Chapter 1296: 424: Suffering the Consequences, Hezang’s Orphan, Upheaval and Hatred_5

Capítulo 1296: Chapter 424: Suffering the Consequences, Hezang's Orphan, Upheaval and Hatred_5

Ji Hong's body suddenly shook violently. He turned to look at Chen Yiqing, his blood-soaked pupils revealing no emotion, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Chen is right. Going back now means certain death. I was confused…"

He paused, then continued to ask, "I remember Senior Chen is from Beishuo Town. Could you point Ji Hong to a clear path?"

Chen Yiqing's expression brightened slightly. He nodded and said, "Ji Hong, my young brother, I've known you for some time, so let's not talk about vague things. Given the current power of Great Xia, coupled with the Zhao Family's influence, you staying around the Nine Towns will sooner or later lead them to you. It's better to leave this place, find somewhere safe to focus on cultivation, wait until the day when you're stronger, then come back to seek revenge against the Zhao Family for your sister. It's not too late, is it?"

Ji Hong immediately nodded at Chen Yiqing, clearly moved.

"Since you trust me, Ji Hong, then come with me. I will ensure your safety."

"Alright, trouble Senior Chen then. However…"

Ji Hong paused again, holding his sister's corpse in his arms, and continued, "I can't let Ah Jiang's body just lie exposed in the wilderness. Senior Chen, please give me some time; I want to properly bury Ah Jiang, hold a ceremony, then leave."

Chen Yiqing immediately nodded and said, "That's the way it should be. But Zhao Bao could send people here anytime, it's best to hurry, Ji Hong!"

Ji Hong nodded, then ceased to dally. He stood, surveyed his surroundings, found a relatively secluded spot, and carried his sister's corpse over. He then cleared the area of snow and began digging a pit, using both his hands and a knife.

Although the ground of Ice Abyss was hard, he nonetheless possessed Nine Manes strength, quickly digging out a deep two-meter elliptical pit. After comparing its size, he jumped out and carefully placed his sister's body into the pit.

Looking at Ji Jiang's corpse in the pit, his expression was one of extreme anguish, unwilling to begin the burial process, even repeatedly glancing at the big saber in his hand, clearly contemplating something extreme.

He suddenly raised his head, speaking to Chen Yiqing not far behind him, "Senior Chen, I need to say some words to my sister alone, would you mind…"

"Alright, I'll keep watch to the south; if someone comes, I'll notify you immediately!"

Chen Yiqing had no objections and nodded before walking towards the south, stopping over a hundred meters away, seemingly really keeping watch for Ji Hong.

Ji Hong took a deep breath, finally starting to fill the pit with soil.

"Ah Jiang, rest assured, brother will definitely avenge you!"

"Zhao Bao, Zhao Hu, Zhao Long, and the entire Zhao Family, I won't spare a single one. They'll all accompany you in death."

"I'm not strong enough now, but when I am, when I'm strong, no one will be able to stop me, I will kill them, kill them…"

……

Inside the pit, Ji Hong kept repeating these words, clearly firming his resolve to avenge his sister.

Chen Yiqing, over a hundred meters away, twitched his ears slightly, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Yet, he didn't see Ji Hong silently pull out a yellow candle while speaking.

He lifted Ji Jiang's body and quietly lit the yellow candle on her back.

At the moment the yellow candle lit, two black dots abruptly appeared in Ji Hong's pupils. As they emerged, a painful expression crossed his face. Then, the two black dots were slowly evaporated into black mist by the candlelight, wisps rising from his pupils.

The moment the black mist was completely extracted, Ji Hong's body shook violently.

"Zhao Bao, Zhao Hu, Zhao Long, and Zhao Yuanxiu must all die!"

"Not just them, I won't spare a single one of the Zhao Family!"

"Ah Jiang, rest easy, I will slaughter the Zhao Family so they all accompany you in death…"

Inside the pit, Ji Hong tightly clenched his fists, continuing to speak, but his gaze had quietly shifted toward where Chen Yiqing stood to the south, the towering hatred in his pupils nearly becoming tangible, soon accompanied by blood tears overflowing from his eyes.

Ji Hong quickly finished burying his sister's body, then cut down a large tree nearby, shortly crafting a wooden board. After carving the words "Ji Jiang's Grave" with his saber, he placed it at the front of the small mound.

"Senior Chen, let's go!"

Chen Yiqing turned his head, seeing Ji Hong had regained vitality, immediately revealing a satisfied smile, nodded, and led him eastward.

"We can't go back to Hongmen Realm any longer. Heading eastwards through Beining Mountain, we'll reach Jiangyan Realm of Chui Mountain Town. Once there, continue north, and we'll generally be safe."

"I'll follow the senior's lead!"

……

In the ninth year of Great Xia, on March 5th, early in the morning

"Ah Jiang, Brother Ji, are you home?"

At the entrance of Ji Jiang's residence in Hongmen North District.

Zeng Rou, staring at the still tightly shut door, was full of confusion.

"This is the fourth day already, did I miss them again? They should have returned at this hour, right? Could it be they're hunting during the day?"

On March 1st, the night Ji Hong returned, Zeng Rou had already known, and Ji Hong took Ji Jiang to the Treasure Tower to see her. Unfortunately, she had to work at the Treasure Tower at night and couldn't leave. When she finally made time to get back to her North City residence, she found the Ji Hong siblings had already gone hunting.

It was a bit unfortunate. In the early days of the month, she was quite busy and only had four hours to rest each day, starting from the last hour of the night.

Zeng Rou was aware of Ji Jiang's recent worry about the supply source. Ji Hong finally had seven days of free time, so he would surely help Ji Jiang stock up on Beast Skin. Hunting eagerly is understandable.

Yet, four consecutive days, and she missed them all?

This was too coincidental!

Zeng Rou's brows furrowed slightly as she suddenly knocked on a neighbor's door nearby.

Quickly, a young woman came out, smiling as she saw Zeng Rou, "Miss Zeng, is it really you?"

