I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 1505 - 808: The Secret History of the Ghost Race (Part 2)

Chapter 1505 -808: The Secret History of the Ghost Race (Part 2)

The Underworld sighed sorrowfully, “Looking back now, his mental state was already not quite right at that time.” 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

“His desire to become Pangu grew increasingly intense, uncontrollable, and eventually, through lies, he harmed our Ghost Race… yet we were completely unaware. I actually had some suspicions long ago but always held onto a sliver of hope since we were comrades journeying from the ancient eras to the present.”

“Moreover… I wasn’t strong enough, my combat power couldn’t match his.”

Lu Yuan sneered, “All the causes were planted during the First Epoch. Your annihilation is your own doing. There’re many species that have gone extinct; it’s only when it happens to you that you understand despair?”

“Eternal Levels can even be mass-produced, and your Ghost Race indeed had an astonishingly big appetite.”

The Underworld sneered coldly, “This Eternal Level is merely residual from Pangu, essentially seized from the Pangu Fruit.”

“And you don’t need to lecture me. We are both like grasshoppers on the same rope; once I die, you’ll face even greater trouble because I am the one deeply informed about these matters, perhaps the only one. My existence is why his past still hasn’t been erased.”

The so-called “deeply informed” is a concept in Mind theory, equal to being a firsthand witness, an involved person, and experiencer whose numbers can’t be increased.

As for Lu Yuan, a kind of listener, only counts as a secondhand information getter, in numbers they can greatly increase.

Yet their weight in Mind theory is distinctly different.

The world only deems the intelligence provided by “deeply informed” as reliable, while those with “secondhand intelligence” perhaps mix in their own guesses and imaginations, thus naturally being less reliable.

The Underworld continued, “During the Fifth Epoch, the struggle over paths deepened, our population decreased again but the quality got higher and there were many strong folks.”

“The emergence of the Tower Top Civilization was such a great opportunity; I had wanted to engage with the Tower Top Civilization and solve the Epoch Disaster…”

“But he was unwilling, stubbornly firm in his belief… Meanwhile, more and more of the clan were persuaded by him, they detached from my control, my grip over the Ghost Race weakened.”

“At that time, I knew the situation was not going well anymore, their murderous intent intensified, each one wanting to build a ‘Beautiful New World’. I couldn’t completely understand, Pangu Continent was good enough, what new world was needed?”

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, “Then why weren’t you affected?”

“I could also ‘transform all living beings through the Dao’, just not as thoroughly. Furthermore, I am also an Innate Myth, I stand as his equal, why should I be influenced by him?” The Underworld’s expression was somewhat filled with sighs.

“And then came the Sixth Epoch, encountering such a powerful civilization as Thick Earth, the impact of that war lingers to this day. By that time no one listened to me anymore, my Emperor title was merely titular, and my strength was less than one percent of his.”

“Before the battle, I contacted the Thick Earth Civilization, procured a place to stay, and left this world, choosing not to aid either side.”

“All the Ghost Race warriors perished, not a single survivor. This also proved my viewpoint correct, he wished to erase his own historical traces.”

“His Ghost Race birth was already a shackle. As long as the deeply informed don’t die, he can’t become Pangu.”

“And I, am precisely the existence he is minded to obliterate, truly the vicissitudes of life.” The Underworld lay directly on the ground, all manners, all identities became unimportant; at this moment, he was just a lone man, a mere failure devoid of everything.

After a long while, he finally said, “Either give me some Xuanhuang Qi or a bit of Blood Sacrifice Energy will do… having talked so much, I’m a bit thirsty.”

Lu Yuan felt somewhat speechless, so you said so much, just to drink a little blood? Where’s your grand ambition, Old Deng?

He casually took out a glass jar filled with a transparent colorless liquid.

This was juice extracted from something called a “Bolele Fruit”, well-received by masses for its rich Bloodline Power. The so-called “Bolele Fruit” was also cultivated using biotechnology, modifying the genes of hematopoietic stem cells from certain Acquired Myths and combining them with plant cells to cultivate this precious yet widely used fruit.

“What the heck!” The Underworld was a bit displeased, what status do I hold, just wanted a bit of Blood Sacrifice Energy, and you give me juice?

Reluctantly, he accepted the glass jar and took a sip, feeling like he was drinking apple juice.

But the next moment, he froze in place.

This juice… had quite a good taste, and the energy within was fairly abundant! It even somewhat exceeded his expectations!

