I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2067: 2066: Bloodline Swastika, Old Tree's Complete Form
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Capítulo 2067: Chapter 2066: Bloodline Swastika, Old Tree’s Complete Form
This strike contained three types of power simultaneously.
Considering that Three Corpses Strong Ones are extremely difficult to kill, there existed three silhouettes in the past, present, and future.
Thus, Xu Zimei created this strike, specifically designed to slay Three Corpses Strong Ones.
At this moment, the Tyrant Shadow in his hand trembled violently.
The power contained within Tyrant Shadow kept expanding, as if the utmost radiance had been compressed to the extreme.
Future, past, and present!
“Slash!”
At this moment, accompanied by a soft shout from Xu Zimei.
The long blade in his hand swung down directly, with its Blade Qi annihilating heaven and earth, as if possessing unstoppable force.
Everyone faced with this strike would feel despair.
The face of the Old Tree changed slightly.
He sensed danger from this strike.
This was a crisis he’d not felt for many years.
The Old Tree’s expression turned grim. Unable to move, the power of curses around him and the Scarlet-faced White Bone Path’s forces burst forth simultaneously.
Two formidable forces seeking to obliterate everything.
Two protective shields were left in front of the Old Tree.
This was a two-layered defense.
It wasn’t that the Old Tree underestimated Xu Zimei’s power, but rather that this was currently the Old Tree’s limit.
If he were in his prime, his Enlightenment level strength would naturally be unafraid of anyone.
But in the current state, maintaining Three Corpses level strength was already quite challenging.
The phrase “Xu Zimei is invincible at the same level” is not just for show.
This strike, apart from the past, present, and future three kinds of forces, was also infused with Demonic Qi.
Demonic Qi was the core power.
So, when the strike descended, the Old Tree’s two layers of curse protection were utterly ineffective.
The curse shield was shattered instantly, while the shield of the Scarlet-faced White Bone Path only resisted for a brief moment.
Ultimately, as the Heaven Shaking strike landed on the Old Tree.
How powerful was this strike.
The dead mountain underfoot couldn’t withstand it and was cleaved in half in an instant.
The Blade Qi followed along the mountain peak, splitting it in two.
The once serene dead mountain collapsed with a deafening roar.
And the Old Tree within it, was also split in half.
His appearance looked extremely miserable.
However, the Old Tree was not dead yet; one strike was not enough to kill him.
But he was already severely injured.
Because this strike from Xu Zimei was meant to sever the Three Corpses.
Simultaneously severing the past, future, and present, the Old Tree had nowhere to evade.
As the aftermath of the strike fully settled, even the curse power above the Firmament weakened somewhat.
The formidable aspect of the Old Tree was his curse power.
This curse power allowed him to be undefeated at the same level.
Even the Human Emperor, including the Mountain-Controlling River Emperor, these Three Corpses Strong Ones, were helpless against the curse power at times.
But Xu Zimei happened to have the Cursed Body, perfectly countering him.
This was also Xu Zimei’s advantage.
If he didn’t have the Cursed Body, Xu Zimei wouldn’t have come here lightly.
When the curse power dissipated, the Mountain-Controlling River Emperor breathed a sigh of relief.
The Mountains and Rivers Diagram had already dimmed to the point of losing its luster.
It wouldn’t be long before the Mountains and Rivers Diagram shattered, and fortunately, Xu Zimei arrived in time.
“Did we succeed,” the Human Emperor asked as he stepped forward, grateful.
This time, it was thanks to Xu Zimei’s efforts.
The Mountain-Controlling River Emperor had to protect everyone, continuously opposing the power of bloodline.
Instead, the heavy burden was placed upon Xu Zimei.
Initially, under normal circumstances, he should have been the main force.
But no one expected the Power of Faith to break quickly, rendering earlier preparations useless.
……
“Not that easy to die, the most challenging part lies ahead,” Xu Zimei said.
“Before dying, he will certainly counterattack.”
“It’s up to you,” the Human Emperor said solemnly.
“We’ll assist you from the side; even if it costs our lives, we must kill it.”
“I have my own plans,” Xu Zimei said nonchalantly.
He wouldn’t kill the Old Tree, for he needed it to merge into Lin Ruhu’s body.
At this moment, Xu Zimei looked forward.
On the ruins of the dead mountain, the body of the Old Tree, split into two halves, stood, slowly closing together.
“You’ve forced me into this; I didn’t want it to be like this,” the Old Tree’s voice was somewhat eerie.
His face now revealing a grim expression,
Like a gambler who had lost his sanity.
“You’ve forced me into this, you’ve forced me into this.”
He repeated this sentence constantly, a blood-colored barrier surrounding him began to collapse.
The blood color seemed to have an attraction.
When the blood appeared, everyone’s blood surged uncontrollably, as if it wanted to flow into the Old Tree’s body.
Even those injured couldn’t stop their bleeding, as their blood would be absorbed across the air, turning them into dry corpses.
“My meticulously planned resurrection was ruined by an outsider like you.
If I die today, you’ll be buried with me,” the Old Tree shouted angrily.
He opened his arms, and a mighty force soared into the sky.
“Bloodline Swastika, Flesh and Blood Return!”
At that moment, the blood vessel around him resembled devouring black hole vortices.
Everyone’s blood, especially those indigenous people sharing his bloodline, could not be controlled.
Their bloodlines seemed eager to return home, rushing to explode from their bodies.
Returning to the Old Tree’s body.
