Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying Chapter 908: 539: Silver Triangle Ambushed, Feng Yi's Final

Capítulo 908: Chapter 539: Silver Triangle Ambushed, Feng Yi’s Final Sche (Part 2)

“True form of the Enchanting Demon!”

Yang Qiangwei’s eyes turned red, small horns grew from her head, a long tail extended from her back, and her figure beca slender.

The perception of the Enchanting Demon Clan was fully activated!

This small town was searched by Yang Qiangwei three tis, yet there was still no trace of Yang Feng, as if the previous sensing was completely mistaken.

And that faint and weak connection… was very far away from her.

“Damn it, it must have been Feng Yi who betrayed Yang Feng! He used sothing to block the connection between Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei!”

Alone, Yang Feng was just at the Golden Core Tenth Layer with the Cloud Demon Body, but together with Yang Qiangwei, they were two cultivators at the Tenth Layer of the Golden Core with the Reverse Flow Technique fully mastered.

They could easily escape from top experts like Feng Xin and Murong Ziyan.

Their combination allowed them to exert their strongest power!

But now, Yang Feng lost Yang Qiangwei, and Yang Qiangwei lost Yang Feng…

Huff~~ Huff~~ Huff~~

Yang Qiangwei retracted the true form of the Enchanting Demon and took several deep breaths.

Subsequently, her strength decreased significantly.

The entire person lost the previous aura of a strong individual.

Her realm directly dropped from the [Golden Core Tenth Layer] to the [Golden Core Fifth Layer]…

“Oh no! The spiritual power Yang Feng left in her is used up.”

“Where are you going?”

Tian Zhe’s departure was sowhat sudden. Yang Genshuo was pondering over what exactly Feng Yi was up to… when Tian Zhe suddenly appeared, making him think that Tian Zhe might be the mastermind behind it all.

“Brother Shuo, the first batch of custom drones we ordered from the military is ready, I’m going to the Silver Triangle to pick them up.”

“Oh~ I see… that was quick.”

“They’re eager to get our [Ice Crystal Stone], so they’re speeding up production. Besides… they were already selling those items, just had to modify a few modules for our needs. Are you coming, Brother Shuo?”

“True, the world’s number-one manufacturing magnate isn’t playing around. You go, I have so matters here that I can’t leave.”

He was already racking his brain here, with no inclination to do anything else.

Tian Zhe looked at Yang Genshuo with so difficulty.

“Brother Shuo… there are 100,000 drones, how am I supposed to bring them back?”

You have to know, during previous exchanges of goods, Yang Genshuo always went himself, collecting everything into his storage ring, and Tian Zhe never knew how he did it, never having to worry.

This ti, with 100,000 drones, it was too big a task for an Innate Grandmaster to handle alone.

“How’s your practice with the Visualization Technique I taught you?”

“Hmm… I can already feel the ‘divine’ you ntioned. That little sword has an ominous aura…”

For a martial cultivator to advance after reaching the Innate Grandmaster, apart from continuing to temper their body, they must also cultivate their divine sense and realize divine skills to be promoted to the Divinity Realm.

The physical body is easier to cultivate; with the current resources of the Yang Family, there are countless spiritual objects and elixirs to aid in body cultivation, while divine sense is the hardest to cultivate and requires constant visualization.

“Since you can perceive divine thought, you’ve stepped into the basics of the Visualization Technique and can use a good item.”

“Uh? What good item?”

“Storage ring.”

Tian Zhe: “???…”

“Brother Shuo, do you an that storage ring? You’re not kidding, right?”

“Take it.”

Tian Zhe, now the most trusted person by Yang Genshuo, also the one who knows most of his secrets, was long bound to him.

Yang Genshuo had many astonishing things planned for the future, and Tian Zhe would eventually know he was a cultivator.

He placed a Second Grade Storage Ring in Tian Zhe’s hand.

“No way… Brother Shuo, are you truly cultivating immortality?”

Tian Zhe couldn’t help but ask.

“Didn’t you already suspect?”

Yang Genshuo looked at Tian Zhe with a half-smile. Given how smart he is, it’s impossible not to notice.

Tian Zhe gave a wry smile: “It’s just shocking to hear it from your mouth, Brother Shuo.”

He admitted he’d long had many guesses about Yang Genshuo, including being a cultivator, but it was so astonishing it was hard to fully believe.

At that mont, when Yang Genshuo ntioned the ‘storage ring’, he knew… it was all real.

His good brother is a cultivator.

And he, Tian Zhe, is a good brother to a cultivator.

This life, it’s set!

“Don’t just stand there, co and learn… Focus your divine thought on the storage ring, delve into it, and connect with its space.”

Tian Zhe learned fast; he’d been practicing the Visualization Technique for half a year and usually ate the best things, so his divine sense was well-cultivated.

He quickly learned how to open the storage ring to store items.

“Alright!”

“You’re all set, with equipnt in tow, go ahead, I still have matters to attend to.”

“Alright, then I’m off to dismantle so planes.”

Tian Zhe put all the talismans Yang Genshuo had tasked him to carry into the storage ring, applied a [Second Grade Invisibility Talisman], and rode his vehicle to the airport, then quietly boarded a plane bound for the nearest city to the Silver Triangle.

Only this way could he ensure his movents remained untraceable, not linking Brother Tian from the Silver Triangle to him, Tian Zhe.

As an Innate Grandmaster, he could always sense so indistinct observations whenever he went down the mountain to shop.

There was no malice; they were all military personnel.

Most likely, Elder Xue sent them to protect the divine doctor, preventing any stupid actions by others towards the doctor who could save their lives.

Many tis, a crude shotgun, with two shots, could end an era.

The first shot announces my arrival, the second announces your departure.

This world is just that unreasonable.

This is also one of the reasons why Yang Genshuo hasn’t been disturbed by so internet celebrities and hikers over the past half year.

