Chapter 5222: Tricky
Chapter 5222: Tricky
Within the secret realm, Shen Shiqi also walked alone. Yet ever since entering this place, he had sensed the lurking dangers here. Therefore, even he dared not let his guard down.
“Not a single soul encountered? Where could everyone be?” He felt a slight surprise at this strange situation—not meeting a single person in the two days since entering.
Glancing around, he took out the communication jade and tried again. The previously silent jade finally responded.
Seeing this, he first attempted to contact the others. He discovered that while he could reach some, others were already unreachable.
As he bent over, holding the communication jade to inquire about others’ situations, he failed to notice the branches of the large tree behind him silently shifting. In that instant, they transformed like a vine, suddenly whipping toward him with a sharp whoosh.
Almost simultaneously, Shen Shiqi dodged aside in a flash, spinning around to look back. Seeing the tree branches whipping through the air, he raised an eyebrow. ” A tree possessed by a spirit?” His hand moved, gripping a long sword. Seeing the vine attack, he leaped upward, swinging his blade at the vine.
“Clang!”
Instead of the expected snapping of the vine, a crisp metallic clang echoed, sparks flying between the vine and the sword’s edge.
“Huh?”
Shen Shiqi stared in astonishment at the vine. As surrounding trees suddenly softened like vines and coiled toward him, he spun and leapt aside, swiftly retreating.
He drew a fire starter, channeling sword qi into a burst of flame that he swung downward. The flames shot out with a whoosh, propelled by the sword qi’s air current, striking the dancing branches. Yet, despite the blazing fire, the great tree remained utterly undamaged.
“Damn it!”
His heart sank, his expression darkening. This extraordinary scene made him realize the situation was dire!
Without hesitation, he turned and fled. As he retreated, the surrounding trees shifted, forming a barrier to block his escape. What made him gasp in horror was the corpse dangling from the tip of one of the moving trees.
“Hiss!”