He understood that Lu Yuan was more guarded and wouldn’t hand out anything too good, yet this casually offered item somewhat exceeded his expectations.

“An invention of later generations… plants too have Bloodline Power, how interesting.” He felt somewhat melancholic, thinking even more, especially about the Ninth Epoch hosting many advanced civilizations, a clear realization blossomed in his heart, “If there had been such things in the First Epoch, everyone would get Blood Sacrifice Power by simply farming, there wouldn’t have been so much war then.”

“You’re overthinking it, your era’s mindset would have caused wars regardless.”

Lu Yuan casually said, “So, his name, and how to defeat him?”

“Name, I’ve forgotten. The concept of names has long been annihilated by him. He’s now simply called Pangu.” The Underworld said, “As for how to defeat him… it’s already the Ninth Epoch, how would I know how strong he has become. But as long as the Ghost Race’s birth isn’t wiped out, I can restrain him.”

“Oh, by the way, the magic cube I’m in is also a key to activate the Moon’s authority. When the Thick Earth Civilization handed it over to me, it was probably a contingency.”

“If you want to battle, you can take me. I can activate some of the Moon’s facilities.”

“Give more of this juice! My strength isn’t beneath yours!”

This Old Deng was indeed an Ancient Strong Person, just by drinking a few sips of juice, his stature ballooned from palm size to football size, emitting a subtle aura of strength.

This fake “transform all living beings through the Dao” only mimicked, but truly was a bit more earnest than those converted to the God.

Lu Yuan still harbored a bit of suspicion, inwardly considering, “The victims of Epoch Disasters are increasing, now there’s another defector from the God faction, still a Ghost Race Emperor…”

“Does the Pangu Brain know about this matter?”

He seriously doubted that the “Pangu Brain” knew, since the “Pangu Brain” only infiltrated at the end of the Seventh Epoch, while this Ghost Race Emperor ran off during the Sixth Epoch.

“Delicious! Give a bit more juice, and some knowledge books, don’t think I’m old, learning your knowledge is a cinch.”

He was unwilling to let Old Deng’s power swell excessively, so he merely left a box of juice, then tossed a tablet filled with newspaper articles, to spare Old Deng from boredom.

Then he ordered the Weaver to keep a good watch on this guy.

“I must find the Strange Ancient People to verify this matter.”

“Beep beep!” As the threat of this Ghost Race Emperor wasn’t too great, the Weaver surprisingly agreed this time.

During the following year, besides his daily duties, Lu Yuan traveled between various Alien Civilization residences, going through records. Given his identity and status, he did not face hindrances in accessing most records.

Information from the Sixth Epoch really had been wiped too thoroughly, only through some indirect records could some affairs be proven.

For instance, Ghost Race warriors truly existed, and their combat prowess was very formidable, capable of battling Level 7 civilizations.

These Eternal Level strong individuals brought enormous trouble to the Thick Earth Civilization.

Yet in the subsequent Seventh and Eighth Epochs, there wasn’t corresponding documentation, the God faction’s combat power instead dwindled significantly.

This indirectly indicated all Ghost Race warriors were entrapped and killed by the God.

Furthermore, members of the Thick Earth Civilization still survived, perhaps known by the Alien Civilization, just tacitly ignored, pretending ignorance.

Until the sixth month of that year, the fires of war on Pangu Continent remained lukewarm, but for Lu Yuan, a significant event occurred—the Pangu Brain finally sent information!

