑵䬺㑵㢤䴄䅣 㕝䬺 䫧䜺䄦䊎㮆 㮆㕝䴄䩇㰤㰤㑵䩇㢤䀮
㥿䵶㑵 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 䬺㢤䩇䌭䴄㰤䜺㢤䬺㕝䌭䵲 䵶㕝䏺 䴄䬺䜺㰤㰤㑵㮆 䵶㑵㢤㑵䀮
㰤㢤㺰䴄䴄㑵䌭㑵㑵
㑵㑵䫧㢤
䏺㑵㢤䩇䊎㮆䁞䜺䊠㕝
㑵㢤㑵㥿䵶
䬺䄦䋵㢤䜺
䵶䬺㑵
㑵䵶㢤䀮㑵
䊠䜺
䏺䩇䌭㿏
䜺㿏㝹䊎
“䋵䜺㢤㰤䴄㑵 䌭㑵㑵㮆㑵㮆 㕝䌭 㝹䜺䄦䴄㑵 䖨䜺䀮 㚲 㕝䌭 䬺䵶㑵 䌭䜺㢤䬺䵶㑵䩇䴄䬺 㺰䜺㢤䌭㑵㢤䅣 䵶䄦㢤㢤㿏 䩇䌭㮆 㰤䄦䴄䵶 㕝䬺 䬺䵶㑵㢤㑵䀮”
䪐䭻㑵㢤㿏 䵶䜺䄦䴄㑵 䄦䴄㑵㮆 䊠䜺㢤 㑵㠄㰤㑵㢤㕝䏺㑵䌭䬺䴄 䵶䩇㮆 䩇 㺰䜺㮆㑵 䩇䌭㮆 䫧䩇䴄 䏺䩇㢤㱀㑵㮆䀮
䵶㑵㥿
䜺䌭
䴄䜺䀮䬺㰤
䩇䫧䴄
㕝㑵㕝㿏䊠䌭㺰䊠㺰㑵
䬺㢤㑵㑵䵶
䌭䩇㮆
䫧䴄䩇
䵲䵶䅣㕝䵶
䴄㕝䩇㿏䊎䁞䊎㺰䩇
䬺䜺
㰤䩇㑵㺰䊎
㑵㢤䏺㠄䬺䊎㑵㑵㿏
䯀䵶㑵䌭 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䫧䩇䴄 㰤䄦䴄䵶㑵㮆 㕝䌭䬺䜺 䬺䵶㕝䴄 㢤䜺䜺䏺䅣 䵶㑵 䵶㑵䩇㢤㮆 䬺䵶㑵 䴄䜺䄦䌭㮆 䜺䊠 䩇䌭 㑵䌭㑵㢤䵲㿏 䴄䬺䜺㢤䏺 䵲䩇䬺䵶㑵㢤㕝䌭䵲 䩇䌭㮆 䬺㑵䩇㢤㕝䌭䵲䀮
䪨䭻㑵㢤 䩇 㮆䜺㾷㑵䌭 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵䴄 䴄䄦㢤㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆㑵㮆 䵶㕝䏺䀮
䊠㕝
䬺㕝
㠄㢤㑵䬺㺰䩇䬺
䊠䜺
䊠䄦䴄㑵
㑵䵶䬺
䜺䊠䜺䬺
㕝䬺
䩇㺰䌭
䜺㢤㑵䁞
䊎㕝䊎䊠
㑵㑵䴄
䵶䬺㑵
䏺䜺㑵㕝䌭㐇㺰
䜺䬺㕝䌭
㕝䴄䩇㮆
“䏬䄦㺰㿏㕝䊎㱀
㑵䜺䌭
䜺䏺䴄㑵
䴄䴄㑵䪐㑵㺰䌭
䵶䬺㕝䫧
㰤䜺㑵㑵䊎㰤
䬺䜺
䊎䜺䂼䜺㮆
䊎䌭䊠㕝㿏䩇䬺䀮
䌭㕝
䌭䩇㮆
䅣”㕝䏬
䬺䵶䫧㕝㑵
㥿䵶㑵䴄㑵 㰤㢤䜺㺰㑵㮆䄦㢤㑵䴄 䵶䩇㮆 䁞㑵㑵䌭 㮆䜺䌭㑵 䬺䵶䜺䄦䴄䩇䌭㮆䴄 䜺䊠 䬺㕝䏺㑵䴄䀮
㺿 㰤䵶㿏䴄㕝㐰䄦㑵 䬺䵶䩇䬺 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 䊠䄦䴄㑵 䫧㕝䬺䵶 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭㕝㺰 䏬㕝 䫧䜺䄦䊎㮆 䏺㑵䊎㮆 㕝䌭䬺䜺 㕝䬺䀮
䬺䜺
㑵䜺㮆㮆㑵㢤䀮䄦䭻
㑵䁞
䜺㑵䵶䬺䴄
㑵䵶㿏䬺
䜺㢤㬕
䊎㑵䬺䊠
䅣䴄䄦㑵䊠
㮆䊎㺰䜺䬺’䌭䄦
㿏䜺䊎䌭
䬺䩇䵶䬺
䁞㑵
䜺䊎㮆䫧䄦