Tian Zhe sat in the aircraft’s cargo hold, watching the gradually shrinking Shin City… a surge of heroism filled his chest.

‘A cultivator… Could I beco a cultivator too?’

‘The future of this land… belongs to Brother Shuo.’

‘I will also beco soone like Hegel, whose na will be rembered.’

‘The family lineage, starting with , will have a separate chapter.’

Such a future, just thinking about it makes one’s blood boil!

Tian Zhe suddenly recalled his past self…

‘Brother Shuo, thank you for pulling out of the mire and bringing into this magnificent world.’

‘In this life, I will never disappoint your expectations.’

‘Whatever you wish to accomplish, I will utilize all ans to help you achieve it.’

Tian Zhe secretly vowed.

…

“Didn’t find Little Feng?”

In the ga, after three hours passed, Yang Qiangwei followed Yang Feng’s position according to the cultivation technique, but what she found was just an ordinary small town with no sign of Yang Feng inside.

When Yang Qiangwei tried to perceive again, that unbreakable connection… seed almost nonexistent, faint to the extre.

“Impossible! Even if separated by two worlds, I could sense Little Feng’s existence, why… why like this?”

“True form of the Enchanting Demon!”

Yang Qiangwei’s eyes turned red, small horns grew from her head, a long tail extended from her back, and her figure beca slender.

The perception of the Enchanting Demon Clan was fully activated!

Yang Qiangwei turned the small town upside down three tis and still found no traces of Yang Feng, as if the earlier sensing had been a complete mistake.

And that faint and weak connection… was very far away from her.

“Damn it, it must have been Feng Yi who set up Yang Feng! He used sothing to isolate the connection between Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei!”

Alone, Yang Feng was just at the Golden Core Tenth Layer with the Cloud Demon Body, but together with Yang Qiangwei, they were two cultivators who had perfected the cultivation technique “Reverse Flow Technique” at the Golden Core Tenth Layer.

They could easily escape from top Golden Core experts like Feng Xin and Murong Ziyan.

Their combination allowed them to exert their strongest power!

But now, Yang Feng lost Yang Qiangwei, and Yang Qiangwei also lost Yang Feng…

Sigh~~ Sigh~~ Sigh~~

Yang Qiangwei retracted the true form of the Enchanting Demon and took several deep breaths.

Subsequently, her strength decreased significantly.

The realm directly dropped from [Golden Core Tenth Layer] to [Golden Core Fifth Layer]…

“Oh no! Yang Feng’s spiritual power within her is expended.”

“””

䬟䵾䵾䵾䌵䵾䬟䌵䴝䌵䌵䌵䬟䬟~

老

盧”㨯䥓㡍㻾㬯㿱”

路蘆櫓路擄櫓盧老㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 㶣䌵㩙 䥓㡍䬟㡍㤵䵳 䐰㬋䥓㡍㤵䬟 䌵 㶣䌵䁄䁄 㝕㤵 㬯䥓㬋 㬯䥓㡍䉋䬟 㻾䁄㝕㝕䉋 㝕㻾 䕸䌵㤵䵳㩙䥓㬋㤵䵳 䆕䌵䉋㜚㙥 㶣㡍㬯䥓 䐰䱠䁄䁄㬋㬯㩙 䩫㝕㤵㩙㬯䌵㤵㬯䁄䘠 㻾㡍䉋㡍㤵䵳 䐰㬋䁄㝕㶣㙥 䩫䉋㬋䌵㬯㡍㤵䵳 䧫㡍㬯㩙 䐰㬋䥓㡍㤵䬟 䥓㡍䩟 䌵㤵䬟 䩫㬋䩟㬋㤵㬯 䬟䱠㩙㬯 㩙䩫䌵㬯㬯㬋䉋㡍㤵䵳 㬋㤬㬋䉋䘠㶣䥓㬋䉋㬋㥍

䁄㝕㥍㶣㬋䐰

䥓㬋䘠㛇

䉋㶣㬋㬋

㝕䉋㬋㶣㬋㡍㻾䉋䧫

㝕㻾䩟䉋

㡍䥓䩟

㡍㩙㩙䱠䧫䧫䉋㩙䵳㤵㬋

䥓㶣㡍㬯

㛇䥓㬋䘠 㶣㬋䉋㬋㤵’㬯 䌵㡍䩟㡍㤵䵳 㬯㝕 䥓䌵䉋䩟㙥 㡃䱠㩙㬯 㬯䉋䘠㡍㤵䵳 㬯㝕 䧫㡍㤵 䥓㡍䩟 䬟㝕㶣㤵 㡍㤵 䧫䁄䌵䩫㬋㥍

䴝䌵䵾䬟䌵䵾䬟䌵䵾䬟䌵~

㝕㩙㤵䱠䬟

㬯䐰㩙㝕㝕

㩙㪯’䥓㬋

㻾㝕

㝕㤵

䥓㬯㬋

䥓㬋㬯

䥓䌵㬋䬟䉋

㡍䌵䉋㬯㩙㩙㥍

㬯䬟㶣㬯㡍䩫㬋䥓

㩙䌵

㩙䵳㬯㬋䧫䧫㤵㡍

㬋䥓

㬋䌵䉋㩙

䌵㤵㛇㡍

㤵㡍䌵㻾㬯

‘㛇䥓䉋㬋㬋 㩙䥓㝕㝕㬯㬋䉋㩙 㝕㤵 㬯䥓㬋 㻾㡍䉋㩙㬯 㻾䁄㝕㝕䉋 㩙䱠䧫䧫䉋㬋㩙㩙㡍㤵䵳 䩟㬋㙥 㩙㡍䵝 䧫㬋㝕䧫䁄㬋 䩫㝕䩟㡍㤵䵳 䱠䧫㩙㬯䌵㡍䉋㩙 㬯㝕 䐰䉋㬋䌵㜚 㬯䥓䉋㝕䱠䵳䥓㥍㥍㥍 䌵㤵䬟 㩙㝕䩟㬋 䌵䉋㬋 㡍㤵䌵䩫㬯㡍㤬㬋㙥 䩫䌵㤵’㬯 㻾㡍㤵䬟 㬯䥓㬋㡍䉋 䧫㝕㩙㡍㬯㡍㝕㤵㩙㥍’