"Sister Zhu, have you seen Ah Jiang and her brother go out or come back in the past four days?"

In North City, the residents are all from Great Xia, and with Zeng Rou frequently visiting Ji Jiang's house previously, they all knew each other in the neighborhood.

Upon hearing this, Zhu frowned and said, "I thought Ah Jiang went back to Xia City with her brother. No, I haven't seen them at all! Their house has been empty these four days; no one has gone in or out."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Rou's expression froze.

Seeing her expression, the Zhu woman immediately understood something and exclaimed, "They didn't go back to Xia City…"

The woman's expression stilled, then she hurriedly said, "Out for four days without returning or notifying anyone, they must have encountered something. Miss Zhu, you should quickly report this to the Prison Department, let them investigate what happened."

Great Xia's administration is now quite mature. Aside from a small number of people, others need a travel permit for movement within the realm, and there are resource areas near each base point. Cases of disappearing overnight are rare. Even if something takes several days, they would inform someone beforehand. Situations like the Ji siblings, either they ran into trouble or…

"Thanks, Sister Zhu, I'll go to the Prison Department to report!"

Zeng Rou's expression instantly became tense, without thinking further, she turned and ran towards the direction of the Ministry Building.

The Zhu woman watched Zeng Rou run off, then turned to look at the locked door next to her, sighing softly.

"Ah, this pair of siblings are also cursed by fate!"

爐

爐

㺧䞆䏀䎯㭜

䊱䈜䏀㭜䔄䎯

䎯㽜䂫

蘆

盧

㺧䏀䞆䊱䊱

㪄䞆㺧

㓃䊱

䂫䎯㽜

㺧㪄䞆

䟑㽜㭜㪄䞆

㪄㺧䞆

露

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盧

老

䀵䊱㤬䞆㺧㓃

㓃㛗

擄

㪄䞆䊱䞆㺧

䊱䶁

㛗㓃

櫓

路

㵳䀵䏀㽜

䂫㪄㽜㭜

㥡㓃㭜䞆㺧㡮㪄㖥䞆 㓃㛗 㨶㓃䊱䈜㤬㪄䊱䀵 㖥㓃䔄䞆㺧㪄㭜䊱 㓃䔄䞆㖥䉐䏀㭜䞆㖥 㓃㛗 䛨㪄䏀䊱䏀䊱䈜 㨿㓃䔄䊱䞆㽜䏀䊱'㖥 㖥䊱㓃㡮 㛗㓃㭜㪄㖥䞆䋓

䁳䄬㓃㤬㫬 㓃㛗 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜㣏

䏀䊱㭜㪄䈜㺧㽜㑖㖥

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㭜㪄䏀㖥䎯㩊㓃㖥

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㛗䔄㭜㓃䎯㭜㡮㪄

㺧㡮㓃

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㽜

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㩊㽜㩊

䏀䊱

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㓃㫬䀵㖥㭜㡮

㭜㑖㖥䞆㪄㽜

䏀㩊䈜㓃㓃䉐䊱

㡮㭜㪄㪄

䈜㪄䎯㓃㩊䊱

䛨㽜䀵㓃

䊱㽜䂫

㓃㭜

䊱㯜䏀

㺧㡮䏀䞆

㭜䊱䔄䎯㓃㪄㖥䔄㭜䎯

䂫㭜䢏㤬

㓃㭜㫬㪄㛗㪄

䞆㽜

䋓㩊䔄㖥㑖㪄

䄬㺧㪄 䞆㺧㭜㪄㪄 䖭䏀㑖㪄 㔙㺧䏀㪄㛗㖥 㓃㛗 㤸䔄䊱䏀㖥㺧㤬㪄䊱䞆 㡮㪄㭜㪄 㡮㓃㭜䉐䏀䊱䈜 䈜㭜䏀㤬㩊䂫 㽜㭜㓃䔄䊱䎯 䞆㺧㪄 㖥㓃㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 䈜㭜㽜䟬㪄㰥 䛨㽜䏀 䗯㺧㽜䊱䊱䏀䊱䈜 㡮㽜㖥 䏀䊱㖥䊽㪄㑖䞆䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㪄 㖥㓃䏀㩊㰥 㵳䏀㽜䊱䈜 㯜䏀㽜䊱䈜 㡮㽜㖥 㑖㩊㓃㖥㪄㩊䂫 㪄㣰㽜㤬䏀䊱䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㪄 䞆㓃㤬㫬㖥䞆㓃䊱㪄㰥 㽜䊱䎯 䄬㓃䊱䈜 㵳䏀䊱䈜㖥㺧㪄䊱䈜䀵 㤬㓃㖥䞆 䎯㭜㽜㤬㽜䞆䏀㑖㽜㩊㩊䂫䀵 㡮㽜㖥 䎯䏀㭜㪄㑖䞆㩊䂫 䔄㖥䏀䊱䈜 㽜 㖥㺧㓃䟬㪄㩊 䞆㓃 䎯䏀䈜 䔄䊽 䞆㺧㪄 䈜㭜㽜䟬㪄䀵 㑖㩊㪄㽜㭜㩊䂫 䏀䊱䞆㪄䊱䎯䏀䊱䈜 䞆㓃 䔄䊱㪄㽜㭜䞆㺧 䞆㺧㪄 㫬㓃䎯䂫䋓

"㥡㓃 㡮㓃䊱䎯㪄㭜 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 䎯䏀䎯䊱'䞆 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱 䞆㓃 䞆㺧㪄 㑖㽜㤬䊽㰥 㺧䏀㖥 㖥䏀㖥䞆㪄㭜 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜 䏀㖥 㽜㑖䞆䔄㽜㩊㩊䂫 䎯㪄㽜䎯䋓䋓䋓"