㚕䤾䚕㰾㟕

㨂䤾䥭㘄㰾

䤾䒝䴈㯁㘄䒝㺓㵋

路

㚕㟕㯁㡦䴈㟕

㵋㢀

㢀㟕㘄㯁㨂

䣸㵋㟕㨂㰾㻫

㵋㯁㡦㺓

盧

㚕䤾

䒝䂼㵋䠭㵋㘄

䣧㚕

㘄㨂䥭䤾㯁㡦

㟕”㘄䣧㘡㚕㺓㘄㓌㰾㭏

蘆

㘄㟕䴈

路

㟕䂼䤾㚕䂼

㟕㘄䴈

㵋”䃨䑴

㨂䧛㯁㚕䣧

擄

櫓

㻫䂼䣸㨂䠭

䴈㟕㘄

老

老

㾙䨟㨂䣧㺓

櫓

㵋㘄㘄䒝㢷㓌㰾㘄䂼㟕䣧

盧

䣧㐊㢷㘄

㞲㵋 㵋䣧㘄 䠭䣧㵋䑴䤾 䑴䴈㨂㟕 䴈㘄 䴈㨂䤾 䒝㵋䣧㘄 㚕䣧 㟕䴈㘄 䑴㨂㯁 㵋㢷㘄㯁 㟕䴈㘄䤾㘄 㡦㘄㨂㯁䤾䚕

䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䤾㻫㯁㺓㟕㚕䣧㚕䁡㘄䒝 䴈㚕㰾 㻫䂼㵋䤾㘄䂼㡦 㨂䣧䒝 㢀㵋㺓䣧䒝 㟕䴈㨂㟕 䴈㘄 䴈㨂䒝 䣧㵋㟕 䂼㵋䤾㟕 㨂䣧 㨂㯁㰾 㵋㯁 㨂 䂼㘄㾙䚕

㟕㵋

㟕㲥

㵋䑴䴈

䤾㰾㘄䤾㘄

䤾㟕䴈㚕

㘄㯁㻫㟕㓌㵋㟕

㚕䤾䂼㰾㢀䴈㘄

䂼㵋䒝

䂼䑴䂼䚕㘄

䂼㘄㢀䂼㵋䑴

䑴㵋䠭䣧䤾

“㨯䴈㘄 㓌㯁㵋㾙㯁㘄䤾䤾 㵋㢀 㘄㨂㻫䴈 㓌㯁㵋㴕㘄㻫㟕 㚕䤾 㨂䤾 㘄䤫㓌㘄㻫㟕㘄䒝䥭 㨂䣧䒝 㡦㵋㺓 䴈㨂㢷㘄 䤾㘄㘄䣧 㟕䴈㘄 㻫㵋㰾䣸㨂㟕 㯁㘄䤾㺓䂼㟕䤾䚕 㨯䴈㘄 㻫㺓㯁㯁㘄䣧㟕 䑴㨂㯁 㚕䤾 㨂㟕 㨂 䤾㟕㨂䂼㘄㰾㨂㟕㘄 䤾㟕㨂㾙㘄䚕 䝨㘄 䴈㨂㢷㘄 㨂䂼䤾㵋 㘄㢀㢀㘄㻫㟕㚕㢷㘄䂼㡦 㚕䣧㢀䂼㚕㻫㟕㘄䒝 䒝㨂㰾㨂㾙㘄䤾 㵋䣧 㟕䴈㘄 㘄䣧㘄㰾㡦䚕”