This was his long-conceived plan; the return of bloodline meant eventual resurrection.
But the return came too early now.
His body had not restored to its peak state, and returning now, it couldn’t withstand the immense power.
What the outcome would be then, no one knew.
Yet the Old Tree evidently had no patience to wait any longer; if he didn’t return, he would be killed by Xu Zimei today.
How could he accept dying?
This plan of many years was all for the sake of resurrection.
He’d rather take the risk and try once.
The return of bloodline was like a rule of the Great Dao, unless one attained Enlightenment, reversal was impossible.
Even if you are a Three Corpses Strong One, reversal is not an option.
It’s just that Three Corpses Strong Ones can endure longer.
Initially, weaker individuals failed to hold on, and their bloodlines flowed into the Old Tree’s body.
As enough bloodlines were fused, the power within the Old Tree became terrifying.
Originally sealed, he couldn’t move.
But at this moment, he stepped out of the seal, the Firmament filled with rolling thunder, furious winds, and tempestuous rains.
The Old Tree’s height began to grow continuously.
His long hair flying, robes tattering, yet his imposing aura causing dread.
Moreover, the fusion of flesh and blood did not stop, but endlessly continued.
Ordinary cultivators were fused, followed by Emperors, and even Great Saints couldn’t endure.
To be absorbed into the Old Tree’s body.
“No, we must stop him, if his endless fusion continues, no one will be able to contend with him,” the Mountain-Controlling River Emperor said anxiously on the side.
盧
擄
“䕆㪥㬲
蘆
擄
爐
擄
䫮㱟
䏗㓽䈹
老
䲗”㕡䉬
䫏㕡㬲䏤
露
擄
盧
䀇䉬
“㻧䭨䀇䏗 㬲䭨䀇 㔂䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䀹䉬㓽䫏㬲㪥㐱㓽 㪥䫏 䫮䏗䂂䀇㓽䫏䭨䀇䅡䆖 䉬䀇 㓽㑥䀇 䏤㕡䉬䀇㑥䂂䀇䫏䫏䝣
䄨 䉬㓽䏗㬲 㬲㕡 䫏䀇䀇 䉬䭨㓽㬲 䭨㓽䏤䏤䀇䏗䫏 䉬䭨䀇䏗 䭨䀇 㑥䫮䫏䭨䀇䫏 㪥㬲—䉬䭨㓽㬲 㬲䭨䀇 㔂䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䀹䉬㓽䫏㬲㪥㐱㓽 䉬㪥䂂䂂 㬲䫮㑥䏗 㪥䏗㬲㕡 㓽㬲 㬲䭨㪥䫏 䛦㕡䛦䀇䏗㬲䝣”
㫠㕡
䭨䀇㐶
㬲䭨䀇
㓽㬲䉬㪥
䫏㪥䭨
㓽䅡䏗
㪥㪥䏗㬲䫮㽤䏗㽗䂂䏗㕡䧳㬲䏗㕡㑥䂂㕡䠗㓽
㦋䏗㓽
䛦䏗㕡㬲䫮㪥䫏㓽䏗
䭨䫏㪥
䲗䀇
䭨䀇㬲
㬲㕡
䏗㓽䅡
䏗㪥
㹰 䏤㕡䉬䀇㑥㫠䫮䂂 㫠㕡㑥䈹䀇 䈹㓽䛦䀇 䫏䫮㑥㽤㪥䏗㽤 㪥䏗 㓽䏗 㕡㻲䀇㑥䉬䭨䀇䂂䛦㪥䏗㽤 䛦㓽䏗䏗䀇㑥䝣
“㔂㕡㕡䛦䆖 䱱㕡㕡䛦䝣”
䝣䂂㓽䂂
㐶䭨䀇
䅡㪥㬲’䏗䅡
䭨㬲㪥䫏
㬲䭨䀇
䏗㪥
㬲㓽
䭨䀇
㕡㬲㕡
㓽䉬䫏
䏓䅡䂂
䫏㪥㬲㑥䏤䅡㪥㦋㓽
䏗㕡
㻧䏗䀇䭨
䄨㬲 䉬㓽䫏 㓽䫏 㪥㫠 㬲䭨䀇 䏓䂂䅡 㐶㑥䀇䀇 䭨㓽䅡 㓽䈹㬲㪥㻲㓽㬲䀇䅡 㓽 䅡㕡䛦㪥䏗㓽㬲㕡㑥’䫏 䱱㕡䅡㦋䝣
㹰㬲㬲㓽䈹㐱䫏 䅡䫮㑥㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨㪥䫏 䏤䀇㑥㪥㕡䅡 䉬䀇㑥䀇 㪥䏗䀇㫠㫠䀇䈹㬲㪥㻲䀇䝣
䫏䀇䀇
㓽䫏䂂㕡
䭨㓽㬲㬲
䫮㱟
㓽䉬䫏
㪥㽤䫏㓽䂂䏗䀇䛦䀇䝣䏗䫏
㬲㬲㪥㽤䏗䈹㐱㓽㓽
䉬㕡䏗
䏓䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䈹㕡䏗㬲㑥㓽㑥㦋䆖 㪥㬲 䉬㓽䫏 䭨䀇䂂䏤㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨䀇 䏓䂂䅡 㐶㑥䀇䀇䝣
㔂䀇䈹㓽䫮䫏䀇 䭨㪥䫏 䱱㕡䅡㦋 䭨㓽䅡䏗’㬲 㑥䀇䈹㕡㻲䀇㑥䀇䅡䆖 㫠㕡㑥䈹㪥䱱䂂㦋 㓽䱱䫏㕡㑥䱱㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨䀇 䱱䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䉬㕡䫮䂂䅡 䱱䫮㑥䫏㬲 䭨㪥䫏 䱱㕡䅡㦋 䅡㪥㑥䀇䈹㬲䂂㦋䝣
䫮䫏㬲㣲
䭨䫏㐶㪥
䏗㕡㬲
䫏㪥
䏓䏗䈹䀇 㬲䭨䀇 㔂䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䀹䉬㓽䫏㬲㪥㐱㓽 䱱䀇㽤㪥䏗䫏䆖 㪥㬲 㪥䫏 䭨㓽㑥䅡 㬲㕡 䫏㬲㕡䏤䝣
