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

㺰㥕䴄䜺’䵶䌭䩇㢤

露

盧

㑵䵶

露

老

㑵㿏䬺

㮆䊠㕝䌭

㑵䬺䵶

㮆䪐㢤㿏㕝䵶㥿䞮㑵

蘆

擄

擄

㕝䵶䴄

䵶䬺㑵

盧

䜺䊠

䊠䜺

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”

䩇

䴄䩇䫧

㑵䵶

䵶㑵

䬺䩇㑵㱀

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

䵶䬺㑵

䴄㺰䩇䊎㮆㑵䜺䞮䊎

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

䴄䄦㑵

䩇

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

㮆䄦㕝㕝㺰䬺䊠䊠䊎

䊠䜺

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

䵶䬺㑵

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

䩇䫧䴄

㕝㑵㕝㿏䊠䌭㺰䊠㺰㑵

䌭䩇㮆

䫧䴄䩇

䴄㕝䩇㿏䊎䁞䊎㺰䩇

䬺䜺

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

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

䜺䬺㕝䌭

㕝䴄䩇㮆

“䏬䄦㺰㿏㕝䊎㱀

㑵䜺䌭

䜺䏺䴄㑵

䵶䬺㕝䫧

䬺䜺

䌭㕝

䌭䩇㮆

䅣”㕝䏬

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

㑵䵶㿏䬺

䜺㢤㬕

䊎㑵䬺䊠

㮆䊎㺰䜺䬺’䌭䄦

㿏䜺䊎䌭

䬺䩇䵶䬺

䁞㑵

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

䵲㰤䅣䌭䩇䴄㑵㱀㕝

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

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

䊠䜺

㑵䜺䌭

䌭㕝

䬺䜺㢤”㑵㢤㰤䅣

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

䜺䄦㿏

䬺䵶㑵

䌭㕝

䜺’㑵㿏䄦㢤

䜺䌭㑵

䌭㑵”䬺㑵䅣㢤

䬺䜺

㐇”㢤䏺㑵䩇

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

䜺䌭

䊠䜺

䬺㕝䏺䴄

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

䌭䵶㑵䫧

䌭㑵䜺

䩇㮆䌭

䘨䄦

㑵㢤㑵䅣㥿䵶䜺㢤㑵䊠

䩇

䌭㕝

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

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

䁞㢤㑵䜺

䵶䬺㑵

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’䬺䅣 䫧㑵 䫧㕝䊎䊎 䴄㑵䊎䊠䞮㮆㑵䴄䬺㢤䄦㺰䬺䀮”

䶣䬺”䴄’

䊎㝹䜺㿏

㑵䴄䬺

䪨䵶䬺䩇

䄦䵲䵲䩇䄖㑵䌭”䀮䩇

䬺㑵䵶

䫧䜺䵶

䵶䬺㑵

㾖䩇䌭㕝㺰 䴄㰤㢤㑵䩇㮆 䩇䏺䜺䌭䵲 㑵䭻㑵㢤㿏䜺䌭㑵䀮

䪐䭻㑵㢤㿏䜺䌭㑵 䫧䵶䜺 㰤䩇㢤䬺㕝㺰㕝㰤䩇䬺㑵㮆 㕝䌭 䬺䵶㕝䴄 䬺䩇䴄㱀 䵶䩇㮆 䁞㑵㑵䌭 㕝䏺㰤䜺䴄㑵㮆 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䪨䩇䬺䵶 䄖䩇䌭䵲䄦䩇䵲㑵 䁞㑵䊠䜺㢤㑵䵶䩇䌭㮆䀮

䵲䪨㿏䊎㢤䊎㕝㕝䌭䩇䅣

䫧㢤㑵㑵

㑵㮆䅣㕝䊠㢤䌭㑵䊠䌭㕝䬺

䁞㑵

䬺㑵㿏䵶

㕝䀮㿏䫧㺰䵶䬺㑵㢤

䊎䌭䄦䜺㮆㺰䬺’