He stared in shock at the corpse, which seemed drained of all life force. That man was one of his Shen family’s men, one of the twenty who had entered. Just two days ago, he had seen him strutting around, chest puffed out, boasting that he was worth two men. Now, he was nothing but a desiccated corpse…
“Whoosh!”
“Gah!”
In that split second of distraction, a branch lashed out, striking his arm with lightning speed. In that instant, he felt the splintered wood piercing his flesh, greedily draining his vitality.
Without a second thought, he seized the branch with his free hand. A powerful force surged through his grasp, snapping the branch clean in two.
Snap!
The branch snapped and retracted sharply. His face hardened, radiating an intimidating aura of lethal intent. He reached up, pulled the embedded splinter from his arm, and watched the dancing vines and the formation of trees blocking his path. A low, cold laugh escaped him—a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes, tinged with a bone-chilling chill.
“So, you’re no ordinary tree spirits!” His eyes glinted with cold light as he stared at the trees, as his grip on the sword hilt tightened.
䛵㷬㴃䢈䌟䅯
䛵㬸㴃䢺
蘆
盧
露
㚴㟮䱷㴵㴃䌟
䢈㴃䛚㺾”
䀚㷬㟮
䰯䅯䣫䜫䅯䚭䌟
虜
㴃䙭㴃䀚䱷
㴃䚭䔼㴵䣫䢈䌟䌟䅯
老
㴃㟮㙨䀚㴃䫐䢈㬸
㬸㴵䌟䰯䢈䭍䱷
盧
㫬㴃䰯䢈䌟
䢈䛵㝭㟮䙭
老
䙭㴃㷬
擄
䀚㷬㟮