䎯䊱䊽㪄䊱㭜㓃䏀䈜

㓃䞆

㪄䏀䎯㣰㤬

㓃䊱䊱䏀䞆㑖䈜䏀

䊱䏀

㓃㛗㭜

䏀㖥㺧

㑖䂫㪄㩊㓃䋓㤬㣰䞆䊽䏀

㖥䔄㪄䎯䂫㩊䎯䊱

䞆䎯㖥㓃㓃

㺧䞆㡮䏀

䋓㛗㪄䎯㭜㓃㡮䔄㭜

㤬䞆㪄䀵㓃䊱㤬

㖥㩊㭜䞆䞆㪄㽜'

㽜㑖㛗㪄

䎯䊱㽜

㛗㓃

㓃䀵䛨㽜

㖥㺧䏀

㪄㨶

㓃㛗㭜䊱䞆

㺧䎯㪄㽜

䢏䞆

㖩㽜䏀

㭜䈜䀵㪄㽜䟬

㽜

䊱䞆䏀䊱䂫䏀㪄㖥䟬㩊䞆䏀㑖

㛗㓃

㓃㖥㪄㫬㪄㭜䂫㡮

㪄䞆㺧

㤬䀵㤬䊱㓃䞆㪄

㪄㽜㛗㑖

䏀䎯㩊㪄㩊㛗

㽜㺧㚚㓃

䞆㺧㪄

㓃'䛨㽜㖥

㚚㓃㺧㽜

䏀㡮㺧䞆

䏀䞆㖥㺧

㭜䊱䔄䞆䎯㪄

㺧㑖㖥䉐㓃

㪄䢏㛗䞆㭜

䔄䊱㖥㓃䊱㛗㓃㑖䏀

㭜䊽䊱䋓䊱㪄㓃䏀㪄㓃䏀㑖㺧㤬䊱㖥

㯜䊱䏀

䔄㩊㛗㩊

"䣘䔄㽜䊱㣰䏀䔄'㖥 㤬㽜㭜㭜䏀㽜䈜㪄 䏀㖥 㛗䏀䊱㽜㩊㩊䂫 㖥㪄䞆䞆㩊㪄䎯䘋"

䢏䞆 䞆㺧䏀㖥 㤬㓃㤬㪄䊱䞆䀵 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃 㑖㓃䔄㩊䎯 㓃䊱㩊䂫 䞆㺧䏀䊱䉐 㓃㛗 䞆㺧䏀㖥 㓃䊱㪄 㖥㪄䊱䞆㪄䊱㑖㪄䋓

㡮㺧䊱㪄

㭜䏀㤸㓃䊱㖥

㛗㓃

䈜䊱㽜䏀㖥'㞠

㨿䏀㓃䀵䔄䊱䞆㽜䊱

䊱㓃㖥䞆㫬㓃䞆㤬㪄

㽜㺧䞆䞆

㓃㖥䉐䞆㭜㖥䏀䞆䔄

㽜㺧䎯

䏀䎯䎯㪄㺧䊱

㓃㭜㛗

㡮㓃㺧

㓃䂫䊱䟬㪄

䞆䔄㖥䣤

䏀䈜㩊䔄䂫㪄䊱㪄䊱

㓃䄬

㪄㫬

䊱㪄㓃

㭜㺧䏀䈜㽜㑖㪄㖥䊱

㖥㺧䏀

㓃㪄䞆㭜䊱㽜䏀㑖

㖥㡮㽜

㪄㺧

䊱䈜䛨䊱䏀䏀㪄

䞆䊽㖥㤬㪄㽜㩬'䊱䞆㭜㪄

䎯䔄㓃㛗䊱

㭜㛗㖥䞆䏀

䊱㓃

䔄㓃䞆

㺧䞆㪄

䊽㭜㭜㪄㓃䞆

㞠䏀

㛗㓃㤬㭜

㽜

㽜㡮㖥

䂫㪄㺧䞆

㖥㩊䀵䊱㖥㫬䈜䏀䏀

䟬䏀㪄㑖㪄㪄䎯㭜

䎯㪄㩊䏀䈜㺧䞆䋓

䞆㺧㪄

㛗㓃

㺧䀵䞆䊱㖥㓃㪄

㺧䞆㪄

㖥䏀㽜䂫䈜䊱

䛨䔄䞆 㽜㛗䞆㪄㭜 䞆㺧㪄 䏀䊱䏀䞆䏀㽜㩊 䎯㪄㩊䏀䈜㺧䞆䀵 㺧㪄 㚗䔄䏀㑖䉐㩊䂫 㖥㪄䊱㖥㪄䎯 㖥㓃㤬㪄䞆㺧䏀䊱䈜 㡮㽜㖥 㽜㤬䏀㖥㖥䋓

䛨㪄㑖㽜䔄㖥㪄 䊱㓃䞆 㓃䊱㩊䂫 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜 㡮㽜㖥 䎯㪄㽜䎯䀵 㫬䔄䞆 㺧㪄㭜 㫬㭜㓃䞆㺧㪄㭜 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㡮㽜㖥 㽜㩊㖥㓃 㤬䏀㖥㖥䏀䊱䈜㾔