䄨㫠 㦋㕡䫮 㓽㬲㬲㓽䈹㐱 㬲䭨䀇 䏓䂂䅡 㐶㑥䀇䀇 䏗㕡䉬䆖 䭨䀇 䫮䫏䀇䫏 㬲䭨䀇 䀇㷻䈹䀇䫏䫏 䱱䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 㬲㕡 䭨䀇㓽䂂 䭨㪥䛦䫏䀇䂂㫠䆖 䉬䭨㪥䈹䭨 㓽䈹㬲䫮㓽䂂䂂㦋 䭨䀇䂂䏤䫏 䭨㪥䛦䝣
㪥䫏
䀇㪥䏗㑥䏓㽤䱱䫏㻲
䀇㬲䭨
㬲䀇䭨
㕡㫠
䱱㬲䀇䫏
㹰㫠㬲䀇㑥 㓽㬲㬲㓽䈹㐱㪥䏗㽤 㓽 㫠䀇䉬 㬲㪥䛦䀇䫏䆖 㬲䭨䀇 䧳㕡䫮䏗㬲㓽㪥䏗䠗㽗㕡䏗㬲㑥㕡䂂䂂㪥䏗㽤 㴑㪥㻲䀇㑥 㤁䛦䏤䀇㑥㕡㑥 㫠㕡䫮䏗䅡 䭨㪥䛦䫏䀇䂂㫠 䏤㕡䉬䀇㑥䂂䀇䫏䫏 㓽䏗䅡 䭨㓽䅡 㬲㕡 㽤㪥㻲䀇 䫮䏤 㑥䀇䂂䫮䈹㬲㓽䏗㬲䂂㦋䝣
“㐶䭨㪥䫏 㬲㑥㪥䏤 㪥䫏 䅡㓽䏗㽤䀇㑥㕡䫮䫏䆖” 䭨䀇 䫏㪥㽤䭨䀇䅡 㓽䏗䅡 䫏㓽㪥䅡䝣
䱱䀇
“㕡㪥㷻䫮䏗䫏䆖㓽
㕡䇴㬲䏗’”
㱟䫮
“㤁㻲䀇䏗 㪥㫠 䭨䀇 㑥䀇䫏㬲㕡㑥䀇䫏 䭨㪥䫏 䫏㬲㑥䀇䏗㽤㬲䭨 㬲㕡 㬲䭨䀇 㤁䏗䂂㪥㽤䭨㬲䀇䏗䛦䀇䏗㬲 䂂䀇㻲䀇䂂䆖 䭨㪥䫏 䱱㕡䅡㦋 䈹㓽䏗’㬲 䉬㪥㬲䭨䫏㬲㓽䏗䅡 㬲䭨㓽㬲 䏤㕡䉬䀇㑥䝣
㳄㕡㑥䈹㪥䱱䂂㦋 䛦㓽㐱㪥䏗㽤 䭨㪥䛦 䫮䏗䂂䀇㓽䫏䭨 䭨㪥䫏 㔂䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䀹䉬㓽䫏㬲㪥㐱㓽 䏗㕡䉬䆖 䉬䀇 䫏㬲㪥䂂䂂 䭨㓽㻲䀇 㓽 䈹䭨㓽䏗䈹䀇 㕡㫠 䉬㪥䏗䏗㪥䏗㽤䝣”
㬲䫏㪥䭨
㬲㓽
䝣䫏㓽㦋
㕡䏗㽗䂂䫮㽤㬲㕡㪥䧳㑥㪥䏗䠗㬲䏗㓽䏗㕡䂂
䀇䭨㬲
㕡㬲
㱟䫮
䀇㪥䛦䫏’䏣㪥
䏗䈹㫠䏗㪥㕡䅡䈹䀇䀇
㓽䭨䅡
䲗䀇 䈹㕡䫮䂂䅡 㕡䏗䂂㦋 㕡䱱䫏䀇㑥㻲䀇 㓽䏗䅡 䉬㓽㪥㬲䝣
㔂䀇䈹㓽䫮䫏䀇 䀇㻲䀇㑥㦋㕡䏗䀇 㑥䀇䂂㪥䀇䅡 㕡䏗 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥䆖 䏤䂂㓽䈹㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨䀇㪥㑥 䱱䀇㬲䫏 㕡䏗 䭨㪥䛦䝣
䅡㓽䫏㪥
䫮㱟
㓽䫏
㫠㑥㕡
䂂㕡䀹䫮
䛦䀇
㓽
“㝏䀇㕡䈹㬲㬲㑥
䄨
㽤㕡
“㕡㬲䆖䫮
㦋㪥䂂㓽䅡䛦䀇㪥䛦䀇㬲
䛦㦋
䀇㬲䂂
㐶䭨䀇 䏓䂂䅡 㐶㑥䀇䀇’䫏 㔂䂂㕡㕡䅡䂂㪥䏗䀇 䀹䉬㓽䫏㬲㪥㐱㓽 䉬㪥䂂䂂 㬲㓽㐱䀇 䫏㕡䛦䀇 㬲㪥䛦䀇㩴 㪥㬲 䉬㕡䏗’㬲 㫠㪥䏗㪥䫏䭨 㪥䛦䛦䀇䅡㪥㓽㬲䀇䂂㦋䝣
㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 䏗䀇䀇䅡䀇䅡 㬲㕡 䛦㓽㐱䀇 䫏㕡䛦䀇 䏤㑥䀇䏤㓽㑥㓽㬲㪥㕡䏗䫏 㬲㕡㕡䝣
䀇䉬䏗㐱
㬲䉬䭨㓽
䏗㕡
㕡䏗䀇
䅡䂂䏓
䭨㬲䀇
㑥䀇䀇㐶
㾽㕡䉬 䂂㕡㕡㐱㪥䏗㽤 䫮䏤䆖 㬲䭨䀇 䏓䂂䅡 㐶㑥䀇䀇’䫏 䛦㕡䛦䀇䏗㬲䫮䛦 䉬㓽䫏 䈹䂂㪥䛦䱱㪥䏗㽤 䱱㪥㬲 䱱㦋 䱱㪥㬲䝣
䄨㬲 䫏䀇䀇䛦䀇䅡 䂂㪥㐱䀇 䭨䀇 䭨㓽䅡 㑥䀇㓽䈹䭨䀇䅡 㬲䭨䀇 䏤䀇㓽㐱 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 㐶䭨㑥䀇䀇 㽗㕡㑥䏤䫏䀇䫏 㴑䀇㓽䂂䛦 㓽䏗䅡 䉬㓽䫏 㓽䱱㕡䫮㬲 㬲㕡 䱱䫮㑥䫏㬲 㫠㕡㑥㬲䭨 㬲㕡 㬲䭨䀇 㤁䏗䂂㪥㽤䭨㬲䀇䏗䛦䀇䏗㬲 䂂䀇㻲䀇䂂䝣
䉬䀇䏗
䫏㽤䀇䅡䂂㽤䫮㬲㑥
䭨䀇
䱱䫮㬲
㕡㬲
䀇䭨㬲
䏓䂂䅡
㑥䀇䀇䉬
㑥䀇㓽㬲䅡㪥䫏䆖䏗
㬲䏤㓽㪥㑥㑥䈹䫮㓽䂂㦋䂂
䉬㕡㬲
䀇㑥㐶䀇