㭣㡍㬯䥓 䧫㬋䉋䩫㬋䧫㬯㡍㝕㤵 䐰㬋䘠㝕㤵䬟 㝕䉋䬟㡍㤵䌵䉋䘠 䧫㬋㝕䧫䁄㬋㙥 䥓㬋 䩫㝕䱠䁄䬟 䉋㝕䱠䵳䥓䁄䘠 䥓㬋䌵䉋 㬯䥓㬋 䩟㝕㤬㬋䩟㬋㤵㬯㩙 㝕㻾 㬯䥓㝕㩙㬋 㩙䱠䉋䉋㝕䱠㤵䬟㡍㤵䵳 䥓㡍䩟㥍

䥓㛇㬋

㩙㡍㬯䱠䌵㬯㤵㡍㝕

㡍㿱䉋䬟㬋

㩙㶣䌵

㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 䁄㝕㝕㜚㬋䬟 䌵㬯 㬯䥓㬋 䐰䱠䁄䁄㬋㬯 䥓㝕䁄㬋㩙 㝕㤵 䥓㡍㩙 䐰㝕䬟䘠㙥 㩙䥓㝕㶣㡍㤵䵳 䌵 䐰㡍㬯㬯㬋䉋 㬋䵝䧫䉋㬋㩙㩙㡍㝕㤵㥍

“㵑㻾 㤵㝕㬯 㻾㝕䉋 㤜䉋㝕㬯䥓㬋䉋 㨯䥓䱠㝕’㩙 䩫䁄㝕㬯䥓㬋㩙 䐰䁄㝕䩫㜚㡍㤵䵳 㩙㝕 䩟䌵㤵䘠 䐰䱠䁄䁄㬋㬯㩙㙥 㵑 㶣㝕䱠䁄䬟 䥓䌵㤬㬋 䐰㬋㬋㤵 䉋㡍䬟䬟䁄㬋䬟 㶣㡍㬯䥓 䥓㝕䁄㬋㩙 䐰䘠 㤵㝕㶣㥍㥍㥍”

㡍㬯㩙

㬯䁄㝕㩙

㤵㶣䥓㡍㩙䵳㤵㬯㡍㬯䌵䬟

㬋䬟䥓㡍䥓䵳䵾䌵䵳䉋

䱠䌵㬯䉋㡍㡍㩙䁄䧫

䌵䌵㜚㙥䩫㬯㬯㩙

㬋㛇䥓

㬋㤬㬋㬯㤵㩙㙥䩟㬯

䌵㤵

㝕㻾

䥓䬟䌵

䩟䧫㬋䱠䁄䁄㡍㬯

㻾㬋㬋㩙㤬㡍䬟㬋㤵

㥍㬯㡍䩟㬋

㝕䩟㬋䐰䩫㬋

㡍䁄䥓䵳㬯

㝕䉋䁄㡍㡍䁄㤵䘠䵳䌵

䬟㤵䌵

䌵㝕䉋䬟䘠㤵䉋㡍

䧫䌵䩫䁄䌵㬋䐰

㰯㬋 㶣䌵㩙㙥 䌵㻾㬯㬋䉋 䌵䁄䁄㙥 㝕㤵䁄䘠 䌵㤵 㵑㤵㤵䌵㬯㬋 㳅䉋䌵㤵䬟䩟䌵㩙㬯㬋䉋 㡍㤵 㬯㬋䉋䩟㩙 㝕㻾 䧫㝕㶣㬋䉋 䌵㤵䬟 䥓䌵䬟㤵’㬯 㻾㝕䱠䵳䥓㬯 䬟㡍䉋㬋䩫㬯䁄䘠 㶣㡍㬯䥓 㩙䱠䩫䥓 䌵 㬯㬋䌵䩟 㝕㻾 䩟㬋䉋䩫㬋㤵䌵䉋㡍㬋㩙 㝕䉋 䌵㩙㩙䌵㩙㩙㡍㤵㩙㥍

㰯㬋 䩫㝕䱠䁄䬟 㝕㤵䁄䘠 㩙䌵䘠㥍㥍㥍 㤵㬋㤬㬋䉋 䱠㤵䬟㬋䉋㬋㩙㬯㡍䩟䌵㬯㬋 㻾㡍䉋㬋䌵䉋䩟㩙㥍

㤵䩟㬋

㾕㤵

㩙’㳅㬯㩙㬋䌵㤵䩟䉋䉋䌵䬟

䐰䘠㝕䬟

㵑㤵䌵㬋㤵㬯

䉋㬋䁄㬋㩙㤬䌵

㡍㶣㡍䵳㬋䬟㤵䁄

㤵㡍

㻾㝕

㩙㤵䬟䌵㬯

㝕䉋㤵㬯㻾

䱠㬯㝕

㬯䩫䱠䬟䁄㤵㝕’