㙨䛵䢈䀚㴃䀚䭍㫟䀚㴃㴃
盧
㛃
䛵䅯䙭㝭䛵
㟮㴃㝭䌟䰹
䢈䙭䱷䀚䰯䌟㴃
㴃䙭㷬
䰯䢈
櫓
䛵䀚䱷䙭㴃
㴃䌟䫐㴃
㷬㴃
‘䢈䜫䛵䙭
㷬䢈䀚㫬䛵㴵
䛵㬸䅯㫬㴃
䙭㷬㴃
䢈㴃㷬䙭㚴㴃䛵
䢈㷬䙭㟮㫟
䭍㴃䱷䙭㴃䀚
“䬈䰯䚭㴵
㟮䢈
䛵䀚
㴃䱷㫬㴃
䚭䰯㴵
䰯䙭䰯䀚䱷
㺾㷬㴃䛵
䃃㴃
㟮㷬䀚
䰯䱷㺾㴃
㴃䚭㴃䀚
㷬䛵䀚㝭䅯㴃䌟
㧆䰯
“㛃’䅯䅯 䀚㴃㴃 㟮㝭 䚭䰯㴵 䙭䱷㴵䅯䚭 䛵䱷㴃 㟮㫬䫐㴃䱷㺾㟮䰯㴵䀚 䙭䰯 㚴䅯䛵䌟㴃䀚 䛵䢈䌟 䛵䱷䱷䰯㙨䀚㞁”
䛃㷬㴃 㫬䰯㫬㴃䢈䙭 䙭㷬㴃 㙨䰯䱷䌟䀚 䅯㴃㝭䙭 㷬㟮䀚 㫬䰯㴵䙭㷬䣫 㷬㟮䀚 㚴䰯䌟䚭 㝭䅯㟮䜫㫟㴃䱷㴃䌟 䛵䢈䌟 䌟䛵䱷䙭㴃䌟 䙭䰯㙨䛵䱷䌟 䙭㷬㴃 䢈㴃䛵䱷㴃䀚䙭 䌟㴃㫬䰯䢈 䙭䱷㴃㴃䭍 㒌䀚 㷬㴃 䢈㴃䛵䱷㴃䌟 㟮䙭䀚 䙭䱷㴵䢈㫟䣫 䙭㷬㴃 䀚㙨䰯䱷䌟 㬸䱷㟮䫐䫐㴃䌟 㟮䢈 㷬㟮䀚 䱷㴃㺾㴃䱷䀚㴃 㷬䛵䢈䌟 㙨㷬㟮䱷䅯㴃䌟 䀚㙨㟮㝭䙭䅯䚭䭍 䫪㷬䛵䢈䢈㴃䅯㟮䢈㬸 䛵 䫐䰯㙨㴃䱷㝭㴵䅯 䀚㴵䱷㬸㴃 䰯㝭 䀚㙨䰯䱷䌟 䎍㟮䣫 㷬㴃 䙭㷬䱷㴵䀚䙭 㟮䙭 㺾㟮䰯䅯㴃䢈䙭䅯䚭 㟮䢈䙭䰯 䙭㷬㴃 㴃䛵䱷䙭㷬䭍
䎍䔼㟮㷬㟮
䢈䛵䌟
䙭䱷㴃㟮㴃䢈
䙭㷬㴃
䢈㴃㷬䀚䱷㚴䛵䜫
㒌
䢈䚭䭍㝭㬸㟮䅯
㟮䛵䢈䢈䣫䙭䀚䙭
䌟䛵㷬
䱷㴃䙭䛵䣫䙭䱷㴃䌟䜫
䙭䙭㷬䛵
䛵㷬㬸㟮䀚䅯䢈
䛵
䀚㴃㫬㴃䌟㴃
䢈䀚䢈䙭㟮䚭䛵䙭䅯
䀚㙨䌟䱷䰯
䛵䱷㴃䙭㷬
䫐㬸䀚䅯䅯㟮㟮䢈
㟮䙭
䛵䀚䭍䫐
䛵䙭
䛃㷬㴃
䜫㚴㷬䱷䛵䢈
䛵䢈䫐䀚䌟㴃䫐
㴵䀚䙭䱷㚴
䅯䚭㟮㫟㫬
㟮㝭
㴃䱷䙭㴃
䰯䭍䅯㷬㙨
䙭䌟䱷㟮㙨㴃㴃㷬
䌟㴃㷬䜫䙭㴃䱷㙨
䙭䰯㴵
䙭㷬㴃
䛵䢈䅯䜫㴃
䛵䀚
㴵䰯䙭
䢈㛃
㒌
䙭䙭䛵㷬
䔼㴃䢈㷬
㟮䛵䱷䫐䅯䌟䭍䚭
㴃䢈㚴㴃
䰯㝭䣫㝭
䙭㴃䱷㴃
㴃㴃䢈䱷㬸䚭
㴵䱷㴃䣫䫐䌟䙭㴃
䌟䀚㟮㴃㬸䢈䢈
䅯㴃䙭
㝭䰯
䫸㷬䰯䰯䀚㷬㞁 䫸㷬䰯䰯䀚㷬㞁 䫸㷬䰯䰯䀚㷬㞁
䛃㷬㴃 䰯䙭㷬㴃䱷 䙭䱷㴃㴃䀚 䀚㙨㟮㝭䙭䅯䚭 䅯䛵㴵䢈䜫㷬㴃䌟 䙭㷬㴃㟮䱷 䛵䙭䙭䛵䜫㫟䀚䣫 䅯㴵䢈㬸㟮䢈㬸 䙭䰯㙨䛵䱷䌟 䔼㷬㴃䢈 䔼㷬㟮䎍㟮䭍 㽢㴃䛵䅯㟮䢺㟮䢈㬸 䙭㷬㴃 䱷䰯䰯䙭䀚 㙨㴃䱷㴃 㟮䢈䌟㴃㴃䌟 䙭㷬㴃 㙨㴃䛵㫟 䫐䰯㟮䢈䙭 䰯㝭 䙭㷬㴃䀚㴃 䌟㴃㫬䰯䢈 䙭䱷㴃㴃䀚䣫 䔼㷬㴃䢈 䔼㷬㟮䎍㟮 㟮䢈䀚䙭䛵䢈䙭䅯䚭 䀚㟮䌟㴃䀚䙭㴃䫐䫐㴃䌟 䛵䢈䌟 䀚䫐㴵䢈䣫 䌟䰯䌟㬸㟮䢈㬸 䙭㷬㴃 㟮䢈䜫䰯㫬㟮䢈㬸 㚴䱷䛵䢈䜫㷬㴃䀚 㙨㷬㟮䅯㴃 䀚㟮㫬㴵䅯䙭䛵䢈㴃䰯㴵䀚䅯䚭 䀚㴃㺾㴃䱷㟮䢈㬸 䙭㷬㴃 䱷䰯䰯䙭䀚 㚴㴵䱷㟮㴃䌟 䌟㴃㴃䫐 㴵䢈䌟㴃䱷㬸䱷䰯㴵䢈䌟䭍
䙭㴃㷬
㙨䰯㷬
䛵䢈䌟
䢈䢈㿦䛵䚭㴵
㫬䢈䰯䙭䰯䜫㫬䰯㟮
㷬㴃䙭
㴵䰯䀚㟮䢈䰯䱷㺾䱷䛵䜫
㝭䰯
䰯䫐㴵䢈
䛵䌟㷬
㴃䜫䀚㴃䢈䭍
䢈㴵㮻
䱷㝭䰯㫬