䦞㵋㰾㓌㨂㯁㘄䒝 㟕㵋 㟕䴈㘄 㓌㯁㘄㢷㚕㵋㺓䤾 㟕䑴㵋 㐊㓌㵋㻫䴈䤾䥭 㟕䴈㘄䤾㘄 㯁㘄䤾㺓䂼㟕䤾 㨂㯁㘄 㚕䣧䒝㘄㘄䒝 㯁㘄㰾㨂㯁䠭㨂䣸䂼㘄䚕

㟕䴈㘄

㚕㨂㢀䣧䤾㾙㟕㚕㚕䣧㻫

㘄䴈㯁㟕㵋

㟕䴈㘄

㘄㟕䣧䦞㵋㟕䥭䣧㚕䣧

䴈䴈㚕㟕㾙㐊

㯁䒝䤾㓌㻫㨂㵋㚕

㨂㘄㨂䒝㾙㰾

㓌㻫䚕㐊㵋䴈

㟕㢷㘄㘄䜦䣧䴈

㰾㚕䣧㚕㾙䣧䂼㨂㘄㺓㨂䣸

䴈㟕㘄

㘄䒝㨂䥭㾙㰾㨂

㟕㘄㯁䤾㘄䝨䣧

㚕䣧

㨂䒝䣧

㢷㘄㨂䴈

㘄㟕䤾䒝㺓䣧㨂䤾㚕

㨂䴈㢷㘄

䒝㺓䂼㵋䑴

䴈㟕㘄

䣧䒝㨂

㨯㟕䴈㡦㯁㚕

㘄䣧㻫㟕䣧㚕㵋㟕䣧䤾

㘄㟕㘄㻫䤫㓌

㵋㢀㯁

䣧㵋

㡦䣧㵋䂼

㡦㨂㯁㘄䤾

䴈㨂㢷㘄

㨂㓌䥭䤾㘄䤾䒝

䣧䣸㘄㘄

㻫䴈䑴㚕䴈

䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䤾㚕㾙䴈㘄䒝 䂼㚕㾙䴈㟕䂼㡦䥭 “䃨㵋䑴㘄㢷㘄㯁䥭 㟕䴈㘄㯁㘄’䤾 䣧㵋 䑴㨂㡦 㢀㵋㯁 㢀㨂䤾㟕㘄㯁 㓌㯁㵋㾙㯁㘄䤾䤾䈉 㟕㘄㻫䴈䣧㵋䂼㵋㾙㚕㻫㨂䂼 䒝㘄㢷㘄䂼㵋㓌㰾㘄䣧㟕 㯁㘄㘡㺓㚕㯁㘄䤾 㟕㚕㰾㘄䚕”

“㩅㺓㯁㟕䴈㘄㯁㰾㵋㯁㘄䥭 㓌㘄㵋㓌䂼㘄 㵋䣧 㡦㵋㺓㯁 䤾㚕䒝㘄 䠭㘄㘄㓌 㻫㨂㺓䤾㚕䣧㾙 䤾㨂䣸㵋㟕㨂㾙㘄䥭 䑴䴈㚕㻫䴈 㚕䣧㘄㢷㚕㟕㨂䣸䂼㡦 䒝㘄䂼㨂㡦䤾 㓌㯁㵋㾙㯁㘄䤾䤾 㵋䣧 䤾㵋㰾㘄 㘄䣧㾙㚕䣧㘄㘄㯁㚕䣧㾙 㓌㯁㵋㴕㘄㻫㟕䤾䚕”

䴈㨂䣧㟕

㘄㢷䚕㵋㰾

䚕㨂㯁㺓㻫㢀䂼㘄

㯁㐊㡦䣧㾙㘄

“䒝䃴㵋

㢀㺓䥭”㘄㟕㺓㯁

䴈㘄㟕

㵋䴈㘄㾙䣧㺓

䒝㘄䣧㘄

䴈㢷㨂㘄

㵋”㟕㰾䤾䚕

㚕㨂㯁䧛䣧

䒝䂼㟕㻫㻫㵋䂼㘄㘄

䜦㯁㢀㚕㨂㻫㻫㘄㚕

㺓㡦㵋

㯁䤾㵋䣧㾙㘄㟕㯁

㲥”㢀

㚕䤾㨂䒝

㟕䤫㘄䣧

䒝䂼㵋㻫䚕㡦䂼

䨟㺓㾙䣧㨂

䴈㨂䤾

䧛㵋䒝㵋䂼

㨂㘄䤾㯁㡦

㢀㢀㯁䤾㘄㺓

‘㵋㟕䒝䣧

㨂䣧䒝

㟕䴈㘄

㢀㢷㚕㘄

㯁䂼㡦㨂㘄䒝㨂

䴈㘄䣧㚕䒝䒝

㘄䣸

㟕㨂

㡦㵋㺓

㵋䐒㺓

䣧㘄䤾䑴㵋㓌䥭㨂

㚕䣧

㚕㯁㓌㨂㯁䣧㾙㘄㓌

㚕䴈㟕㰾㾙

䤾䤾㘄䂼

䤾㚕

㵋㟕

㺓䐒㵋

䴈㨂㘄㢷

䂼㟕㘄㢀

䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䑴㨂䤾 䤾䂼㚕㾙䴈㟕䂼㡦 䤾㺓㯁㓌㯁㚕䤾㘄䒝䈉 㟕䴈㘄 䣧㺓㰾䣸㘄㯁 㵋㢀 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 䒝㘄䤾㟕㯁㵋㡦㘄䒝 㚕䤾 㚕䣧䒝㘄㘄䒝 㻫㵋䣧䤾㚕䒝㘄㯁㨂䣸䂼㘄䥭 䣸㺓㟕 㰾㵋䤾㟕 㨂㯁㘄 䂼㵋䑴䆁䂼㘄㢷㘄䂼 㵋䣧㘄䤾䥭 䑴㚕㟕䴈 㢀㘄䑴㘄㯁 䴈㚕㾙䴈䆁䂼㘄㢷㘄䂼 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 䣸㘄㚕䣧㾙 㘄㯁㨂䒝㚕㻫㨂㟕㘄䒝䚕