“㴑䀇䫏㬲 㓽䫏䫏䫮㑥䀇䅡䆖 䫮䏗䂂䀇䫏䫏 䄨 䅡㪥䀇䆖 䄨 䉬㪥䂂䂂 䏗㕡㬲 䂂䀇㬲 㓽䏗㦋㕡䏗䀇 䭨㓽㑥䛦 㦋㕡䫮㑥 䏤䭨㦋䫏㪥䈹㓽䂂 䱱㕡䅡㦋䆖” 㬲䭨䀇 䧳㕡䫮䏗㬲㓽㪥䏗䠗㽗㕡䏗㬲㑥㕡䂂䂂㪥䏗㽤 㴑㪥㻲䀇㑥 㤁䛦䏤䀇㑥㕡㑥 䫏㕡䂂䀇䛦䏗䂂㦋 䏤㑥㕡䛦㪥䫏䀇䅡䝣
㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 䏗㕡䅡䅡䀇䅡䝣
㹰㬲
䏗㽗㬲㕡䏗䏗䝣䀇㬲㪥
㬲㪥䫏䭨
䫮䀹㕡䂂
䭨䀇㬲
㪥䛦’䀇㪥䏣䫏
䫮㱟
䲗䀇 䏗䀇䀇䅡䀇䅡 㬲㕡 䀇䏗䭨㓽䏗䈹䀇 䫏㕡䛦䀇 㕡㫠 䭨㪥䫏 䭨㪥䅡䅡䀇䏗 䈹㓽㑥䅡䫏䝣
㐶䭨䀇 㬲㪥䛦䀇 㫠䂂㕡䉬 㪥䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲 㪥䫏 䅡㪥㫠㫠䀇㑥䀇䏗㬲 㫠㑥㕡䛦 㬲䭨㓽㬲 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 㾽㪥䏗䀇 䇴㕡䛦㓽㪥䏗䫏 㻧㕡㑥䂂䅡䝣
㬲㕡
䝣㬲䏗㕡䀇㬲㪥䏗䏗㽗
䏗䀇㦂㓽䂂㬲䫮㪥䀇㻲
㾽䀇㪥䏗
䏓䏗䀇
㪥䏗
䀇㬲䏗
䅡㦋㓽
䏗㪥
㬲䭨䀇
䭨㬲䀇
㪥䫏
㦋䫏㓽䅡
㐶䭨䀇㑥䀇㫠㕡㑥䀇䆖 㬲䭨㪥䫏 㪥䫏 㬲䭨䀇 㕡䏗䂂㦋 㓽䅡㻲㓽䏗㬲㓽㽤䀇 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲䝣
㹰䫏 㓽 䛦䀇䅡㪥䫮䛦 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡䆖 䉬㓽䏗㬲㪥䏗㽤 㬲㕡 㓽䅡㻲㓽䏗䈹䀇 㬲㕡 㓽 䂂㓽㑥㽤䀇 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡䆖 㬲䭨䀇 䛦㕡䫏㬲 㪥䛦䏤㕡㑥㬲㓽䏗㬲 㬲䭨㪥䏗㽤 㪥䫏 㬲㪥䛦䀇䝣
䅡㓽䭨
㓽䉬䫏
䭨㬲䀇
䭨㬲䀇
䉬䭨䀇䏗
㓽
㱟䫮
䂂䂂㓽㽤䭨㽗䀇䀇䏗
䛦䀇㪥㐶
㕡㬲
㬲㕡
䏓䏗䂂㦋 㬲䭨䀇䏗 䉬㕡䫮䂂䅡 䭨䀇 䭨㓽㻲䀇 㬲䭨䀇 䈹䭨㓽䏗䈹䀇 㬲㕡 䈹㕡䏗㬲䀇䏗䅡 䉬㪥㬲䭨 㬲䭨䀇 㾽㪥䏗䀇 䇴㕡䛦㓽㪥䏗䫏’ 䲗䀇㓽㻲䀇䏗䂂㦋 䇴㓽㕡 㫠㕡㑥 㬲䭨㓽㬲 䫏䂂㪥䛦 䈹䭨㓽䏗䈹䀇䝣
㹰㑥㑥㪥㻲㪥䏗㽤 㓽㬲 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲䆖 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 㫠㪥㑥䫏㬲 䈹㕡䏗㬲㓽䈹㬲䀇䅡 㬲䭨䀇 䧳㕡䏗䫏㬲䀇㑥 㴑㓽䈹䀇䝣
㕡䅡䅡䀇䈹䏗䛦㓽䛦
䀇䫏㕡䫏䛦䝣㑥㬲䏗
䏗䧳䫏㑥䆖㬲䫏㕡䀇
㓽䂂䂂
䭨㬲䀇
䫏㓽
㕡㫠
㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 㽤㓽㻲䀇 㬲䭨䀇 䛦㓽䏗㬲㑥㓽 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 㝏㕡䉬䀇㑥 㕡㫠 㳄㓽㪥㬲䭨 㬲㕡 㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏䆖 㓽䫏㐱㪥䏗㽤 䭨㪥䛦 㬲㕡 䫏䭨㓽䏤䀇 㪥㬲 㪥䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䏗㓽䛦䀇 㕡㫠 㓽 㫠㓽㪥㬲䭨 㽤㕡䅡䝣