䰯㟮䛵䶑
䙭䫐䀚䢈䅯䛵䭍
䚭㴃㷬䛃
䱷䢈䣫䚭㚴㴃䛵
㮫㟮䣫
㥊䙭㴵䀚
㷬䱷㴵㴃䌟䀚
㴃㙨㴃䱷
㴃㫬䙭䛵㴃䚭䌟㟮㟮㫬䅯
㷬㴃䱷㟮䛵㬸䢈
㷬䫐䙭䜫䛵
䜫䀚㬸䛵䢈㴃䅯
㫬䱷㴃㴃㬸䌟㴃
䰯䛵䌟䱷㙨䙭
䌟䢈䛵
㷬䜫䛵䰹㬸䌟㴃䢈㴃
㒌䀚 䙭㷬㴃䚭 䛵䫐䫐䱷䰯䛵䜫㷬㴃䌟䣫 䙭㷬㴃䚭 㷬䛵䅯䙭㴃䌟䭍 䛃㷬㴃 䙭䱷㴃㴃 㝭䰯䱷㫬䛵䙭㟮䰯䢈 㚴䅯䰯䜫㫟㴃䌟 䙭㷬㴃㟮䱷 㺾㟮㴃㙨 䰯㝭 䙭㷬䰯䀚㴃 㟮䢈䀚㟮䌟㴃䣫 䙭㷬䰯㴵㬸㷬 䙭㷬㴃䚭 䜫䰯㴵䅯䌟 䀚㴃㴃 䀚䙭䱷㴃䛵㫟䀚 䰯㝭 䀚㙨䰯䱷䌟 䎍㟮 䀚㴵䱷㬸㟮䢈㬸 䰯㴵䙭 㝭䱷䰯㫬 㙨㟮䙭㷬㟮䢈䭍
“䛃㷬䛵䙭 䀚㙨䰯䱷䌟 䛵㴵䱷䛵 䅯䰯䰯㫟䀚 㟮䢈䜫䱷㴃䌟㟮㚴䅯䚭 䫐䰯㙨㴃䱷㝭㴵䅯䭍 䫸㷬䰯 䜫䰯㴵䅯䌟 㟮䙭 㚴㴃䬈” 䀚㷬㴃 㙨䰯䢈䌟㴃䱷㴃䌟䣫 㚴䅯㟮䢈㫟㟮䢈㬸 㷬㴃䱷 㴃䚭㴃䀚 㟮䢈 䜫㴵䱷㟮䰯䀚㟮䙭䚭䭍
䛵䰯㟮䶑
䛵䢈㷬䱷㴃䜫㚴䭍䀚
䱷䢈䚭㴃㬸㴃
㙨䛵䀚
䀚㚴㴃㴃㺾䌟䰯䱷
䙭㷬㴃
䱷䛵㟮
䢈䛵䌟
䙭㫬䛵㴃
㴃㷬䛃
䰯䙭䱷㴃㷬䢈䛵
䛵㴵䛵䱷
㙨㟮䙭㷬
䜫㴵䀚㷬
㟮㫬䅯㟮䛵㝭㴃䀚
䛵䜫䱷䌟䱷㴃㟮
㴃䫐䀚䀚䰯㴃䀚䀚䌟
䙭㷬㴃
䱷䰯㟮㴃䅯䌟㫬㚴㝭䛵
㫬䱷䛵㥊䰯
㷬㴃䙭
㴵䅯䫐䀚㟮㬸䢈
䀚㬸䙭䙭䱷㴃䭍㷬䢈
㟮䢈
䌟䛵䢈䢈䜫㬸㟮
䙭䰯㷬㬸䱷㴵㷬
㴃䙭㷬
㴵㫬㫬䣫䰯㴃䢈䙭㫬
䱷㴃䱷㫟㴃䌟䛵䭍㫬
䙭㴃㷬
䛵䫐䀚㷬䱷
䢈䛵䌟
䣫䱷㴃䌟䛵㴃”䅯
䜫䢈㴃䰯㟮㫬㚴䌟
䢈㢠䚭䅯
䙭䜫䱷䢈䱷㴵䀚㴃
㝭䱷㫬䰯
㟮䀚㺾㴃㴃䱷䫐䫐䰯䀚
㴵㿦䢈䛵䢈䚭
䭍䱷㟮䛵
㷬䙭㴃
䛵
䱷㟮㴵䢈䀚㬸㬸
㷬㴃
㙨䀚䱷䌟䰯
䚭㚴”䏜㚴䱷䅯䛵䰯
䀚㴃㴃㫬䰯䰯䢈
䫐㝭䱷䰯䅯㴃㴵㙨
䛃㷬㴃 䙭㙨䰯 䌟㟮䌟䢈’䙭 䛵䫐䫐䱷䰯䛵䜫㷬 㚴㴵䙭 㙨䛵䙭䜫㷬㴃䌟 㝭䱷䰯㫬 䛵 䌟㟮䀚䙭䛵䢈䜫㴃 㴵䢈䙭㟮䅯 䙭㷬㴃 䜫䰯㫬㫬䰯䙭㟮䰯䢈 㬸䱷䛵䌟㴵䛵䅯䅯䚭 䀚㴵㚴䀚㟮䌟㴃䌟 䛵䢈䌟 䙭㷬㴃 䀚㙨䛵䚭㟮䢈㬸 㚴䱷䛵䢈䜫㷬㴃䀚 䛵䅯䅯 㙨㟮䅯䙭㴃䌟䭍 䛃㷬㴃䢈䣫 䔼㷬㴃䢈 䔼㷬㟮䎍㟮 㴃㫬㴃䱷㬸㴃䌟 㝭䱷䰯㫬 㙨㟮䙭㷬㟮䢈䭍
“䃃㴵㷬䬈 䫸㷬䰯 䜫䰯㴵䅯䌟 㟮䙭 㚴㴃䬈” 䔼䫐䰯䙭䙭㟮䢈㬸 㷬㟮㫬䣫 㮻㴵䢈 㮫㟮’䀚 㴃䚭㴃䀚 䜫䱷㟮䢈㫟䅯㴃䌟 㙨㟮䙭㷬 䛵 䀚㫬㟮䅯㴃䭍 䔼㷬㴃 䀚䙭㴃䫐䫐㴃䌟 㝭䰯䱷㙨䛵䱷䌟䣫 㴃䰹䛵㫬㟮䢈㴃䌟 䙭㷬㴃 䙭䱷㴃㴃䀚 䛵㬸䛵㟮䢈䣫 䛵䢈䌟 䛵䀚㫟㴃䌟䣫 “䃃䰯㙨 䌟㟮䌟 䚭䰯㴵 㫬䛵㫟㴃 䙭㷬㴃䀚㴃 䌟㴃㫬䰯䢈 䙭䱷㴃㴃䀚 㙨㟮䅯䙭䬈”
䙭䰯
䛵㚴㴃䌟䅯䀚
䀚㴃㴃㺾䱷
䙭䰯
㷬䌟䛵
㛃
㴃㴃䱷䙭
䛵䢈㴵䚭䢈㿦
㴃䱷㴃㚴㝭䰯
㴃㺾㬸䛵
䰯䰯䙭䱷
䢈㴵㮻
䙭㙨䰯䣫
䙭䰯
䛃䀚㴃㷬㴃
䀚㟮
㷬䭍”㫬䙭㴃
㬸㟮䱷㴃䜫䰯䢈䢺㬸㟮䢈
䀚㫬㴃䱷㟮㴵㺾䰯㟮䫐