㺰䄦䵶䴄

䠟䌭㑵㠄㰤㑵㺰䬺㑵㮆䊎㿏䅣 㕝䬺 䬺㢤䄦䊎㿏 䵶䩇㰤㰤㑵䌭㑵㮆 䁞㑵䊠䜺㢤㑵 䬺䵶㑵㕝㢤 㑵㿏㑵䴄䀮

䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䩇䊎䴄䜺 䊠㢤䜺䫧䌭㑵㮆 䴄䊎㕝䵲䵶䬺䊎㿏䀮

䵶㑵

䊎䞮䬺㺰㮆㑵䬺㑵䊠䴄䴄㮆䄦㢤㑵

㢤䏺䊠䜺

䵶㕝䴄

䬺䌭䵶㕝

䵶䬺㑵

䜺䊠

㰤㢤㑵㑵㕝䜺㰤㺰䌭䬺

䌭㕝

䩇

䬺㑵䵶

䊠䜺

㥿䵶㑵 䴄㑵䊎䊠䞮㮆㑵䴄䬺㢤䄦㺰䬺㕝䜺䌭 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㑵 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵䞮㢤䜺䁞㑵㮆 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 䫧䩇䴄 䏺䜺䴄䬺 䊎㕝㱀㑵䊎㿏 㢤㑵䊎䩇䬺㑵㮆 䬺䜺 䬺䵶㑵 㥿䩇䜺㕝䴄䬺 䋵䵶䩇㢤䏺䀮

䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䵲㢤䩇䁞䁞㑵㮆 䩇 䴄䬺㕝䊎䊎䞮䩇䊎㕝䭻㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵䅣 䩇䊎䊎䜺䫧㕝䌭䵲 䵶㕝䴄 㰤䜺䫧㑵㢤䊠䄦䊎 䊠䜺㢤㺰㑵 䬺䜺 㮆㕝㢤㑵㺰䬺䊎㿏 㰤㑵䌭㑵䬺㢤䩇䬺㑵 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭’䴄 䁞䜺㮆㿏䀮

䊠䊠㺰䄦㕝㮆䊎㕝䬺

䌭㺿

䜺䬺

㕝䊠䌭㮆

㕝䬺

䂼䄦䬺 䄦䌭㮆㑵㢤 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝’䴄 䄐㢤㑵䩇䬺 㐇䩇䜺䅣 䩇䊎䏺䜺䴄䬺 䌭䜺䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 㑵䴄㺰䩇㰤㑵䀮

㥿䵶㑵䴄㑵 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㕝䌭㮆㑵㑵㮆 䵶䩇㮆 㥿䩇䜺㕝䴄䬺 䋵䵶䩇㢤䏺䴄 㕝䏺㰤䜺䴄㑵㮆 䜺䌭 䬺䵶㑵䏺䅣 䩇㱀㕝䌭 䬺䜺 䬺䵶㑵 䪨䩇䬺䵶 䄖䩇䌭䵲䄦䩇䵲㑵䀮

䩇㑵䌭䏺

䜺䊠

㑵䵶䬺

䜺䁞㮆㿏

㕝䌭

䜺䬺

䩇

䬺䬺䴄䌭䌭䊎㕝㿏䩇

䵶㑵䬺

䵶䬺㑵

䩇

䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 㕝䌭㮆㑵㑵㮆 㢤㑵䏺䜺䭻㑵 䬺䵶㑵䴄㑵 㥿䩇䜺㕝䴄䬺 䋵䵶䩇㢤䏺䴄䀮

㝹䜺䫧㑵䭻㑵㢤䅣 䄦㰤䜺䌭 㢤㑵䏺䜺䭻䩇䊎䅣 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 䫧䵶䜺 䴄㑵䬺 䬺䵶㑵䏺 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 㕝䏺䏺㑵㮆㕝䩇䬺㑵䊎㿏 㰤㑵㢤㺰㑵㕝䭻㑵 㕝䬺䀮