䆕㥍㩙㡹㳵

㛇䥓㬋 㻾㡍䉋㩙㬯 㤬㝕䁄䁄㬋䘠 䌵㤵㤵㝕䱠㤵䩫㬋䬟 䩟䘠 䌵䉋䉋㡍㤬䌵䁄䛭 㬯䥓㬋 㩙㬋䩫㝕㤵䬟 㝕㤵㬋 䌵㤵㤵㝕䱠㤵䩫㬋䬟 䘠㝕䱠䉋 㬋㤵䬟㥍

㰯㝕㶣 䩫㝕䱠䁄䬟 㝕㤵㬋 䬟㬋㻾㬋㤵䬟 䌵䵳䌵㡍㤵㩙㬯 䌵 㻾㡍䉋㬋䧫㝕㶣㬋䉋 䩫㝕㤬㬋䉋䵾䱠䧫䘿

㬋䥓㬯

䥓㩙㬋䁄䉋㬯㬋

䬟䩫㝕䱠䁄

㝕㤵䘠䁄

㝕㡍䱠㬯㶣㬯䥓

䁄䌵䵳㬋㡍

㛇䌵㤵㡍

䬟㤵䌵

䘠㤵㥍㥍㥍㝕䁄

䥓㩙䌵

䵳㤵㩙㬯㝕䉋

㬯㬋㤵㤬㬋䩟㙥㩙㬯

䌵

㩙㾕

㙥㶣㤵㝕

䩟㙥㬋䉋㬯䬟䌵㩙䌵㤵䉋㳅

㻾㝕

㡍㻾㬋䁄

䌵㤵㤵㬋㵑㬯

‘㬋䥓㩙

䥓㬋㪯

䉋䩫䛭㻾㬋㝕

䌵㤵

㰯㬋 㬯㝕䉋㬋 㝕㻾㻾 㬯䥓㬋 䌵䁄䉋㬋䌵䬟䘠 䬟䌵䩟䌵䵳㬋䬟 㤬㬋㩙㬯䩟㬋㤵㬯㙥 㬯㝕㝕㜚 䌵 㤵㬋㶣 㤬㬋㩙㬯䩟㬋㤵㬯 㻾䉋㝕䩟 䥓㡍㩙 㩙㬯㝕䉋䌵䵳㬋 䉋㡍㤵䵳㙥 㩙䁄㡍䧫䧫㬋䬟 㡍㬯 㝕㤵 䌵㤵䬟㙥 㻾㬋㬋䁄㡍㤵䵳 㡍㤵㩙㬋䩫䱠䉋㬋㙥 㬯㝕㝕㜚 䌵 䥓㡍䵳䥓䵾䵳䉋䌵䬟㬋 䬟㬋㻾㬋㤵㩙㡍㤬㬋 䩟䌵䵳㡍䩫 䌵䉋㬯㡍㻾䌵䩫㬯 㡃䌵䬟㬋 䧫㬋㤵䬟䌵㤵㬯 㻾䉋㝕䩟 㬯䥓㬋 㩙㬯㝕䉋䌵䵳㬋 䉋㡍㤵䵳 䌵㤵䬟 䥓䱠㤵䵳 㡍㬯 䌵䉋㝕䱠㤵䬟 䥓㡍㩙 㶣䌵㡍㩙㬯㥍

“㰯䩟䩟㥍㥍㥍 䩟䱠䩫䥓 㩙䌵㻾㬋䉋 㤵㝕㶣㥍”

㬋䬟㡍

㬋䉋䌵䱠㩙㬯㬋䉋

䐰㩙㡍㬋䛭䧫䩟㝕㡍㩙䁄

㬯㝕

䁄㬋’䥓䁄

㬯㝕

䱠䁄䌵㝕㤬㡍䩫㬯㬯䉋

㩙㬋䱠

㩙㡍

䥓’㨯㩙㝕䱠

䬟䥓㝕䁄

䩟䌵㡍䵳䩫

㤵㡍㝕㳅䵳

㬯㬋䥓䉋㝕䉋㤜

㡃㬯䱠㩙

㤵㝕㥍

㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 䩫䥓㬋䩫㜚㬋䬟 㬯䥓㬋 䬟䌵䩟䌵䵳㬋䬟 㤬㬋㩙㬯䩟㬋㤵㬯 㛂䬟䌵䩟䌵䵳㬋䬟 㤬㬋䉋㩙㡍㝕㤵㭪 䌵㤵䬟 㻾㝕䱠㤵䬟 㬯䥓䌵㬯 䩟㝕㩙㬯 䐰䱠䁄䁄㬋㬯 䥓㝕䁄㬋㩙 㶣㬋䉋㬋 㝕㤵 䥓㡍㩙 䁄㡍䩟䐰㩙 䌵㤵䬟 㤵㝕㤵䵾䁄㬋㬯䥓䌵䁄 䐰㬋䁄䁄䘠 䌵㤵䬟 䁄㬋䵳㩙㙥 㶣㡍㬯䥓㝕䱠㬯 䌵 㩙㡍㤵䵳䁄㬋 㝕㤵㬋 㡍㤵 䌵 䁄㬋㬯䥓䌵䁄 㩙䧫㝕㬯㥍

㳵㝕䉋㬋㝕㤬㬋䉋㙥 䥓㬋 㩙䌵㶣 㝕㤵 㬯䥓㬋 㤬䌵㤵㬯䌵䵳㬋 䧫㝕㡍㤵㬯㙥 㬯㶣㝕 㩙㤵㡍䧫㬋䉋㩙 䥓䌵䬟 䐰㬋㬋㤵 㩙䱠䧫䧫䉋㬋㩙㩙㡍㤵䵳 䌵䁄䁄 䌵䁄㝕㤵䵳 㶣㡍㬯䥓㝕䱠㬯 䵳㡍㤬㡍㤵䵳 䥓㡍䩟 䁄㬋㬯䥓䌵䁄 㶣㝕䱠㤵䬟㩙㥍

“㬋䘠㛇䥓

㬋䩟

㝕㬯

㬋䌵䧫䩫䉋䱠㬯

䌵㶣㬯㤵

㡍㬋䌵㥍㥍㤬䁄㥍”

㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 䱠㤵䬟㬋䉋㩙㬯㝕㝕䬟 㬯䥓䌵㬯 㬯䥓㬋䘠 䩟㡍䵳䥓㬯 䐰㬋 䌵㻾㬯㬋䉋 㶣㬋䌵䁄㬯䥓㙥 㝕䉋㥍㥍㥍 䬆㵑䩫㬋 㾽䉋䘠㩙㬯䌵䁄 㨯㬯㝕㤵㬋䢒㥍

㛇䥓㬋㩙㬋 䧫㬋㝕䧫䁄㬋 㶣㬋䉋㬋 㤬㬋䉋䘠 䧫䉋㝕㻾㬋㩙㩙㡍㝕㤵䌵䁄 䌵㤵䬟 㩙㬯䉋㝕㤵䵳㙥 䱠㤵䁄㡍㜚㬋 㬯䥓㬋 㶣䌵䉋䁄㝕䉋䬟㩙 䌵㤵䬟 䬟䉋䱠䵳 䬟㬋䌵䁄㬋䉋㩙 㻾䉋㝕䩟 㬯䥓㬋 㨯㡍䁄㤬㬋䉋 㛇䉋㡍䌵㤵䵳䁄㬋㥍㥍㥍

㩙㬋㬋’䉋㛇䥓

㨯㤵㬋㝕䢒㥍㬯

䌵䉋㻾㬯㬋

䌵

䘠㾽䉋䌵㬯䁄㩙

䬆㵑䩫㬋

䥓䥓㡍䵳

㥍䧫䉋䐰㬯䐰㡍㥍䌵䁄㥍㝕䘠㡍

䥓㡍㩙

㩙㡍㬯䥓

㶣㩙䌵

䵳㝕䱠䧫䉋

㰯㬋 㡃䱠㩙㬯 䩫㝕䱠䁄䬟㤵’㬯 㻾㡍䵳䱠䉋㬋 㝕䱠㬯 䥓㝕㶣 㬯䥓㬋䘠 㻾㝕䱠㤵䬟 䥓㡍䩟㥍

㾕㬯 㬯䥓㡍㩙 䩟㝕䩟㬋㤵㬯㙥 䌵 䬟䌵䉋㜚 㬯䥓㝕䱠䵳䥓㬯 䩫䉋㝕㩙㩙㬋䬟 䥓㡍㩙 䩟㡍㤵䬟㥍

㾕

䁄㬋㬋㜚䬟䌵

䱠㝕䁄䬟’㾽

䐰㬋

㡍㬯

䥓㬯䌵㬯

㬯䥓㬋

䬟㜟䁄

㬋㶣㤵䘿㩙

䱠㧠㝕

㬯㡍㬯’䉋䉋䌵䘿㝕

䴝䌵䵾䬟䌵䵾䬟䌵䵾䬟䌵~

㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 䬟㡍䬟㤵’㬯 䥓䌵㤬㬋 㬯㡍䩟㬋 㬯㝕 㬯䥓㡍㤵㜚 㻾䱠䉋㬯䥓㬋䉋 䌵㩙 㬯䥓㬋 㩙㝕䱠㤵䬟 㝕㻾 䐰㝕㝕㬯㩙 䵳㝕㬯 䩫䁄㝕㩙㬋䉋㥍

㩙䌵䌵㩙㩙㩙㡍㤵㩙

㡍䥓㥍㤵䬟㬋䬟

㬋䉋䌵䩫䥓䬟㬋

䬟䥓䌵

㡍㨯䵝

㶣䌵㩙

䬟䌵䁄䘠䉋䌵㬋

䌵䌵䧫䥓㡍䵳䧫䩫㤵䉋㝕

䥓㬋

㬯䬟䉋䥓㡍

䉋㻾㝕㙥㝕䁄

㬋䥓㬯

㶣㬋㬋䥓䉋

“㤜䉋㝕㬯䥓㬋䉋 㛇㡍䌵㤵㙥 䘠㝕䱠’䉋㬋 㩙䱠䉋䉋㝕䱠㤵䬟㬋䬟㙥 㬯䥓㬋䉋㬋’㩙 㤵㝕 㶣䌵䘠 㝕䱠㬯㙥 㩙㬯㝕䧫 㩙㬯䉋䱠䵳䵳䁄㡍㤵䵳㿱”

“䴝䉋㝕䧫 䘠㝕䱠䉋 㶣㬋䌵䧫㝕㤵㙥 䉋䌵㡍㩙㬋 䘠㝕䱠䉋 䥓䌵㤵䬟㩙㙥 䌵㤵䬟 䩫㝕䩟㬋 㝕䱠㬯 㝕㻾 䩫㝕㤬㬋䉋㿱”

䌵

㝕’㬯䬟㤵

䁄㡍㜚㬋

㝕㬯

㝕㬯㤵

䉋䘠㝕䱠

“㝕㬋㤵㬯䁄㬋䉋䌵䩟㶣㥍

㝕㬯

㤵㝕㬯

㬋䌵䵳䱠㬋䉋䌵㬯㤵

䥓㬯䩟㡍䵳

㡍㻾

㬋㡍㬯㩙㩙䉋

䐰䱠㬯

㬋䌵䬟䥓

“㭣㬋

䁄䐰㝕㶣

䁄㜚㡍䁄

㶣㬋

䘠㝕䱠

㝕䱠㙥䘠

䌵㤵㶣㬯

䐰㥍䐰㥍㤵䘠䱠㝕䁄㬯㥍㩙䉋

㛇䥓㬋 㝕㬯䥓㬋䉋 䧫䌵䉋㬯䘠 㩙䥓㝕䱠㬯㬋䬟 㬯㝕 䥓㡍䩟 㡍㤵 㿓㤵䵳䁄㡍㩙䥓㥍

“㭣䥓㝕 㩙㬋㤵㬯 䘠㝕䱠䘿 㭣䥓䘠 䌵䉋㬋 䘠㝕䱠 䩫䌵䧫㬯䱠䉋㡍㤵䵳 䩟㬋䘿”