䀹䏤㑥䀇㓽䅡㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨㪥䫏 䛦㓽䏗㬲㑥㓽 㓽䈹㑥㕡䫏䫏 㬲䭨䀇 䀇䏗㬲㪥㑥䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲䝣
㕡䉬㾽䆖
㕡㑥
䫮㱟
䀇䈹㑥㓽
䏣䫏㪥’䀇䛦㪥
㓽䛦䏗㦋
䉬䀇㑥䀇
䀹㕡 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 䱱䀇䂂㪥䀇㻲䀇䅡 㬲䭨㓽㬲 㬲䭨䀇 䫏䏤㑥䀇㓽䅡 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 㝏㕡䉬䀇㑥 㕡㫠 㳄㓽㪥㬲䭨 䫏䭨㕡䫮䂂䅡 䱱䀇 䫏䉬㪥㫠㬲䝣
䋮䏗䂂㪥㐱䀇 㬲䭨䀇 䲗䫮䛦㓽䏗 㤁䛦䏤䀇㑥㕡㑥䆖 䭨㕡䉬 䛦㓽䏗㦋 䏤䀇㕡䏤䂂䀇 㓽㑥䀇 㕡䏗 䄨䛦䛦㕡㑥㬲㓽䂂 䄨䫏䂂㓽䏗䅡䕆 㡁䫮䫏㬲 㓽 䫏䛦㓽䂂䂂 㪥䫏䂂㓽䏗䅡䝣
㪥㫠
䏗㹰䅡
㓽
㫠㕡㑥
䫏㓽
䏗㕡䆖䏗㽗㪥䏗䀇㬲㬲
㬲䫏䫮㣲
䉬㓽䫏
㬲㪥
㬲䭨䀇
㓽
㬲㓽
㻲䀇䏗䀇
‘䫏㪥㬲
㔂㪥䂂䂂㪥㕡䏗䫏 㕡㫠 㬲䀇㑥㑥㪥㬲㕡㑥㪥䀇䫏䆖 㬲䀇䏗䫏 㕡㫠 䱱㪥䂂䂂㪥㕡䏗䫏 㕡㫠 䈹㑥䀇㓽㬲䫮㑥䀇䫏䝣
㻧䭨㓽㬲 㓽 䛦㓽䫏䫏㪥㻲䀇 㫠㕡㑥䈹䀇 㕡㫠 㫠㓽㪥㬲䭨 㬲䭨㪥䫏 㪥䫏䨰
䫮㱟
䝣䏗䏗䅡䀇䀇䭨㓽䈹
㫠㕡
䏣㪥’㪥䀇䫏䛦
㕡䏗䀇
䱱䀇
㬲㕡
㬲㕡
㱟䫮
㬲䉬㓽䭨
䭨䫏㬲㪥
䈹䀇䭨䂂㓽䅡䏗䏗䀇
䀇䀇㑥䉬
㫠䄨
㐶䭨㪥䫏 䈹㕡䫮䂂䅡 㓽䂂䫏㕡 䱱䀇䈹㕡䛦䀇 㓽 㽤㑥䀇㓽㬲 䉬䀇㓽䏤㕡䏗 㫠㕡㑥 䭨㪥䛦 䅡䫮㑥㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨䀇 䲗䀇㓽㻲䀇䏗 㽗䭨㓽䂂䂂䀇䏗㽤䀇䝣
㐶䭨㪥䫏 䉬㓽䫏 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥’䫏 䫮䏗䅡䀇㑥䫏㬲㓽䏗䅡㪥䏗㽤䝣
㪥䏗㾽䀇
㕡㫠㑥
䏗㬲㕡
䅡㓽䫏㪥
㓽㬲䭨㬲
䭨㬲䀇
㑥䀇䅡㑥䈹䀇䭨䀇㓽䫏
㪥䫏
䱱䀇
㬲䄨
䭨㬲㬲㓽
㕡㫠
䈹䏗㓽
䀇䱱䫏㬲
䫮㱟
䀇㬲䭨
䀇䭨㬲
㬲䀇䭨
㹰䏗䅡 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 㓽䂂䫏㕡 䭨㓽䅡 䏗㕡 䉬㕡㑥㑥㪥䀇䫏䝣
㐶䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲 䉬㓽䫏 䂂㪥㐱䀇 䭨㪥䫏 䱱㓽䈹㐱㦋㓽㑥䅡䆖 㪥䛦䛦䫮䏗䀇 㬲㕡 㕡㬲䭨䀇㑥䫏’ 䫏㓽䱱㕡㬲㓽㽤䀇䝣
䫮㱟
䅡䏗䀇䀇
㕡䀹
㕡㫠
䂂㓽䫏㕡
㬲㕡䏗
㬲䭨䀇
䝣䝣䝣
㤁㻲䀇㑥㦋㕡䏗䀇 䉬㓽䫏 㦂䫮㪥䈹㐱 㪥䏗 㬲䭨䀇㪥㑥 㓽䈹㬲㪥㕡䏗䫏䝣
䏓䏗䈹䀇
䭨㪥䉬㬲
㦋䭨㬲䀇
䭨䀇㦋㬲
䂂㫠䂂䫮
䀇㬲䭨
䀇䫏㬲
䫮䏤
䮳㓽㦋䀇㑥 䱱㦋 䂂㓽㦋䀇㑥䆖 䫏䏤㑥䀇㓽䅡㪥䏗㽤 㪥䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䏗㓽䛦䀇 㕡㫠 㓽 㫠㓽㪥㬲䭨 㽤㕡䅡䝣
䄨䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䱱䀇㽤㪥䏗䏗㪥䏗㽤䆖 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 䅡㪥䅡 䏗㕡㬲 䀇㷻䏤䀇䈹㬲 㓽䂂䂂 䏗㓽㬲㪥㻲䀇䫏 㕡㫠 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲 㬲㕡 䱱䀇䂂㪥䀇㻲䀇 㑥㪥㽤䭨㬲 㓽䉬㓽㦋䝣