䩞㪄䟬䏀

㩊䀵㽜㩊

㖥㛗䞆㭜䏀

䛨㓃㽜

䏀䞆

㩊㡮㓃䞆䔄'䎯䊱

㭜䔄㫬㓃㩊㪄䞆

䔄䎯䞆㪄㛗㩊㑖㪄䏀

䈜㽜䈜䏀㽜㣰䊱㪄㭜䞆㪄㓃

㭜㨿㪄㭜䟬䀵㓃㓃㪄

䊱䞆㓃

䈜㪄㚚䊱

䏀䊱

㓃㛗

㽜䎯䊱

㓃㪄䀵䊽䊽㩊㪄

㽜

㖥㺧㓃䋓㽜㑖

䂫䏀䞆䀵㑖

㑖㪄䊽㓃㩊䔄

㓃䊱㪄㭜䞆㖥㤬㖥

㭜㪄䂫㪄䟬

䔄䊱䏀㽜㑖㖥䈜

㓃㡮䊱

㩊䊱㓃䂫

㓃䏀䔄㩊㭜㪄㖥㖥䂫

㪄㫬

䊱㪄㺧䞆

㪄䞆㺧

䂫䊱䈜䏀䎯

㡮䊱㺧㪄

㡮㺧䏀䞆

䊱䊱䊽䊱㺧㪄㓃㓃㪄㤬䋓

䊱䏀䈜㤬䏀㖥㖥

㓃䞆

㽜㡮㖥

㪄㓃䊽㩊䊽㪄

㺧䞆㪄

䢏㪄䞆㛗㭜

䞆㪄䈜㽜㽜䂫㡮

㽜䞆㪄䉐

㪄䟬䊱㪄

㓃㨶㪄䈜䊱䊱㤬

䏀䊱

㓃㛗

䞆㽜

䀵㫬㽜䎯

㽜

㩊㓃㑖䎯䔄

㭜㪄䟬㪄䏀㪄㑖䎯

䈜䏀䞆㖟㺧

㖥㽜䂫

㽜䊱

䞆㽜䞆㺧

㑖㽜㤬㪄

䞆㡮䊱㪄䀵

䊽㓃㪄㪄䊽㩊

䟑㽜㭜䞆㪄

㪄㛗㡮

㭜䊱㩊㽜㓃㤬

㽜

㽜

䞆㺧㪄

㺧㽜㚚㓃

㽜

㩊㽜䋓㩊

㛗㓃

㪄㛗㡮

㖥䔄㓃㧷'

䈜㓃㓃䎯

㑖㪄㓃䊱㖥㭜㪄䎯䏀䎯

㪄㫬

䏀㤬㣰

㪄㭜䞆㭜㓃䊽䀵

㪄㪄㡮㭜㺧

㽜䎯䊱

㺧㪄

䊱䎯䞆䎯'䏀

䊱㽜䎯

䞆䏀

䊱㡮㖥䄬㓃

㵳䀵䏀㽜

㓃䈜䀵㽜

㡮㽜㽜㩊䂫㖥

䎯㽜㖥䂫

䶁㛗 䏀䞆 㡮㪄㭜㪄䊱'䞆 㛗㓃㭜 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜'㖥 䏀䎯㪄䊱䞆䏀䞆䂫 㽜㖥 㽜 㩬㭜㽜䈜㓃䊱 㨿㽜㭜䞆䏀㽜㩊 䢏㭜㤬䂫 㖥㓃㩊䎯䏀㪄㭜䀵 䞆㓃 㫬㪄 㺧㓃䊱㪄㖥䞆䀵 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯䊱'䞆 㺧㽜䟬㪄 㫬㓃䞆㺧㪄㭜㪄䎯 䞆㓃 㖥㪄䊱䎯 㽜 㤸㭜䏀㖥㓃䊱 㩬㪄䊽㽜㭜䞆㤬㪄䊱䞆 㪄䊱䟬㓃䂫 䞆㓃 㩊㓃㓃䉐 㛗㓃㭜 䞆㺧㪄㤬䋓

䛨㪄㑖㽜䔄㖥㪄 㓃㛗 䞆㺧㪄 㤬㽜㭜㭜䏀㽜䈜㪄 㓃㛗 㺧䏀㖥 䎯㽜䔄䈜㺧䞆㪄㭜 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䣘䔄㽜䊱㣰䏀䔄䀵 㺧㪄 㡮㽜㖥 㽜㩊㭜㪄㽜䎯䂫 䎯䏀㖥䊽㩊㪄㽜㖥㪄䎯 㡮䏀䞆㺧 䞆㺧㪄 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㖥䏀㫬㩊䏀䊱䈜㖥䀵 㑖㓃䊱㖥䞆㭜㽜䏀䊱㪄䎯 㫬䂫 䞆㺧㪄 㖥䞆㭜䏀㑖䞆 㭜㪄䈜䔄㩊㽜䞆䏀㓃䊱㖥 㓃㛗 䟑㭜㪄㽜䞆 㵳䏀㽜 㽜䊱䎯 㺧䏀㖥 㫬㭜㓃䞆㺧㪄㭜 㚚㺧㽜㓃 㯜㓃䊱䈜'㖥 㡮㽜㭜䊱䏀䊱䈜䀵 㺧㪄 䎯㽜㭜㪄䎯 䊱㓃䞆 䞆㽜䉐㪄 㽜㑖䞆䏀㓃䊱 㽜䈜㽜䏀䊱㖥䞆 䞆㺧㪄㤬 㺧䏀㤬㖥㪄㩊㛗䀵 㫬䔄䞆 䊱㽜䞆䔄㭜㽜㩊㩊䂫 㺧㓃䊽㪄䎯 䞆㺧㽜䞆 䞆㺧㪄 㖥䏀㫬㩊䏀䊱䈜㖥 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯 㖥䔄㛗㛗㪄㭜 㖥㓃㤬㪄 㺧㽜㭜䎯㖥㺧䏀䊽 㓃䔄䞆㖥䏀䎯㪄䋓