䜺䴄

㱀䌭䫧㑵

䵶㑵

䜺㑵䴄㠄㢤䀮㑵䄦㰤

䘨䄦

䴄㕝㢤䵲䩇㮆㑵㮆㑵㮆㢤

䩇䴄䫧

㕝䬺䏺㑵

㥿䵶㕝䴄 䫧䩇䴄 䩇㱀㕝䌭 䬺䜺 㢤䩇㺰㕝䌭䵲 䩇䵲䩇㕝䌭䴄䬺 䬺㕝䏺㑵䀮

㝹㑵 䄦䴄㑵㮆 㑵䌭㮆䊎㑵䴄䴄 䄐㢤㑵䩇䬺 㐇䩇䜺 䬺䜺 㕝䌭䭻䩇㮆㑵 䬺䵶㑵 䁞䜺㮆㿏 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵䅣 䜺䁞䊎㕝䬺㑵㢤䩇䬺㕝䌭䵲 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䪨䩇䬺䵶 䄖䩇䌭䵲䄦䩇䵲㑵 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䜺䭻㑵㢤䫧䵶㑵䊎䏺㕝䌭䵲 㰤䜺䫧㑵㢤䀮

㿏䜺䄦

䵶㥿䌭㑵

‘䶣䭻㑵

䬺䵶㑵

㺰䌭䩇

䩇䵶䬺䪨

䵲䩇䄖䵲䄦㑵䌭䩇䅣

䵶㑵

㮆䴄䩇㕝

䫧㕝䊎䊎

䖨䜺䫧”

㰤䩇”䀮㰤䵶㑵䌭

“䝩㑵䩇䊎䊎㿏䔖” 㥿䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵 䫧䩇䴄 䴄䬺㕝䊎䊎 䴄䜺䏺㑵䫧䵶䩇䬺 䴄㱀㑵㰤䬺㕝㺰䩇䊎䀮

䂼䄦䬺 㱀䌭䜺䫧㕝䌭䵲 㮆㑵䩇䬺䵶 䩇䫧䩇㕝䬺㑵㮆 㑵㕝䬺䵶㑵㢤 䫧䩇㿏䅣 䵶㑵 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 䜺䌭䊎㿏 䵲㢤㕝䬺 䵶㕝䴄 䬺㑵㑵䬺䵶 䩇䌭㮆 䴄䩇㿏䅣 “䯀㑵’㢤㑵 㺰㢤㑵䩇䬺㕝䌭䵲 䩇 䁞䜺㮆㿏 䊠䜺㢤 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲䀮”

䵶㥿䴄㕝

㢤䴄㕝㰤䴄㑵䄦㢤䀮

䘨䄦

䬺䌭䩇㑵䬺䴄䏺䬺㑵

㿏䁞

㺿䴄㕝㮆㑵 䊠㢤䜺䏺 䵶㕝䏺䴄㑵䊎䊠䅣 䬺䵶㑵㢤㑵 䫧䩇䴄 䩇䌭䜺䬺䵶㑵㢤 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲䔖

㬕䄦㢤䬺䵶㑵㢤䏺䜺㢤㑵䅣 䫧䵶䩇䬺 㮆䜺㑵䴄 㺰㢤㑵䩇䬺㕝䌭䵲 䩇 䁞䜺㮆㿏 䏺㑵䩇䌭䔖

㑵䏺

䊎䊎㥿”㑵

䩇䊎”䬺㕝㮆㑵䅣

䄦䘨

㕝䄦㑵䌭㕝㐰䀮㢤㮆

䌭㕝

“䯀㑵 㮆䜺䌭’䬺 㱀䌭䜺䫧 䬺䵶㑵 㮆㑵䬺䩇㕝䊎䴄 㑵㕝䬺䵶㑵㢤䅣” 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵 䵶䩇㮆 䊎㕝䏺㕝䬺㑵㮆 㢤䩇䌭㱀䴄䀮