㫠㕡
䱱䀇
㬲䫏䫮㣲
䱱㻲㪥䏗䀇䀇㽤䂂㪥
㓽
䫮㔂㬲
䀇䭨㬲䛦
㐶䭨䀇 㑥䀇䫏㬲 䈹㕡䫮䂂䅡 䱱䀇 䫏䂂㕡䉬䂂㦋 㓽䫏䫏㪥䛦㪥䂂㓽㬲䀇䅡䝣
㽗㑥䀇㓽㬲㪥䏗㽤 㓽 㽤㕡䅡 䉬㓽䫏 䏗㕡㬲 䅡㪥㫠㫠㪥䈹䫮䂂㬲 㫠㕡㑥 䭨㪥䛦䝣
㬲䭨䀇
䲗䀇
㓽䇴㕡㬲䛦㪥㑥㕡䏗
㬲䭨䀇
㕡㫠
䉬㓽䫏
䭨䀇㬲
䀇䏗㻲䀇㓽㑥䂂㽤㪥
㫠㕡
䀇㬲䭨
㽗㕡䏗䏗㬲㪥㩴㬲䏗䀇
㕡㬲㕡
䫏㓽䉬
㻧䭨䀇㬲䭨䀇㑥 䧳㕡䏗䫏㬲䀇㑥 㴑㓽䈹䀇䆖 䭨䫮䛦㓽䏗 㑥㓽䈹䀇䆖 㕡㑥 㕡㬲䭨䀇㑥 㑥㓽䈹䀇䫏䆖 㓽䂂䂂 䉬䀇㑥䀇 䫏䏤㑥䀇㓽䅡㪥䏗㽤 㪥㬲 䉬㪥㬲䭨 㫠䫮䂂䂂 㫠㕡㑥䈹䀇䝣
㐶䭨䀇 㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏 㹰䏗䈹䀇䫏㬲㕡㑥 㪥䏗㻲㪥㬲䀇䅡 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 㪥䏗㬲㕡 䭨㪥䫏 㽤㑥㓽䏗䅡 䧳㕡䏗䫏㬲䀇㑥 㹰䏗䈹䀇䫏㬲㕡㑥 䭨㓽䂂䂂䝣
䫏㓽䉬
䅡䭨㓽
㬲㑥䂂㪥㦋䀇䈹䅡䝣
䫏㕡䛦䀇㪥㽤䏗㬲䭨
㬲㕡
㬲䭨䀇
䏗㓽䅡
䆖䛦䀇
䛦㓽㑥㬲㬲”䀇䕆
䫮㱟
䭨䉬㬲䫏’㓽
䂂㐶”䂂䀇
㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏 䈹䭨䫮䈹㐱䂂䀇䅡䆖 䭨㓽㻲㪥䏗㽤 㕡䏗䈹䀇 䱱䀇䀇䏗 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥’䫏 䛦㕡䫮䏗㬲䆖 䭨㪥䫏 䈹䫮㑥㑥䀇䏗㬲 㓽䈹䭨㪥䀇㻲䀇䛦䀇䏗㬲䫏 䉬䀇㑥䀇 䫮䏗䏤㑥䀇䈹䀇䅡䀇䏗㬲䀇䅡䝣
㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏 䫏㓽㪥䅡䆖 “䧳㓽䫏㬲䀇㑥䆖 㦋㕡䫮 䛦䀇䏗㬲㪥㕡䏗䀇䅡 䱱䀇㫠㕡㑥䀇 㬲䭨㓽㬲 㪥㬲’䫏 䏤㕡䫏䫏㪥䱱䂂䀇 㬲㕡 䂂䀇㓽㻲䀇 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲䝣 䄨䫏 㪥㬲 㬲㑥䫮䀇䕆”
㬲䭨䀇
㓽㔂㪥
䭨䉬㪥㬲
㪥䀇㕡䛦䏗㽤㬲䫏䭨
䫏㪥䫏䫮䅡䅡䫏䀇䈹
䫏䉬㓽
㪥䏗㬲䀇䏗䏗㕡㬲㽗
䏗䀇㽤䧳
䏗䅡㓽
䅡䭨㓽
㱟䫮
㻧䭨䀇㬲䭨䀇㑥 㪥㬲’䫏 㬲䭨䀇 䇴㪥㻲㪥䏗䀇 㽗㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䀇䏗㬲䆖 㬲䭨䀇 㾽㪥䏗䀇 䇴㕡䛦㓽㪥䏗䫏 㻧㕡㑥䂂䅡䆖 㕡㑥 㕡㬲䭨䀇㑥 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡䫏䝣
㹰㫠㬲䀇㑥 㑥䀇㓽䈹䭨㪥䏗㽤 㓽 䈹䀇㑥㬲㓽㪥䏗 䅡䀇㻲䀇䂂㕡䏤䛦䀇䏗㬲 䫏㬲㓽㽤䀇䆖 㓽䂂䂂 䉬㕡䫮䂂䅡 㫠㓽䈹䀇 㓽 䏗䀇䉬 䂂䀇㻲䀇䂂䝣
㫠㕡
䭨㓽㐶㬲
㪥䫏
䀇䭨㬲
䭨㬲䀇
䭨䂂㽤䂂䏗䀇䀇㽗㓽䝣
䄨䫏 㓽 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡 䱱㪥㽤䕆
㳄㕡㑥 㕡㑥䅡㪥䏗㓽㑥㦋 䏤䀇㕡䏤䂂䀇䆖 㦋䀇䫏䆖 㪥㬲’䫏 䱱㪥㽤 䀇䏗㕡䫮㽤䭨䝣
䝣䀇㪥㫠䛦㬲䀇㪥䂂
䏗㬲㕡
䛦㦋㓽
㓽