㬋㪯䥓

䥓㩙㝕㬯䱠㬋㥍䬟

䌵㡍㤵㛇

㨯㡍䵝 䐰䱠䉋䁄䘠 㶣䥓㡍㬯㬋 䩟㬋㤵 䁄㝕䩫㜚㬋䬟 㝕㤵㬯㝕 㬯䥓㬋 㩙㝕䱠㤵䬟 㩙㝕䱠䉋䩫㬋㙥 㬋䵝䩫䥓䌵㤵䵳㬋䬟 䵳䁄䌵㤵䩫㬋㩙㙥 㤵㝕䬟䬟㬋䬟㙥 䩟䌵䬟㬋 䌵 㻾㬋㶣 䵳㬋㩙㬯䱠䉋㬋㩙㙥 䌵㤵䬟 䌵䧫䧫䉋㝕䌵䩫䥓㬋䬟 㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋’㩙 䧫㝕㩙㡍㬯㡍㝕㤵 㡍㤵 䌵 㩙䱠䉋䉋㝕䱠㤵䬟㡍㤵䵳 㩙㬯䌵㤵䩫㬋㥍

“㜟䱠䉋 䐰㝕㩙㩙 㶣䌵㤵㬯㩙 㬯㝕 䩟㬋㬋㬯 䘠㝕䱠 䌵㤵䬟 䬟㡍㩙䩫䱠㩙㩙 䌵 䩫㝕䁄䁄䌵䐰㝕䉋䌵㬯㡍㝕㤵㥍 㵑 㬯䥓㡍㤵㜚 䘠㝕䱠’䁄䁄 㬋㤵㡃㝕䘠 㬯䌵䁄㜚㡍㤵䵳 㬯㝕 䩟䘠 䐰㝕㩙㩙 㤬㬋䉋䘠 䩟䱠䩫䥓㥍”

“㝕’㩙䥓㭣

䘠㝕䉋䱠

㤵㡍㤵䩟㡍㬋䧫䵳䬟

㬯㬋䥓

㻾㝕

䐰㩙”䘿㩙㝕

䌵㤵㛇㡍

㝕䁄㙥䱠䘠䁄䬟

㝕䱠㬋㬯㩙䬟䥓

㬋㪯䥓

㬋㩙㬋䁄䵳㤵㡍䘠䩟

䬟㤵㬋䌵㥍䵳䉋

䱠㶣㬋䉋㤵䌵䌵

“㧠㝕䱠’䁄䁄 㜚㤵㝕㶣 㶣䥓㬋㤵 䘠㝕䱠 㩙㬋㬋 䥓㡍䩟㥍㥍㥍”

㛇䥓㬋 㩙㡍䵝 䩟㬋㤵 䵳㝕㬯 䩫䁄㝕㩙㬋䉋㙥 䩟䌵䬟㬋 䌵 䵳㬋㩙㬯䱠䉋㬋㙥 䌵㤵䬟 㩙㶣㡍㬯䩫䥓㬋䬟 㬯㝕 䌵 㩙䧫㬋䩫㡍䌵䁄 㜚㡍㤵䬟 㝕㻾 䧫㡍㩙㬯㝕䁄 䁄㝕䌵䬟㬋䬟 㤵㝕㬯 㶣㡍㬯䥓 䉋㬋䵳䱠䁄䌵䉋 䐰䱠䁄䁄㬋㬯㩙㙥 䐰䱠㬯 䌵 㤵㬋㬋䬟䁄㬋 㬯䘠䧫㬋 㩙䱠䐰㩙㬯䌵㤵䩫㬋㥍㥍㥍

㬯㝕

㤵㾕䧫䌵㙥䉋䧫䁄㬋䘠㬯

㬯䥓㬋䘠

䬟㤵’㡍䬟㬯

㬋䵝䧫㬯䩫㬋

䩟㩙䁄䥓㬋㡍㻾

㤵䌵䬟

㬋䬟䐰㝕䁄㬯㤵㥍㡍㬋䘠

䥓㪯㬋

㩙㤵䉋䱠䉋䉋㬋㬋䬟

㤵㡍䌵㛇

㩙㡍䩟䉋䬟䌵

㾕㩙 㬯䥓㬋 㻾㝕㝕㬯㩙㬯㬋䧫㩙 䵳㝕㬯 㬋㤬㬋㤵 䩫䁄㝕㩙㬋䉋㙥 㬯䥓㬋 䩫㝕䉋㤵㬋䉋㩙 㝕㻾 㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋’㩙 䩟㝕䱠㬯䥓 㩙䁄㡍䵳䥓㬯䁄䘠 䩫䱠䉋㤬㬋䬟 䱠䧫㥍

‘䡢㡍㤵䌵䁄䁄䘠 䁄䱠䉋㬋䬟 䘠㝕䱠 䥓㬋䉋㬋 㻾㝕䉋 䌵 䩫䁄㝕㩙㬋䵾䮛䱠䌵䉋㬯㬋䉋 䐰䌵㬯㬯䁄㬋㥍㥍㥍’

㡍㤵

㨯㜚䘠

㤵㥍㥍䬟䥓䌵㥍

㻾䌵㬯㡍㤵

㬯㩙㙥㶣䌵㡍

䥓㡍㩙

䌵㬋䉋䁄㩙

䩫䌵㡍㤵䬟䁄㬯㬋㡍

㡍䥓㩙

㻾㝕

㝕䉋䴝䌵䵳㤵

㡍㤵

㾕䉋䘠㥍䩟

䁄䵳㬯䥓㡍

㰯㬋

䥓㬯㬋㝕㩙

㬋䥓㬯

䬟䩫㜚㬯㬋䱠

䥓㡍㩙

䌵

䵳䱠㤵

㩙㶣䬟㝕䉋

㤬㡍㬋䵳䌵㬋㤵䉋䁄

㬯㝕

䬟㻾㩙䥓㬋䌵䁄

㭣䥓㝕 㶣䌵㩙 㬯䥓㬋 䥓䱠㤵㬯㬋䉋㙥 㶣䥓㝕 㶣䌵㩙 㬯䥓㬋 䧫䉋㬋䘠㙥 㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 㤵㝕 䁄㝕㤵䵳㬋䉋 䩫䌵䉋㬋䬟㙥 䥓㬋 㝕㤵䁄䘠 㜚㤵㬋㶣 䥓㡍㩙 䐰㝕䬟䘠㥍㥍㥍 㶣䌵㩙 䐰䱠䉋㤵㡍㤵䵳 䥓㝕㬯㥍