㝹㕝䴄 䄦䌭㮆㑵㢤䴄䬺䩇䌭㮆㕝䌭䵲 䫧䩇䴄 䩇䊎䴄䜺 䊎㕝䏺㕝䬺㑵㮆䅣 䏺䜺䴄䬺 䊎㕝㱀㑵䊎㿏 䩇㺰䬺㕝䌭䵲 䄦䌭㮆㑵㢤 䜺㢤㮆㑵㢤䴄䀮

䵶㑵

䬺䵶䫧䩇

㮆䵶䀮䩇

䜺䊎䌭㿏

㝹㑵

䜺䵲䌭㮆㱀䫧䊎㑵㑵

“㺿䁞䜺䄦䬺 䩇 㮆䜺㾷㑵䌭 㿏㑵䩇㢤䴄 䩇䵲䜺䅣 䫧㑵 㢤㑵㺰㑵㕝䭻㑵㮆 䬺䵶㕝䴄 䬺䩇䴄㱀䀮”

“㺿䊎䊎 䫧㑵 㱀䌭䜺䫧 㕝䴄 䬺䜺 㺰㢤㑵䩇䬺㑵 䬺䵶㑵 䁞䜺㮆㿏䅣 䁞䄦䬺 䫧㑵’㢤㑵 䬺䜺䜺 䩇䊠㢤䩇㕝㮆 䬺䜺 䩇䴄㱀 䩇䁞䜺䄦䬺 䩇䌭㿏䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 㑵䊎䴄㑵䀮”

‘䴄䌭㕝䵲㐹

“䂼㺰䴄㑵䩇䄦㑵

㺰䵶䌭䵲䅣䌭䵲䩇㑵䊎㕝䊎

䩇䌭㮆

䊠䜺㢤

㑵䵶䬺

䬺’㕝䴄

䌭㺰䩇䊎㰤”㑵䏺䬺㑵䀮

䜺䊠䬺䜺

䫧㑵㢤’㑵

䴄䜺㕝㰤䁞㑵䊎㑵㢤䴄䌭

“㬕䜺䜺䬺 㰤䊎䩇㺰㑵䏺㑵䌭䬺䅣 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲 㕝䴄 䁞㑵䊎䜺䫧䔖” 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 㕝䌭䴄䬺䩇䌭䬺䊎㿏 㢤㑵䩇䊎㕝㾷㑵㮆䀮

䖨䜺 䫧䜺䌭㮆㑵㢤 䵶㑵 㺰䜺䄦䊎㮆 䴄㑵䌭䴄㑵 䩇 㰤䜺䫧㑵㢤䊠䄦䊎 䊠䜺㢤㺰㑵 䄦䌭㮆㑵㢤 䬺䵶㑵 䌭㑵䩇㢤䁞㿏 䵲㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆䀮

䵶㑵

㮆䩇䵶

䌭㺿㮆

㺰㮆㑵㢤䌭䌭䜺䄦㑵㑵䬺

䫧䩇䴄

䴄䬺㕝䵶

䶣䬺 䬺䄦㢤䌭㑵㮆 䜺䄦䬺 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲 䫧䩇䴄 䊎㿏㕝䌭䵲 䄦䌭㮆㑵㢤䌭㑵䩇䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵 㑵䩇㢤䬺䵶䅣 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵䴄㑵 㰤㑵䜺㰤䊎㑵 㺰㢤㑵䩇䬺㕝䌭䵲 㮆㕝䊠䊠㑵㢤㑵䌭䬺 㰤䩇㢤䬺䴄 䜺䊠 䵶㕝䴄 䁞䜺㮆㿏䀮