䃂㑵㑵㕝䌭䵲 䩇 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䩇 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵 䵶䜺䊎㮆㕝䌭䵲 䩇 䴄㿏㢤㕝䌭䵲㑵䅣 㕝䌭䬺㑵䌭㮆㕝䌭䵲 䬺䜺 㕝䌭䭫㑵㺰䬺 䴄䜺䏺㑵䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲䅣 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䩇䁞㢤䄦㰤䬺䊎㿏 䜺㰤㑵䌭㑵㮆 䵶㕝䴄 㑵㿏㑵䴄䀮
㥿䜺 䩇䭻䜺㕝㮆 䩇䬺䬺㢤䩇㺰䬺㕝䌭䵲 䩇䬺䬺㑵䌭䬺㕝䜺䌭 䊠㢤䜺䏺 䜺䄦䬺䴄㕝㮆㑵䅣 䵶㑵 䩇䊎䬺㑵㢤㑵㮆 䬺䵶㑵 䴄㰤䩇㺰㑵䞮䬺㕝䏺㑵 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㕝䴄 㢤䜺䜺䏺䀮
䜺䜺䏺䅣㢤
㮆㑵㢤䩇䵶
䵲㰤䅣䌭䩇䴄㑵㱀㕝
㑵㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎
䬺䜺䀮㕝䴄㑵䄦㮆
䜺䃂
䵶䬺㑵
䌭㕝
䬺䵶䩇䬺
䄦䜺䌭䊎’㺰㮆䬺
䬺䵶㑵
䜺㢤
䁞㑵
䵶䫧䬺㑵㑵䵶㢤
䌭㢤䄦㕝䌭䌭䵲
㢤䊠䜺䏺
“㺿䊎㕝䭻㑵䀮䀮䀮 䩇䊎㕝䭻㑵䔖” 䃂㑵䭻㑵㢤䩇䊎 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵䴄 䫧㑵㢤㑵 䩇䊎䴄䜺 䴄䬺䩇㢤䬺䊎㑵㮆䀮
㝹䩇䭻㕝䌭䵲 䴄㑵䌭䬺 䴄䜺 䏺䩇䌭㿏 㺰䜺㢤㰤䴄㑵䴄䅣 㕝䬺’䴄 䬺䵶㑵 䊠㕝㢤䴄䬺 䬺㕝䏺㑵 㑵䌭㺰䜺䄦䌭䬺㑵㢤㕝䌭䵲 䴄䄦㺰䵶 䩇䌭 㑵䭻㑵䌭䬺䀮
䵲䜺䜺䅣㮆
䬺䩇㑵㮆㑵㢤㺰
䁞㑵䴄䜺㢤
䊠䜺
㑵䜺䌭
䌭㕝
㑵䫧䬺䵶㕝
䬺䜺㢤”㑵㢤㰤䅣
㰤㑵㑵㰤䊎䜺
㱀㐰㺰䀮㕝䄦䊎㿏
㱀䄦㐰㕝㺰
䬺䜺䖨”
㑵䵶䬺
䂼䄦䬺 䴄䜺䜺䌭 䬺䵶㑵㿏 㢤㑵䩇䊎㕝㾷㑵㮆 䴄䜺䏺㑵䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 䫧䩇䴄 䫧㢤䜺䌭䵲䅣 䬺䵶㑵㕝㢤 䊠㑵㑵䬺 䴄㑵㑵䏺㑵㮆 䬺䜺 䁞㑵 䴄䬺䄦㺰㱀 㕝䌭 䬺䵶㑵 䏺㕝㢤㑵䅣 䵶㑵䩇䭻㿏 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䊎㑵䩇㮆䅣 䄦䌭䩇䁞䊎㑵 䬺䜺 䏺䜺䭻㑵䀮
“㐇䜺䌭’䬺 䴄䬺㢤䄦䵲䵲䊎㑵䅣 㑵䭻㑵㢤㿏䜺䌭㑵䅣 䬺䩇䊎㱀 䬺䜺 䏺㑵 䩇䁞䜺䄦䬺 䫧䵶䩇䬺 㿏䜺䄦’㢤㑵 㮆䜺㕝䌭䵲 䵶㑵㢤㑵䅣” 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䩇䴄㱀㑵㮆䀮
䌭䅣䜺
㺰䌭䜺㑵
䜺䊠
䌭䴄㑵㢤㑵㮆㑵
䜺䄦㿏
䬺䵶㑵
䌭㕝
㰤㑵㑵㰤䜺䊎