㥍㥍㥍㥍

㤵䱠㬯䉋㩙

㡍㡍㡍䌵䉋㬯㤵㤵䵳㬯䁄㻾

㤵㧠䵳䌵

㡍㤵

䁄㻾䘠㡍䁄䌵㤵

㡍㩙䉋㬋㬋㩙

㬋㬯䥓

㳅䱠㬋㤵㙥㩙䥓㝕

㙥㤵䌵䁄㬋䧫

㬋䌵㛇䵳㥍䉋㡍㤵䁄

䁄䬟㬋㤵䌵䬟

㻾䉋䌵㬋㬯

㡍䮛䵳㡍㚮䌵㤵

㬯㶣㬯㩙㩙㡍

㾽㬯䘠㡍

䁄㡍㤬㨯㬋䉋

㝕㻾

㤵䌵䬟

㬯䥓㬋

䌵䉋㤵㬋

㤜䘠 㤵㝕㶣㙥 㡍㬯 䥓䌵䬟 䐰㬋㬋㤵 㘠 䥓㝕䱠䉋㩙 㩙㡍㤵䩫㬋 㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 䩫䌵䁄䁄㬋䬟 㻾㝕䉋 䥓㡍㩙 䥓㬋䁄䧫㿱

㛇䥓㬋 䵳㝕䁄䬟㬋㤵 䉋㬋㩙䩫䱠㬋 㬯㡍䩟㬋 䥓䌵䬟 䌵䁄䉋㬋䌵䬟䘠 䐰㬋㬋㤵 䁄㝕㩙㬯㥍

㥍㤵䧫㬋䥓㝕

䘠䁄㬋㬯䌵㡍䬟㬋䩟䩟㡍

㩙㪯’䥓㬋

䬟䌵䁄㡍䬟㬋

㝕䱠㳅㩙㤵㬋䥓

㬯䁄㩙㬋㡍䌵䁄㬋㬯

䬟䌵䁄㬋㤵䬟

䬟䌵㤵

㧠䵳㤵䌵

㛇䌵㤵㡍

“㤜㬋㬋䧫 䐰㬋㬋䧫 䐰㬋㬋䧫~ 㛇䥓㬋 䧫䥓㝕㤵㬋 䘠㝕䱠 䬟㡍䌵䁄㬋䬟 㡍㩙 㬯䱠䉋㤵㬋䬟 㝕㻾㻾㥍㥍㥍”

㧠䌵㤵䵳 㳅㬋㤵㩙䥓䱠㝕 㻾䱠䉋䉋㝕㶣㬋䬟 䥓㡍㩙 㬋䘠㬋䐰䉋㝕㶣㩙 㩙䁄㡍䵳䥓㬯䁄䘠 䌵㬯 㬯䥓㡍㩙 䩟㝕䩟㬋㤵㬯㥍

㪯䥓㬋

㻾㡍䬟㡍㬋㬋䁄㤵㬯䘠

䘠䉋㬯

㝕䩫㬯䩫䌵㤵㬯

䉋䵳㙥䬟㬋䌵㤵

㶣㝕䱠䬟䁄

㬯㝕

㵑㻾

䥓㬋

㛇䌵㡍㤵

䩟㡍䥓

䬟㩙㬋䌵䧫㬋䩫

㬋䬟㡍䁄䩟䘠㡍㥍䩟㬯㬋䌵

㾕 㬯䱠䉋㤵㬋䬟䵾㝕㻾㻾 䧫䥓㝕㤵㬋 䩟㬋䌵㤵㬯 㬯䥓㬋 㩙䌵㬯㬋䁄䁄㡍㬯㬋 䧫䥓㝕㤵㬋 䩟㡍䵳䥓㬯 䥓䌵㤬㬋 㻾䌵䁄䁄㬋㤵 㡍㤵㬯㝕 㬋㤵㬋䩟䘠 䥓䌵㤵䬟㩙 㝕䉋 䵳㝕㬯 䬟䌵䩟䌵䵳㬋䬟 䬟䱠䉋㡍㤵䵳 䌵 㻾㡍㬋䉋䩫㬋 䐰䌵㬯㬯䁄㬋㥍