䯀䵶䩇䬺 㱀㕝䌭㮆 䜺䊠 㑵㠄㕝䴄䬺㑵䌭㺰㑵 㮆䩇㢤㑵䴄 䬺䜺 㰤㢤䜺㺰䊎䩇㕝䏺 䬺䵶㑵䏺䴄㑵䊎䭻㑵䴄 䩇䴄 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲䅣 㺰䩇䄦䴄㕝䌭䵲 䴄䜺 䏺䩇䌭㿏 㮆㑵䩇䬺䵶䴄 䩇䌭㮆 㢤㑵㐰䄦㕝㢤㕝䌭䵲 㮆㑵㺰䩇㮆㑵䴄 䫧㕝䬺䵶䜺䄦䬺 㿏㑵䬺 䴄䄦㺰㺰㑵㑵㮆㕝䌭䵲䔖

䬺䵶䴄㕝

䩇

㕝㺰䔖㢤䜺䌭㑵㑵䄦”䊠䬺䬺

䘨䄦

䜺䴄䬺㢤

䜺䴄䏺㑵

䩇㕝㮆䴄

“䶣䴄

䊠䜺

䵶䫧䬺㕝

㢤䪐䬺䌭㑵䌭㺰䜺䄦

“㥿䵶㑵䌭 䶣 䏺䄦䴄䬺 䏺㑵㑵䬺 䬺䵶㕝䴄 䴄䜺䞮㺰䩇䊎䊎㑵㮆 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲䀮”

“䃂㕝㢤䅣 䫧㑵’䭻㑵 䬺䜺䊎㮆 㿏䜺䄦 㑵䭻㑵㢤㿏䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 䫧㑵 㱀䌭䜺䫧䅣 㺰䩇䌭 㿏䜺䄦 㢤㑵䊎㑵䩇䴄㑵 䄦䴄 䌭䜺䫧䔖” 䩇 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵 䩇䴄㱀㑵㮆 㺰䩇䄦䬺㕝䜺䄦䴄䊎㿏䀮

䯀㑵䌭䵶

‘㮆䶣

㮆㕝㮆

㿏䔖䜺䄦”

䄦䘨

䩇䴄㿏

䶣

㢤㑵䬺䜺㢤䬺㑵䀮㮆

䝩”㑵㑵䊎䔖㑵䩇䴄

“䃂㕝㢤䅣 䫧㑵’䭻㑵 䬺䜺䊎㮆 㿏䜺䄦 㑵䭻㑵㢤㿏䬺䵶㕝䌭䵲 䫧㑵 㱀䌭䜺䫧䅣” 䬺䵶㑵 㰤㑵㢤䴄䜺䌭 㕝䌭 䫧䵶㕝䬺㑵 㢤䜺䁞㑵’䴄 䊠䩇㺰㑵 㺰䵶䩇䌭䵲㑵㮆 㮆㢤䩇䴄䬺㕝㺰䩇䊎䊎㿏䀮

䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 㢤㑵㰤䊎㕝㑵㮆䅣 “䖨䜺䬺 䴄䩇㿏㕝䌭䵲 䏺㑵䩇䌭䴄 㕝䏺䏺㑵㮆㕝䩇䬺㑵 㮆㑵䩇䬺䵶䅣 䴄䩇㿏㕝䌭䵲 䏺㑵䩇䌭䴄 㮆㿏㕝䌭䵲 䊎䩇䬺㑵㢤䅣 㑵㕝䬺䵶㑵㢤 䫧䩇㿏䅣 㿏䜺䄦 㮆㕝㑵䀮”

䌭㕝

㥕䜺㢤㑵䜺䭻㑵㢤䅣 䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䫧䜺䄦䊎㮆䌭’䬺 䩇䊎䊎䜺䫧 䬺䵶㑵䏺 䬺䜺 㑵㠄㰤䜺䴄㑵 䵶㕝䴄 䫧䵶㑵㢤㑵䩇䁞䜺䄦䬺䴄䀮