㖥㺧䏀䞆

㽜㡮㖥

㪄䞆㺧

䊱㪄㖥䞆

㭜䏀㺧䞆䎯

㪄㭜㛟䎯㭜

㭜䊱䎯㖥㪄㽜䃛

㑖㪄㖥㽜㫬䔄㪄

䞆㺧㽜䞆

㓃㡮䞆

㤬㓃䏀䂫㩊㽜㩊㑖㫬䂫㩊㖥

㓃㤬䊱㨶䊱㪄䈜䀵

㺧㪄

㓃䊱

䊱㓃㭜䶁

㓃䊱

䊱䏀㖥㓃㤸㭜

㛗㺧䏀䀵㛗䞆

䞆䶁

㪄䏀䂫㖥㑖㩊㭜䊽㪄

㛗㓃

䊱㓃㩊䂫

㓃䞆

㭜㪄䔄㖥䞆㩊㖥

㖥㭜㑖㪄㽜㺧

㭜䋓䔄㩊䞆䂫㽜䊱㽜㩊

䔄㭜䊱䎯㓃㽜

㓃䞆

䏀䞆㺧㡮

䑄䊱䞆䏀㩊 䞆㺧㪄 䊱䏀䈜㺧䞆 㓃㛗 䞆㺧㪄 㖥㪄䟬㪄䊱䞆㺧䀵 㩬㭜㽜䈜㓃䊱 㨿㽜㭜䞆䏀㽜㩊 䢏㭜㤬䂫 㔙㓃㤬㤬㽜䊱䎯㪄㭜 㨶㓃䔄 䩅䔄㽜䊱 㖥㪄䊱䞆 㽜 㤬㪄㖥㖥㽜䈜㪄 㛗㭜㓃㤬 䛨㽜㖥㺧㽜䊱䈜 䞆㓃 㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱䀵 㖥㽜䂫䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㽜䞆 䗯㑖㓃䔄䞆 㔙㽜㤬䊽'㖥 㖥㚗䔄㽜䎯 㛗䏀䟬㪄 㖥㓃㩊䎯䏀㪄㭜 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 䎯䏀䎯 䊱㓃䞆 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱 㓃䊱 䞆䏀㤬㪄 㛗㭜㓃㤬 㽜 㖥㪄䟬㪄䊱㯾䎯㽜䂫 㩊㪄㽜䟬㪄䀵 㽜㖥䉐䏀䊱䈜 㺧䏀㤬 䞆㓃 㑖㺧㪄㑖䉐 㡮㺧㽜䞆 㡮㽜㖥 䈜㓃䏀䊱䈜 㓃䊱䋓

㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱䀵 䊱㓃㡮 㽜㩊㖥㓃 㖥㪄㭜䟬㪄㖥 㽜㖥 䞆㺧㪄 㔙㓃㤬㤬㽜䊱䎯㪄㭜 㓃㛗 㨶㓃䊱䈜㤬㪄䊱 㨿䏀㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 㩬㪄䊽㽜㭜䞆㤬㪄䊱䞆 㫬㪄㖥䏀䎯㪄㖥 㫬㪄䏀䊱䈜 㔙㩊㓃䔄䎯 㩬㭜㽜䈜㓃䊱 䢏㭜㤬䂫 㔙㓃㤬㤬㽜䊱䎯㪄㭜䀵 㽜㖥 㽜 㖥㓃㩊䎯䏀㪄㭜 䊱㓃䞆 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱䏀䊱䈜 㓃䊱 䞆䏀㤬㪄 㛗㓃㭜 㤬䔄㖥䞆㪄㭜 䏀㖥 㽜 㤬䏀㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 㽜㛗㛗㽜䏀㭜䀵 㨶㓃䔄 䩅䔄㽜䊱 䊱㽜䞆䔄㭜㽜㩊㩊䂫 䊱㪄㪄䎯㪄䎯 㺧䏀㖥 㑖㓃㓃䊽㪄㭜㽜䞆䏀㓃䊱 㛗㓃㭜 䏀䊱䟬㪄㖥䞆䏀䈜㽜䞆䏀㓃䊱䋓

䄬㪄㺧㭜㪄

䞆䏀䊱㓃

㓃㪄䊱䈜㨶㤬䊱

㩊㩊䊱㽜䂫䞆䔄㭜㽜

䎯䔄㪄

䊱䊱㓃㪄㨶㤬䀵䈜

䩅䔄㖥'䊱㽜

㡮㽜㖥

㪄䟬䏀䎯䋓䏀䞆㖥

㭜㪄䟬㑖㪄䎯䏀㪄

䎯䊱㽜

䊽㖥䞆㪄䏀㓃㩊䏀䏀㖥㭜㫬䊱䀵䂫

㓃㛗㤬㭜

㩊䞆䏀䏀䏀䊱㽜

㛗㑖䏀㓃䀵䔄䊱㖥䊱㓃

䔄㫬䞆

䀵㖥㪄㖥㪄㽜㤬䈜

䀵㓃㽜䈜

䈜'㖥㓃䊱㨶

㭜䏀䊱㪄㓃㽜䞆㑖

㛗䊱㓃䔄䎯

㓃䞆

䊱䏀

䉐㓃䎯㓃㪄㩊

䣘䔄㽜䊱

㪄䏀䞆䂫㽜䏀㤬䎯㩊㪄㤬

䞆䊱㩬㤬㪄㽜䊽䞆㪄㭜䀵

䏀䣘

㓃䈜㩊䎯䏀䈜䊱

䏀㯜䔄

㖥䏀㺧

㡮㪄㺧䊱

䏀㔙䟬㩊䏀

䢏㛗㖥㛗㽜䏀㭜

䏀㞠

䈜䣘䏀䊱

䂫䎯㽜㖥

㺧㪄

㭜㛗䞆䏀㖥

㓃㨶䔄

䑄䊽㓃䊱 䟬䏀㖥䏀䞆䏀䊱䈜䀵 㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱 䎯䏀㖥㑖㓃䟬㪄㭜㪄䎯 䞆㺧㪄 䊽㭜㓃㫬㩊㪄㤬䋓

䄬㺧㪄 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㖥䏀㫬㩊䏀䊱䈜㖥䀵 㽜㖥䞆㓃䊱䏀㖥㺧䏀䊱䈜㩊䂫䀵 㺧㽜䎯 䊱㓃䞆 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱㪄䎯 㺧㓃㤬㪄 㛗㓃㭜 㖥䏀㣰 䎯㽜䂫㖥䋓