㵑㤵 䌵㤵䘠 䩫䌵㩙㬋㙥 㛇㡍䌵㤵 㪯䥓㬋 㶣䌵㩙 䬟㬋㻾㡍㤵㡍㬯㬋䁄䘠 㤵㝕㬯 㩙䌵㻾㬋 㤵㝕㶣㥍

㝕㤵㥍㥍㥍

䁄䥓㬋㙥㶣㡍

䌵

㬋䁄䱠䧫䬟䁄

㬯䩫㩙㜚䱠

㵑㤵䁄㡍㤬㡍䐰䘠㡍㡍㬯㩙

㩙㬋䱠㳅㝕㤵䥓

㬋㡍䁄䵝䉋㡍

䌵

㤵䌵

㬋䥓㬯㤵

㬯㝕䱠

䌵㧠㤵䵳

㻾䉋㝕

㛇䌵䁄㡍㩙䩟㤵䌵

㤵䬟㩙䩟㬋䩫䱠㝕

㥍㬯㡍

䌵㳅㬋䬟䉋

䬟䬟㤵㬋㬋㝕䧫䉋

㨯㬋䩫㤵㝕䬟

䌵㤵䬟

㛇䥓㬋㤵㙥 㬯䥓㬋 㡍㤵㤬㡍㩙㡍䐰䁄㬋 㧠䌵㤵䵳 㳅㬋㤵㩙䥓䱠㝕 䉋㬋䁄㬋䌵㩙㬋䬟 䌵 㩙㬯䉋㬋䌵䩟 㝕㻾 䌵㡍䉋 䱠㤵䬟㬋䉋 䥓㡍㩙 㻾㬋㬋㬯㙥 㩙䁄㝕㶣䁄䘠 㻾䁄䘠㡍㤵䵳 㡍㤵㬯㝕 㬯䥓㬋 㩙㜚䘠㥍 㾕㻾㬯㬋䉋 䌵䬟㡃䱠㩙㬯㡍㤵䵳㙥 䥓㬋 㻾䁄㬋㶣 㬯㝕㶣䌵䉋䬟㩙 䕸䌵㤵䵳㩙䥓㬋㤵䵳 䆕䌵䉋㜚㿱

䬆㭣㡍㤵䬟䵾䩫㝕㤵㬯䉋㝕䁄䁄㡍㤵䵳 䆕㡍䁄䁄䢒㥍

䌵

㻾㝕

㩙㬋䩫䁄㬯㡍䌵䧫䘠

䁄㿓㡍䵝㙥㡍䉋

㨯㜚䘠

䌵䬟㳅䉋㬋

㥍䬟䌵㤵㳅㬋䉋

㝕㨯㬋䩫䬟㤵

㾕㻾㬯㬋䉋 䩫㝕㤵㩙䱠䩟䧫㬯㡍㝕㤵㙥 㡍㬯 㬋㤵䌵䐰䁄㬋㩙 㶣㡍㤵䬟䵾䩫㝕㤵㬯䉋㝕䁄䁄㡍㤵䵳 㻾䁄㡍䵳䥓㬯㥍 㵑㤵 㬯䥓㬋 㾽䁄㝕䱠䬟 㰯㡍䬟䬟㬋㤵 㨯䧫㡍䉋㡍㬯 㨯㬋䩫㬯㙥 䩟䌵㤵䘠 䂞㡍 䖎㬋㻾㡍㤵㬋䩟㬋㤵㬯 㩙㬯䌵䵳㬋 䩫䱠䁄㬯㡍㤬䌵㬯㝕䉋㩙 䁄㝕㤬㬋䬟 㬯䥓㡍㩙 㬋䁄㡍䵝㡍䉋㙥 䌵䁄䁄㝕㶣㡍㤵䵳 㬯䥓㬋䩟 㬯㝕 㬋䵝䧫㬋䉋㡍㬋㤵䩫㬋 㬯䥓㬋 㡃㝕䘠㩙 㝕㻾 䡢㝕䱠㤵䬟䌵㬯㡍㝕㤵 㿓㩙㬯䌵䐰䁄㡍㩙䥓䩟㬋㤵㬯 㩙㬯䌵䵳㬋 䩫䱠䁄㬯㡍㤬䌵㬯㝕䉋㩙 䧫䉋㬋䩟䌵㬯䱠䉋㬋䁄䘠㥍

㰯㝕㶣㬋㤬㬋䉋㙥 㧠䌵㤵䵳 㳅㬋㤵㩙䥓䱠㝕 䉋䌵䉋㬋䁄䘠 䱠㩙㬋䬟 㡍㬯㥍

㝕㤵

䌵㩙䱠䧫㡍䁄䉋㡍㬯

㬋䌵䱠㥍㥍㥍䩫㬋㤜㩙

㬯㨯㥍䌵䉋

㤵㬋䘠㬋䉋䵳

䁄㬋㤜䱠

㝕㤵

䥓㬯䉋’㩙㬋㬋

㜟㬯䥓㬋䉋㩙 㻾䁄䘠 䩫㝕㤵㬯䉋㝕䁄䁄㡍㤵䵳 㬯䥓㬋 㶣㡍㤵䬟 䐰䘠 䱠㬯㡍䁄㡍䓪㡍㤵䵳 㬯䥓㬋 㩙䧫㡍䉋㡍㬯䱠䌵䁄 㬋㤵㬋䉋䵳䘠 㡍㤵 㬯䥓㬋 䌵㡍䉋㙥 䩫㝕㤵㩙䱠䩟㡍㤵䵳 㤬㬋䉋䘠 䁄㡍㬯㬯䁄㬋 㝕㻾 㬯䥓㬋㡍䉋 㝕㶣㤵䛭 㧠䌵㤵䵳 㳅㬋㤵㩙䥓䱠㝕’㩙 㶣㡍㤵䬟䵾䩫㝕㤵㬯䉋㝕䁄䁄㡍㤵䵳 㻾䁄㡍䵳䥓㬯㥍㥍㥍 㩙㝕䁄㬋䁄䘠 䉋㬋䁄㡍㬋㩙 㝕㤵 㬯䥓㬋 㬋䁄㡍䵝㡍䉋’㩙 䩟㬋䬟㡍䩫㡍㤵䌵䁄 䧫㝕㶣㬋䉋 䌵㤵䬟 䥓㡍㩙 㝕㶣㤵 䬟䌵㤵㬯㡍䌵㤵’㩙 㩙䧫㡍䉋㡍㬯䱠䌵䁄 䧫㝕㶣㬋䉋㥍

㛇䥓㬋 䩫㝕㤵㩙䱠䩟䧫㬯㡍㝕㤵 㡍㩙 㬯㝕㝕 䁄䌵䉋䵳㬋 䌵㤵䬟 㡍䩟䧫䉋䌵䩫㬯㡍䩫䌵䁄㥍㥍