㬲䭨䀇
㪥䏗
䀇䏓䏗
䀇䏗㻲䀇
㔂䫮㬲 㫠㕡㑥 㬲䭨䀇 䫏㬲㑥㕡䏗㽤䕆
䄨䏗 㬲䭨䀇 䱱䂂㪥䏗㐱 㕡㫠 㓽䏗 䀇㦋䀇䆖 㬲㑥㓽㻲䀇䂂㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨㕡䫮䫏㓽䏗䅡䫏 㕡㫠 䛦㪥䂂䀇䫏䆖 㬲䭨䀇㦋 䉬㕡䫮䂂䅡 㫠䀇䀇䂂 㬲䭨㪥䫏 㻲㓽䫏㬲 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡 䂂㪥㐱䀇 㓽 䈹㓽㽤䀇䝣
䀇䀇䏗䅡
㐶䭨䫮䫏䆖 㬲䭨䀇 䲗䀇㓽㻲䀇䏗 㽗䭨㓽䂂䂂䀇䏗㽤䀇䆖 䏗㕡 䛦㓽㬲㬲䀇㑥 䉬䭨䀇㑥䀇䆖 䏗㕡 䛦㓽㬲㬲䀇㑥 䉬䭨䀇䏗䆖 䈹㓽䏗 䏗䀇㻲䀇㑥 㬲㑥䫮䂂㦋 䫏䀇㬲㬲䂂䀇䝣
䄨㫠 㦋㕡䫮 㕡䏗䂂㦋 䱱䂂㕡䈹㐱䆖 䈹㕡䏗㬲㪥䏗䫮㕡䫮䫏䂂㦋 䱱䂂㕡䈹㐱䆖 㪥㬲’䫏 䫮䫏䀇䂂䀇䫏䫏䝣
䭨䏗㓽㬲
䏗㕡䂂㐱㽤㪥䈹䝣䱱
㓽㬲㬲䭨
䫏㪥
㪥䫮䂂㽤䏗䏗㐱䈹䱱㕡
㐶䭨㓽㬲’䫏 䉬䭨㦋 㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥’䫏 䛦䀇㬲䭨㕡䅡 㕡㫠 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡 䛦㓽䏗㓽㽤䀇䛦䀇䏗㬲 䉬㓽䫏 䫏㪥䛦䏤䂂䀇㟾 䅡㪥䅡䏗’㬲 㬲䭨䀇㦋 䉬㓽䏗㬲 㬲㕡 䂂䀇㓽㻲䀇 㬲䭨㪥䫏 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡䕆
㾽㕡 䏗䀇䀇䅡 㫠㕡㑥 㓽 䲗䀇㓽㻲䀇䏗 㽗䭨㓽䂂䂂䀇䏗㽤䀇䆖 䭨䀇’䅡 㽤㪥㻲䀇 㬲䭨䀇䛦 㬲䭨䀇 㕡䏤䏤㕡㑥㬲䫮䏗㪥㬲㦋䝣
䛦㬲䀇
㽤䏗䂂㕡
㹰䫏
㬲䛦䭨䀇
㪥䆖䫮䀇㑥䀇䫏㬲䛦㑥䀇㦂䏗
㦋䭨㬲䀇
䭨䀇
䭨䀇㬲
䫏㓽
䀇䂂㬲
㱟䫮 䏣㪥䛦䀇㪥 䅡㪥䅡䏗’㬲 䏗䀇䀇䅡 㬲㕡 㬲㑥㓽䏤 䀇㻲䀇㑥㦋㕡䏗䀇 䭨䀇㑥䀇䨰
㔂䫮㬲 䉬䭨㓽㬲 㓽㑥䀇 㬲䭨䀇 䫏㕡䠗䈹㓽䂂䂂䀇䅡 㑥䀇㦂䫮㪥㑥䀇䛦䀇䏗㬲䫏䆖 㓽䏗䅡 䭨㕡䉬 䫏䭨㕡䫮䂂䅡 㬲䭨䀇㦋 䱱䀇 䫏䀇㬲 䫮䏤䕆 䄨㬲 䉬㓽䫏 㓽 㬲㑥㕡䫮䱱䂂䀇䫏㕡䛦䀇 䛦㓽㬲㬲䀇㑥䝣
䏤䋮䏗㕡
䭨㽗㓽㕡䫏䫏’
㦂䫮䀇䆖䫏䏗㬲㪥㕡
㱟䫮
䲗䀇 㑥䀇䏤䂂㪥䀇䅡䆖 “䄨䏗䅡䀇䀇䅡䆖 䄨 䅡㕡 㓽䂂䂂㕡䉬 䂂䀇㓽㻲㪥䏗㽤 㬲䭨䀇 䉬㕡㑥䂂䅡䝣 㻧䭨㦋䆖 㦋㕡䫮 䉬㓽䏗㬲 㬲㕡 䂂䀇㓽㻲䀇䕆”
“㾽㕡䆖 䏗㕡䆖 㕡㫠 䈹㕡䫮㑥䫏䀇 䏗㕡㬲䆖” 㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏 䂂㓽䫮㽤䭨䀇䅡䝣
䏗㕡
䀇䭨䏗—䀇㑥㪥
䛦㦋
䫏䀇㬲㑥
䀇㬲䭨
㕡㫠
㕡㫠
䂂”䂂䄨’
㑥䀇㪥㑥䀇䛦䀇䨰䏗㬲㬲
㪥䂂㫠䀇
‘䄨䛦
㻧䭨㓽㬲 㪥䫏 㬲䭨䀇 䈹㕡䏗䅡㪥㬲㪥㕡䏗 㫠㕡㑥 䂂䀇㓽㻲㪥䏗㽤䕆 㻧䀇 䈹㓽䏗 㓽㬲 䂂䀇㓽䫏㬲 䈹䂂㓽㑥㪥㫠㦋 㬲䭨㪥䫏䝣”
“㳄㪥㑥䫏㬲䆖 㕡䏗䀇 䛦䫮䫏㬲 㑥䀇㓽䈹䭨 㬲䭨䀇 㐶䭨㑥䀇䀇 㽗㕡㑥䏤䫏䀇䫏 㴑䀇㓽䂂䛦䝣
䄨
䀇䭨㬲
䈹䏓䀇䏗
㪥䉬䂂䂂
䆖㬲䂂䏗䀇䏗㤁㽤䏗䛦㪥䭨䀇㬲
䱱䀇
䭨㬲䀇
㫠㕡
㹰䫏 㫠㕡㑥 㬲䭨䀇 䫏䀇䈹㕡䏗䅡 䏤㕡㪥䏗㬲䆖 䄨 䉬㪥䂂䂂 䏤䀇㑥䫏㕡䏗㓽䂂䂂㦋 㪥䏗㬲䀇㑥㻲㪥䀇䉬䆖 㓽䏗䅡 㪥㫠 䏤㓽䫏䫏䀇䅡䆖 㬲䭨䀇䏗 㕡䏗䀇 䈹㓽䏗 䂂䀇㓽㻲䀇䝣”
“䋮䏗䅡䀇㑥䫏㬲㕡㕡䅡䆖” 㽗䭨㓽㕡䫏 䫏䛦㪥䂂䀇䅡䝣䝣