㛗㽜䎯㪄㩊䏀

䊽䔄䎯䊱㪄䏀㖥㺧

㽜

㤬㛗㓃㭜

㛗㛗䏀䂫䞆

䊱㓃䊱䈜䣤䏀䏀

㪄䞆㺧

㓃䊱䊽䔄

䏀㤬㩊䏀䂫㭜䞆㽜䋓

䎯䏀㖥㑖㪄䀵䏀䊽㩊䏀䊱

䊱㪄㛗㖥㛗㪄䀵㓃

䂫䞆䏀㽜㩊㭜䏀㤬

䎯䔄䈜䏀䊱㭜

䏀㤬㤬㤬䊱䏀䀵䔄

䞆㪄㺧

㖥㤬㪄㪄䏀㥯㭜㤬㓃

㽜䞆

䏀㖥㛗䞆㭜

㪄㖥䏀㣰䊽䔄㓃䊱㩊

䏀㖥

㪄䉐䞆㭜㓃㖥㖥

㺧䞆㪄

㽜䏀䏀䞆䂫㭜㤬㩊

䊱䎯㽜

㭜㓃䀵䞆㖥㡮

㭜䟑㽜㪄䞆

㺧䞆㪄

㪄㭜䟬䊱䂫㓃㪄㪄

㵳䏀㽜

㯾㪄㽜䟬㓃䊱㩊㪄䊱

䊱㽜㪄䊱㪄䎯㑖㽜䞆䞆

䂫䞆䞆㑖㖥䏀㭜㩊

䊽㪄䏀㖥㭜㓃䎯

㩊䏀䞆㽜䂫㭜㤬䏀

䏀㡮㺧䞆

䔄㪄㩊㭜

䞆㽜

䞆㓃

㖥䏀䞆㺧

㓃㖥㪄㛗㪄䊱㭜㑖

㭜䎯㓃

㖥䏀

㛗㓃

㭜㓃

䏀㖥㪄㖥㓃㭜䔄

䊱㪄䞆

㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 䊱㓃䞆 㭜㪄䊽㓃㭜䞆䏀䊱䈜 㫬㽜㑖䉐 䞆㓃 䞆㺧㪄 㩬㭜㽜䈜㓃䊱 㨿㽜㭜䞆䏀㽜㩊 䢏㭜㤬䂫 㽜㛗䞆㪄㭜 㩊㪄㽜䟬㪄䀵 䏀䊱 䏀䞆㖥㪄㩊㛗 㡮㽜㖥 㖥䏀䈜䊱䏀㛗䏀㑖㽜䊱䞆䀵 㓃䞆㺧㪄㭜㡮䏀㖥㪄 㨶㓃䔄 䩅䔄㽜䊱 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯䊱'䞆 㺧㽜䟬㪄 㑖㓃䊱䞆㽜㑖䞆㪄䎯 䞆㺧㪄㤬 䊽㪄㭜㖥㓃䊱㽜㩊㩊䂫 㽜㫬㓃䔄䞆 䏀䞆䋓

㔙㓃䊱㖥䏀䎯㪄㭜䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㪄 㖥䏀㫬㩊䏀䊱䈜㖥 㡮㪄䊱䞆 㺧䔄䊱䞆䏀䊱䈜 㽜䊱䎯 㺧㽜䎯䊱'䞆 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱㪄䎯 㛗㓃㭜 㖥䏀㣰 䎯㽜䂫㖥䀵 䏀䞆 㡮㽜㖥 㽜㩊㤬㓃㖥䞆 㑖㪄㭜䞆㽜䏀䊱 㖥㓃㤬㪄䞆㺧䏀䊱䈜 㺧㽜䊽䊽㪄䊱㪄䎯 䞆㓃 䞆㺧㪄㤬䋓

䑄䊱䊽㓃

䞆㺧㪄

㪄㺧㓃䏀㖥䈜䊱䞆㤬

㤬㭜䏀㪄䞆䈜䏀㪄䊱䊱䎯

㖥䏀䀵㤬㖥㽜

㤬㤬㪄䏀䎯㩊䏀䂫䞆㪄㽜

䔄䊱䣘㽜

䔄㯜䏀

䞆䔄䎯㪄㭜䊱

㭜㖥㓃䏀㤸䊱

㭜䞆㪄㩬䋓䞆䊽㽜䊱㤬㪄

㽜㡮㖥

㓃䞆

䩞㭜㓃㤬 㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱'㖥 㽜㑖㑖㓃䔄䊱䞆䀵 㺧㪄㽜㭜䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㽜䞆 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 䎯䏀䎯䊱'䞆 㭜㪄䊽㓃㭜䞆 㫬㽜㑖䉐 䞆㓃 䞆㺧㪄 䛨㽜㖥㺧㽜䊱䈜 㨿䏀㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 㔙㽜㤬䊽 㓃䊱 䞆䏀㤬㪄䀵 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃 䏀㤬㤬㪄䎯䏀㽜䞆㪄㩊䂫 㭜㪄㽜㩊䏀㥯㪄䎯 䞆㺧㪄 㖥㪄㭜䏀㓃䔄㖥䊱㪄㖥㖥 㓃㛗 䞆㺧㪄 㤬㽜䞆䞆㪄㭜䀵 㽜䊱䎯 䞆㺧䔄㖥 㫬㪄䈜㽜䊱 䞆㓃 䞆㭜㪄㽜䞆 䞆㺧㪄 㖥䏀㫬㩊䏀䊱䈜㖥' 䎯䏀㖥㽜䊽䊽㪄㽜㭜㽜䊱㑖㪄 㑖㽜㖥㪄 㖥㪄㭜䏀㓃䔄㖥㩊䂫䋓