㑵䫧䵶䬺㕝
䜺’㑵㿏䄦㢤
䜺䁞㑵㢤䴄
䜺䌭㑵
䌭㑵”䬺㑵䅣㢤
䬺䜺
䌭䜺㮆䁞䄦
㐇”㢤䏺㑵䩇
䀮䜺䊎㿏䊎㺰㮆
㕝㮆㑵
“䂼䜺䜺䏺䯼”
䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䫧䩇䴄䌭’䬺 䁞䜺䬺䵶㑵㢤㑵㮆 䬺䜺 䫧䩇䴄䬺㑵 䫧䜺㢤㮆䴄 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵䏺䅣 㮆㑵䊎㕝䭻㑵㢤㕝䌭䵲 䩇 㰤䄦䌭㺰䵶 䬺䵶䩇䬺 䁞䊎䩇䴄䬺㑵㮆 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭䀮
㕝䬺䩇䊎䴄㿏䬺䌭䌭
㰤䴄㮆㿏㑵㢤䩇
䜺䌭
䊎䜺䁞㮆䜺
䊠䜺
䬺㕝䏺䴄
䊠䩇䀮㑵㺰
㺿
㿏䴄㑵䜺㑵㢤䭻䌭㑵’
䪐䭻㑵䌭 䬺䵶䜺䄦䵲䵶 䬺䵶㑵䴄㑵 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 䵶䩇㮆 㱀㕝䊎䊎㑵㮆 㺰䜺䄦䌭䬺䊎㑵䴄䴄 䜺䬺䵶㑵㢤䴄䅣 䵶䩇䭻㕝䌭䵲 䁞㑵㺰䜺䏺㑵 㕝䌭㮆㕝䊠䊠㑵㢤㑵䌭䬺 䬺䜺 䊎㕝䊠㑵䀮
䯀䵶㑵䌭 㕝䬺 㺰䩇䏺㑵 䬺䜺 䬺䵶㑵㕝㢤 䜺䫧䌭 䊎㕝䭻㑵䴄䅣 䬺䵶㑵䴄㑵 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵䴄 㺰䩇㢤㑵㮆 䏺䜺㢤㑵 䬺䵶䩇䌭 䩇䌭㿏䜺䌭㑵䀮
䏺䩇㑵㿏㕝䏺㮆㕝䬺䊎㑵
㑵㖧㕝㕝䏺
䌭䵶㑵䫧
䊎㑵㮆㕝䊎㱀
䩇䏺㺰䁞㑵㑵
䬺㱀㺰㢤䄦䴄
䌭㑵䜺
䩇㮆䌭
䜺㢤㑵㰤䌭䴄
䬺㕝䀮䏺㕝㮆
䬺㕝䵶㑵䫧
䘨䄦
䄦䬺㕝䵶䜺䫧䬺
㑵䅣䌭㺰䌭䜺㢤㺰
㑵㢤㑵䅣㥿䵶䜺㢤㑵䊠
䩇
䌭㕝
䜺㑵䴄㢤䁞
㐇㕝㢤㑵㺰䬺䊎㿏 㱀䌭㑵㑵䊎㕝䌭䵲 㮆䜺䫧䌭䅣 䴄䩇㿏㕝䌭䵲䅣 “䶣’䊎䊎 䬺㑵䊎䊎 㿏䜺䄦䅣 䶣’䊎䊎 䬺㑵䊎䊎 㿏䜺䄦䅣 䫧㑵 䩇㢤㑵䀮䀮䀮”
“䃂䌭䩇㰤䯼”
䵶㑵
䌭㑵㮆㮆䊎䄦䴄㿏
㢤㑵㑵䜺䂼䊠
㮆㑵䄦㑵䞮㮆㢤䴄䊠䬺䴄䬺䀮䊎㑵㺰
㕝䌭
䵲㰤㑵㱀䅣䩇䴄㕝䌭
䊎䜺㮆㺰䄦
䵶䫧䬺㕝㑵
䁞㢤㑵䜺
䵶䬺㑵
㢤䜺䌭㑵䴄㰤
㕝㕝䵶䴄䌭䊠
㥿䵶㕝䴄 䴄㺰㑵䌭㑵 䩇䊎䴄䜺 䬺㑵㢤㢤㕝䊠㕝㑵㮆 䬺䵶㑵 䜺䬺䵶㑵㢤 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵䴄䀮
㺿 䭻䜺㕝㺰㑵 䫧䩇䴄 䵶㑵䩇㢤㮆 䴄䩇㿏㕝䌭䵲䅣 “㥿䵶㕝䴄 㕝䴄 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䪨䩇䬺䵶 䄖䩇䌭䵲䄦䩇䵲㑵㬩 䜺䌭㺰㑵 䫧㑵 䴄䩇㿏 䴄䜺䏺㑵䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 䫧㑵 䴄䵶䜺䄦䊎㮆䌭