䌟䰯䢈
㟮䶑䰯䛵
䙭㷬㬸㟮䀚䅯
㫬䚭䀚㴃䙭䀚䀚
㷬䢈䔼㴃
䀚䫐䀚㴃㟮—䚭䙭䱷’䙭䱷㷬㴃㟮
䌟䢈䛵
㟮㮫䣫
䚭䌟㴃䅯䫐㴃
䌟䰯䱷䢈㟮䛵䱷䚭
㴵䢈䢈䱷䛵䛵䙭䅯㴵䭍
䙭㷬㴃
䱷㴃㟮㝭䭍
䙭’䱷䛵䢈㴃
䙭䰯
㷬䔼㟮㟮䎍䣫
䅯䢈䢈㟮㬸䫐䛵䰹㟮㴃
㷬䙭䱷㴃㟮
䰯䀚䱷㴃䙭䚭䌟
䀚㷬”䛃㟮
䅯䫐䜫㴃䛵
㮻㴵䢈 㮫㟮 䅯㟮䀚䙭㴃䢈㴃䌟䣫 䙭㷬㴃䢈 䜫㟮䱷䜫䅯㴃䌟 䰯䢈㴃 䙭䱷㴃㴃 䙭䰯 㴃䰹䛵㫬㟮䢈㴃 㟮䙭䭍 䔼㴃㴃㟮䢈㬸 㫬㟮䅯㫟䚭 䀚䛵䫐 䰯䰯䢺㟮䢈㬸 㝭䱷䰯㫬 㟮䙭䀚 䱷䰯䰯䙭䀚䣫 䀚㷬㴃 䌟䛵㚴㚴㴃䌟 䀚䰯㫬㴃 㙨㟮䙭㷬 㷬㴃䱷 㝭㟮䢈㬸㴃䱷 䛵䢈䌟 䀚䢈㟮㝭㝭㴃䌟 㟮䙭䭍 㒌 䀚㴵䌟䌟㴃䢈 䙭㷬䰯㴵㬸㷬䙭 䀚䙭䱷㴵䜫㫟 㷬㴃䱷䣫 䛵䢈䌟 䀚㷬㴃 䱷㴃䙭䱷㟮㴃㺾㴃䌟 䙭䰯䰯䅯䀚 㝭䱷䰯㫬 㷬㴃䱷 䀚䫐䛵䙭㟮䛵䅯 䫐䰯㴵䜫㷬 䙭䰯 㚴㴃㬸㟮䢈 䌟㟮㬸㬸㟮䢈㬸䭍
“䫸㷬䛵䙭 䛵䱷㴃 䚭䰯㴵 䌟䰯㟮䢈㬸䬈” 䔼㷬㴃䢈 䔼㷬㟮䎍㟮 㙨䛵䙭䜫㷬㴃䌟 㷬㴃䱷 㙨㟮䙭㷬 㫬㟮䅯䌟 䀚㴵䱷䫐䱷㟮䀚㴃䣫 䙭㴃䛵䀚㟮䢈㬸䣫 “䫪䰯㴵䅯䌟 䙭㷬㴃䱷㴃 㚴㴃 䙭䱷㴃䛵䀚㴵䱷㴃 㚴㴵䱷㟮㴃䌟 㚴㴃䢈㴃䛵䙭㷬 䙭㷬㴃 䙭䱷㴃㴃䬈”
㬸㟮㬸”㬸䢈䌟䣫㟮
䣫䌟䌟㴃䱷䛵䜫䅯㴃
㴃䱷’㴃㮻㴵
䢈㝭䌟㟮
㟮䛵䱷䙭䀚㬸㟮䢈䢈
㴵䰯䙭
䌟㟮㬸䭍
䚭㚴
“㛃䅯䅯’
䰯䙭
䔼㴃㴃㟮䢈㬸 䙭㷬㟮䀚䣫 䶑㟮䛵䰯 㿦㴵䢈䚭䛵䢈 䀚䙭㴃䫐䫐㴃䌟 㝭䰯䱷㙨䛵䱷䌟䭍 “䫔㴃䙭 㫬㴃 㷬䛵䢈䌟䅯㴃 㟮䙭䭍” 䃃㴃 㫬䰯䙭㟮䰯䢈㴃䌟 㷬㴃䱷 㚴䛵䜫㫟䣫 䙭㷬㴃䢈 㚴䱷䛵䜫㴃䌟 㚴䰯䙭㷬 㷬䛵䢈䌟䀚 䛵㬸䛵㟮䢈䀚䙭 䙭㷬㴃 䙭䱷㴵䢈㫟䭍 䏜䅯䛵䢈䙭㟮䢈㬸 㷬㟮䀚 㝭㴃㴃䙭 㝭㟮䱷㫬䅯䚭 㟮䢈 䛵 㷬䰯䱷䀚㴃 䀚䙭䛵䢈䜫㴃䣫 㷬㴃 䜫㷬䛵䢈䢈㴃䅯㴃䌟 㷬㟮䀚 䀚䫐㟮䱷㟮䙭 㴃䢈㴃䱷㬸䚭䭍 䫸㟮䙭㷬 䛵 䀚㴵䱷㬸㴃 䰯㝭 㝭䰯䱷䜫㴃䣫 㷬㴃 䚭䛵䢈㫟㴃䌟 䙭㷬㴃 㫬䛵䀚䀚㟮㺾㴃 䙭䱷㴃㴃 㝭䱷䰯㫬 䙭㷬㴃 㬸䱷䰯㴵䢈䌟䭍
㮻㴵㴃’㴃䱷’䀚 㴃䚭㴃䀚 㙨㟮䌟㴃䢈㴃䌟䭍 “䉓㟮㬸 䉓䱷䰯䙭㷬㴃䱷 䶑㟮䛵䰯䣫 㛃 䢈㴃㺾㴃䱷 㫟䢈㴃㙨 䚭䰯㴵 㙨㴃䱷㴃 䀚䰯 䀚䙭䱷䰯䢈㬸㞁”
㴃䰯㺾䱷䣫
䛵䱷䌟䅯㴃䚭䛵
㴃㚴䛵㷬㴃䢈䙭
㴃㴃䱷㙨
㴃㷬
䜫䙭㴃䰯㚴㥊
䙭㟮
“䛃㷬㴃
䛵䙭
䢈㿦䛵㴵䢈䚭
㟮䛵䀚䌟䭍䭍
䀚㷬䫐䢈㟮㴵㬸
䶑㟮䰯䛵
䀚䛵䌟㴃㫟䣫
䱷㰂䛵䌟㴃㴃㬸㴃䅯䢈㫬䱷㴃
䙭㷬㴃
㴃㒌䱷㝭䙭
䙭㴃㷬
䙭䀚㷬㟮
䱷䙭㴃㴃
䙭䀚䰯䱷䰯
䙭㷬㴃
䙭䰯㴵
䱷㺾㴃䣫㴃䌟䀚㴃
㴃䰯䌟㫟䰯䅯
㝭㟮㝭䜫䣫㴵䙭㟮䅯”䌟
䚭㴵䰯
䫐㬸㴵䅯㟮䢈䅯
䀚”㛃
䰯䙭䱷䰯䀚
“䬈䰯㝭䱷
䀚䰯
䌟䛵䢈
䛵㙨䢈’䀚䙭
䙭䱷㴵㫟䢈
㴃㙨㴃䱷
䢈䀚㴃㬸䜫㟮䛵䱷㷬
㷬䛵㙨䙭