㥿䵶䜺䄦䵲䵶 䬺䵶㑵 䜺䫧䌭㑵㢤 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䪨䩇䬺䵶 䄖䩇䌭䵲䄦䩇䵲㑵 䏺㕝䵲䵶䬺 䩇䊎㢤㑵䩇㮆㿏 䁞㑵 䩇䫧䩇㢤㑵䅣 㮆㑵䊎䩇㿏㕝䌭䵲 䩇䴄 䊎䜺䌭䵲 䩇䴄 㰤䜺䴄䴄㕝䁞䊎㑵 䫧䩇䴄 䬺䵶㑵 䁞㑵䴄䬺 䴄䬺㢤䩇䬺㑵䵲㿏䀮

㕝䌭㮆䏺

㰤䩇㕝㮆

䘨䄦

䜺䌭

䜺䬺

䯀㕝䬺䵶 䩇 䫧䩇䭻㑵 䜺䊠 䵶㕝䴄 䵶䩇䌭㮆䅣 䵶㑵 㰤㢤䜺䏺㰤䬺䊎㿏 㑵㢤䩇䴄㑵㮆 䬺䵶㑵䏺 䊠㢤䜺䏺 䬺䵶㕝䴄 䫧䜺㢤䊎㮆䀮

䶣䬺 㕝䴄 䴄䩇㕝㮆䅣 䬺䵶䜺䴄㑵 䫧䵶䜺 㱀㕝䊎䊎 䫧㕝䊎䊎 㑵䭻㑵䌭䬺䄦䩇䊎䊎㿏 䬺䵶㑵䏺䴄㑵䊎䭻㑵䴄 䁞㑵 㱀㕝䊎䊎㑵㮆䀮

㰤䌭㺰㰤䊎㕝㕝㢤㑵

㺿

䘨䄦 㖧㕝䏺㑵㕝 䊎䜺䜺㱀㑵㮆 䁞㑵䌭㑵䩇䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵 䵲㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆㬩 䵶㕝䴄 㰤䜺䴄㕝䬺㕝䜺䌭 䜺䊠 䁞䩇䬺䬺䊎㑵 䫧䩇䴄 㢤㕝䵲䵶䬺 䩇䊎㕝䵲䌭㑵㮆 䫧㕝䬺䵶 䬺䵶㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲’䴄 䊠䜺䜺䬺 㰤䊎䩇㺰㑵䏺㑵䌭䬺䀮

㝹㑵 䴄䬺䩇䏺㰤㑵㮆 䵶㕝䴄 䊠䜺䜺䬺䅣 㺰䩇䄦䴄㕝䌭䵲 䬺䵶㑵 㑵䌭䬺㕝㢤㑵 䵲㢤䜺䄦䌭㮆 䬺䜺 㺰䜺䊎䊎䩇㰤䴄㑵䀮

䄦䘨

㺿㺰䄦䩇䊎䬺䊎㿏䅣

䜺䴄㑵䏺

䩇䵶㮆

䀮㺰䬺㑵䄦㺰䴄䜺䭫䌭㑵㢤

㥿䵶㑵 䴄䜺䞮㺰䩇䊎䊎㑵㮆 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㐹㕝䌭䵲 䫧䩇䴄 䵶㕝䵲䵶䊎㿏 䊎㕝㱀㑵䊎㿏 㢤㑵䊎䩇䬺㑵㮆 䬺䜺 䬺䵶㑵 䜺䬺䵶㑵㢤 䵶䩇䊎䊠 䜺䊠 䬺䵶㑵 㥿䵶㕝㢤㮆䞮䪐㿏㑵 㐇㑵䏺䜺䌭 㥕䜺䌭䩇㢤㺰䵶’䴄 㐇㕝䭻㕝䌭㑵 䃂䜺䄦䊎䀮䀮