䄬㺧䏀㖥 㖥㪄㭜䏀㓃䔄㖥䊱㪄㖥㖥 㖥㓃㓃䊱 㫬㓃㭜㪄 㭜㪄㖥䔄㩊䞆㖥䋓

㺧䞆䃛䏀

䊱䞆䏀㽜㪄䎯㪄䈜䏀䟬䞆㖥

㺧㪄䞆

㽜㖥

䔄㭜㽜䎯䊱㓃

㛗㓃

㩊㖥䏀㫬䏀䊱䈜㖥

䞆㪄㪄㺧㭜

㪄㺧

䏀䂫㔙䞆

䛨䏀䊱䊱㪄䏀䈜

㖥䏀䊱㓃㽜䞆䏀䊱㪄䞆䎯

㭜㓃㛗

㤸㪄䊱㖥䏀䊱㺧㤬䀵䞆䔄

㪄㫬㓃㪄㛗㭜

䞆㺧㪄

㺧㪄䞆

䞆㥡㺧㓃㭜

䞆㪄㺧

䊱䊱䞆㓃䋓㨿䔄㽜䏀

㑖䖭㪄䏀

㖥㓃䞆㖥㭜䞆䏀䔄䉐

䊽㽜㭜䎯䎯㽜䊽㪄㖥䏀㪄

䞆㩊㽜㖥

䊱䏀䏀䏀䊱䈜䎯䂫㪄䞆㛗

㛗㓃

㽜䎯䂫䀵㖥

䉐㚗䔄㑖䂫㩊䏀

㡮䞆㓃

㔙㪄㖥㛗㺧䏀

㯜㽜㖥䞆 䊱䏀䈜㺧䞆䀵 䞆㺧㪄 䞆㺧㭜㪄㪄 䖭䏀㑖㪄 㔙㺧䏀㪄㛗㖥 㓃㛗 㤸䔄䊱䏀㖥㺧㤬㪄䊱䞆䀵 㽜㩊㓃䊱䈜 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㓃䟬㪄㭜 㽜 㺧䔄䊱䎯㭜㪄䎯 䶁㭜㓃䊱 㛟㭜䎯㪄㭜 㤸㭜䏀㖥㓃䊱 䃛㽜㭜䎯㪄䊱㖥䀵 㑖㓃䔄䊽㩊㪄䎯 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㽜 㫬㽜䞆䞆㽜㩊䏀㓃䊱 㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱 䎯䏀㖥䊽㽜䞆㑖㺧㪄䎯 㛗㭜㓃㤬 㔙㩊㓃䔄䎯 㩬㭜㽜䈜㓃䊱 䢏㭜㤬䂫䀵 䞆㓃䞆㽜㩊䏀䊱䈜 㓃䟬㪄㭜 䞆㡮㓃 㺧䔄䊱䎯㭜㪄䎯 䏀䊱䎯䏀䟬䏀䎯䔄㽜㩊㖥䀵 㑖㓃䊱䎯䔄㑖䞆㪄䎯 㽜 䞆㺧㓃㭜㓃䔄䈜㺧 㖥㪄㽜㭜㑖㺧 㽜㭜㓃䔄䊱䎯 䞆㺧㪄 㓃䔄䞆㖥䉐䏀㭜䞆㖥 㓃㛗 䛨㪄䏀䊱䏀䊱䈜 㨿㓃䔄䊱䞆㽜䏀䊱䋓

䄬㺧㪄 㖥㓃㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 䈜㭜㽜䟬㪄 㓃㛗 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜 㫬㪄㛗㓃㭜㪄 䞆㺧㪄㤬 㡮㽜㖥 䞆㺧㪄 㓃䔄䞆㑖㓃㤬㪄 㓃㛗 䞆㺧䏀㖥 㖥㪄㽜㭜㑖㺧䋓

㽜䊱䎯

㽜㪄䎯䂫㽜㭜㩊

㖩䏀㽜

㽜䎯䊱

㖥㛗㺧䏀㩊㤬㪄

㽜㖥

㽜

䎯㪄䎯㽜㭜

㡮䏀㺧䈜䞆䀵㪄

㭜㩬㓃䊱䈜㽜

䣘㽜䊱䔄䋓

䏀䎯䞆䂫䏀㤬㪄㤬㪄㩊㽜

䏀䀵㑖䊱䏀㽜㩊䔄䩅㛗䞆䏀㽜㓃

㓃䈜䊱㨶㰥

㞠䏀

䊱㽜䎯

䞆䏀㡮㺧

䎯䎯㽜㪄

㡮㺧㛗㛗䏀

䀵䞆䏀

㺧䏀㖥

㖥䊱㓃䊽㭜㪄䀵

䈜㤬䏀䊱㖥䏀䀵㖥

㽜

䞆㓃

㪄㺧

㖥䏀

㖥䏀㺧

㽜㓃䛨

䂫䢏㭜㤬

㽜䞆㭜㽜㨿䏀㩊

䂫䛨㓃䎯

䏀䈜䟬㽜㺧䊱

䏀㖥㪄䞆㖥㭜

㭜㩊䏀䎯㓃㖥㪄

㺧䞆㽜䞆

㯜䏀䔄

㑖䊽䂫㑖㓃䏀㽜䊱㭜㖥

㪄䟬㭜㪄㑖䏀䎯㪄

㖥䞆㺧䔄

㽜

㓃䊱䞆

㓃䊱

䊱㑖䏀㽜㭜䂫㭜䈜

㤬㓃㑖䊱㤬㪄䊱䎯㽜䏀㓃䞆

䞆㭜㽜㤬䞆㪄

䎯䊱㽜

䞆㭜㽜䎯㪄㪄㑖

䈜㛗䀵䔄䏀㭜㪄

㽜

㚚㺧㓃㽜

䏀䊱

䊱䏀䏀䊱㖥䂫䞆㩊䏀䞆䟬㑖㪄

㑖㑖䀵㪄㽜䊱㩊㓃

䞆㺧䏀㡮

㵳䏀㽜

㛗㭜㤬㓃

䈜㓃䊱㨶

䏀㯜䊱

䏀㺧㖥

㖥㖥䊱㪄䎯㪄

㓃㛗

㛗䏀䈜㓃䏀㭜㤬䊱䊱

䊽㭜㽜䊱㩊㪄㩊㖥㓃䂫

䂫䏀㪄䎯䏀䊱䞆䞆

㤬䞆㓃㪄䊱䏀䊱

㽜䎯㯾䞆㪄㓃㭜䈜䊽

䏀䟬㽜䞆䏀㭜㩊

㯜䎯㓃㭜

㪄㩊㽜䞆䛨䞆

㓃䊱䞆

㖥㺧㑖䔄

䄬㺧䏀㖥 㩊㪄䎯 䞆㓃 䞆㺧㪄 䊽㭜㪄㖥㪄䊱䞆 㖥㑖㪄䊱㪄䀵 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㯜䏀䊱 㖩㽜䏀䀵 㯜䏀䔄 䣘䔄㽜䊱䀵 㽜䊱䎯 㯜䏀 㯜㓃䊱䈜䉐㽜䏀䀵 䞆㓃䈜㪄䞆㺧㪄㭜 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃䀵 㖥䞆㽜㭜䏀䊱䈜 䏀䊱䞆㪄䊱䞆㩊䂫 㽜䞆 䞆㺧㪄 㖥㓃㩊䏀䞆㽜㭜䂫 䈜㭜㽜䟬㪄䋓

㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃䀵 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㺧䏀㖥 㤬䏀䊱䎯 㭜㽜㑖䏀䊱䈜䀵 㖥䔄䎯䎯㪄䊱㩊䂫 㖥㪄䊱㖥㪄䎯 㖥㓃㤬㪄䞆㺧䏀䊱䈜 㽜䊱䎯 䞆䔄㭜䊱㪄䎯 䞆㓃 㖥㪄㪄 㯜䏀䊱 㖩㽜䏀 㡮㽜䞆㑖㺧䏀䊱䈜 㺧䏀㤬䋓 㨶㪄 䏀㤬㤬㪄䎯䏀㽜䞆㪄㩊䂫 䈜䔄㪄㖥㖥㪄䎯 㡮㺧㽜䞆 㯜䏀䊱 㖩㽜䏀 㡮㽜㖥 䞆㺧䏀䊱䉐䏀䊱䈜 㽜䊱䎯 㺧㽜㖥䞆䏀㩊䂫 㭜㪄㖥䊽㓃䊱䎯㪄䎯 㡮䏀䞆㺧 䔄㭜䈜㪄䊱㑖䂫䀵 "㯜㓃㭜䎯 㯜䏀䊱䀵 䂫㓃䔄 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯䊱'䞆 㖥䔄㖥䊽㪄㑖䞆 䞆㺧㽜䞆 䶁 䉐䏀㩊㩊㪄䎯 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜䀵 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯 䂫㓃䔄䘋 㖟䟬㪄䊱 䏀㛗 䶁 㡮㪄㭜㪄 㤬㓃㭜㪄 㤬䔄䎯䎯㩊㪄㯾㺧㪄㽜䎯㪄䎯䀵 䶁 㡮㓃䔄㩊䎯䊱'䞆 㑖㓃㤬㤬䏀䞆 㖥䔄㑖㺧 㽜 㖥䞆䔄䊽䏀䎯 㽜㑖䞆䋓䋓䋓"

"䶁'㤬

㓃"䂫㾔䔄

䔄㖥䊱㖥㪄䏀䞆䊽䈜㑖

䊱㓃䞆

㯜䏀䊱 㖩㽜䏀 䎯䏀㭜㪄㑖䞆㩊䂫 㡮㽜䟬㪄䎯 㺧䏀㖥 㺧㽜䊱䎯 䞆㓃 䏀䊱䞆㪄㭜㭜䔄䊽䞆 㚚㺧㽜㓃 䛨㽜㓃䀵 㖥㺧㽜䉐䏀䊱䈜 㺧䏀㖥 㺧㪄㽜䎯 㽜䊱䎯 㖥㓃㩊㪄㤬䊱㩊䂫 㖥㽜䏀䎯䀵 "㯜㪄䞆'㖥 䊱㓃䞆 䞆㽜㩊䉐 㽜㫬㓃䔄䞆 㺧㓃㡮 㞠䏀 㞠䏀㽜䊱䈜 䎯䏀㪄䎯䀵 㖥㺧㪄 㩊㪄㛗䞆 㡮䏀䞆㺧 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㓃䊱 䞆㺧㪄 㛗䏀㭜㖥䞆 䊱䏀䈜㺧䞆'㖥 㖥㪄㑖㓃䊱䎯 㺧㽜㩊㛗㰥 䞆㺧䏀㖥 䞆㓃㤬㫬㖥䞆㓃䊱㪄䀵 㤬㓃㖥䞆 㩊䏀䉐㪄㩊䂫䀵 㡮㽜㖥 㪄㭜㪄㑖䞆㪄䎯 㫬䂫 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㛗㓃㭜 㺧㪄㭜䋓䋓䋓"

䗯㽜䂫䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧䏀㖥䀵 㺧㪄 㛗䔄㭜㭜㓃㡮㪄䎯 㺧䏀㖥 㫬㭜㓃㡮 㽜䊱䎯 㑖㓃䊱䞆䏀䊱䔄㪄䎯䀵 "䃛㺧㽜䞆 䎯㓃 䂫㓃䔄 䞆㺧䏀䊱䉐䀵 㡮㺧䂫 䎯䏀䎯䊱'䞆 㞠䏀 㨶㓃䊱䈜 㭜㪄䞆䔄㭜䊱 䞆㓃 㨶㓃䊱䈜㤬㪄䊱 㽜㛗䞆㪄㭜 㪄㭜㪄㑖䞆䏀䊱䈜 䞆㺧㪄 䞆㓃㤬㫬㖥䞆㓃䊱㪄 㛗㓃㭜 㺧㪄㭜䘋"

䏀䏀㡮㩊䊱䈜䔄㩊䊱

䔄䊱㭜䀵㪄㭜䞆

㾔䏀㫬㖥䏀䏀"㓃䞆㖥䏀㖥㩊䊽㪄

㪄䞆䊱䀵㭜㭜䔄

㽜㪄㭜

㩊㓃䊱䂫

䞆㪄㭜㪄㺧

㭜䔄㪄䊱䀵䞆㭜

䞆㪄㺧

㪄䞆㪄㺧㖥

㓃䞆䊱

㭜㪄"㩬㽜

䊱㽜㑖䊱㓃䞆

䞆㓃

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