䏔䣧䒝 㟕䴈㘄 㚕䣧䒝㚕㢷㚕䒝㺓㨂䂼䤾 㵋㢀 䂼㵋䑴䆁䂼㘄㢷㘄䂼 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 䴈㨂㢷㘄 䂼㵋䑴 䤅㚕㢷㚕䣧㘄 䏔㟕㟕㯁㚕䣸㺓㟕㘄䤾䥭 䑴䴈㚕㻫䴈 㟕䴈㘄㵋㯁㘄㟕㚕㻫㨂䂼䂼㡦 㰾㘄㨂䣧䤾 㟕䴈㘄㯁㘄 䤾䴈㵋㺓䂼䒝䣧’㟕 䣸㘄 㰾㺓㻫䴈 䧛䂼㵋㵋䒝 䜦㨂㻫㯁㚕㢀㚕㻫㘄 㐊䣧㘄㯁㾙㡦䚕

䤫䣧㟕㘄

䴈䑴㟕㚕

䣧㘄㾙䒝䣧㚕䜦

“㨂㟕䴈䝨䤾’

㵋䚕䚕㘄䚕㰾㢷

䴈㘄㟕

䂼㾙䣧㨂㚕

䒝䃴”㭏㵋

㘄㯁㰾㵋

㵋㟕

䨟㨂䣧㾙㺓 䧛㯁㨂㚕䣧 䤾㘄㘄㰾㘄䒝 㟕㵋 䠭䣧㵋䑴 䑴䴈㨂㟕 䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䑴㨂䤾 㟕䴈㚕䣧䠭㚕䣧㾙 㨂䣧䒝 䤾㨂㚕䒝䥭 “㛽㢀 㻫㵋㺓㯁䤾㘄 䣧㵋㟕䚕 㨯䴈㘄 㻫㺓㯁㯁㘄䣧㟕 䑴㨂㯁 㚕䣧㟕㘄䣧䤾㚕㟕㡦 㚕䤾 䤾㟕㚕䂼䂼 㟕㵋㵋 䂼㵋䑴䚕”

“㲥㟕 䑴㚕䂼䂼 䂼㘄㢷㘄㯁㨂㾙㘄 㟕䴈㚕䤾 䤾㰾㨂䂼䂼 㨂㰾㵋㺓䣧㟕 㵋㢀 㨂䤾䤾㘄㟕䤾 㟕㵋 㟕㯁㚕㾙㾙㘄㯁 㨂 䂼㨂㯁㾙㘄㯁䆁䤾㻫㨂䂼㘄 䒝㚕䤾㨂䤾㟕㘄㯁䚕”

㟕㘄㯁㨂

“㲥

㘄䣸

㨂䑴㡦

㚕䤾

㚕㟕㰾䴈㾙

㟕䴈㘄

㨂

㚕㢀䤾㟕㯁

㘄䴈㟕

㟕䑴㵋

㘄㟕䤾㟕㘄㚕㰾㨂

㟕㵋

䒝㢀㚕䣧

䏔㨂㟕㯁㓌

㰾䈉㢷䤾㘄㵋

㯁䴈㘄㟕㘄

㵋㟕

䧛㵋㺓㯁䣧䒝㨂㡦䤾䤾䂼㘄䚕

“㛽䣧㻫㘄 㟕䴈㘄 䧛㵋㺓䣧䒝㨂㯁㡦䂼㘄䤾䤾 㚕䤾 䒝㘄䤾㟕㯁㵋㡦㘄䒝䥭 㟕䴈㘄 㐊㓌㵋㻫䴈 䤅㚕䤾㨂䤾㟕㘄㯁 䑴㚕䂼䂼 䒝㘄㘄㓌㘄䣧 㢀㺓㯁㟕䴈㘄㯁䥭 㨂䂼䂼 䤾㵋㯁㟕䤾 㵋㢀 㰾㵋䣧䤾㟕㘄㯁䤾 䑴㚕䂼䂼 㻫㵋㯁㯁㺓㓌㟕䥭 㟕䴈㘄 䂼㚕㢷㚕䣧㾙 㘄䣧㢷㚕㯁㵋䣧㰾㘄䣧㟕 䑴㚕䂼䂼 㯁㨂㓌㚕䒝䂼㡦 䒝㘄㟕㘄㯁㚕㵋㯁㨂㟕㘄䚕䚕䚕 䐒㵋㺓 䑴㵋䣧’㟕 䣸㘄 㨂䣸䂼㘄 㟕㵋 䒝㘄㢷㘄䂼㵋㓌 㨂䤾 㰾㵋䒝㘄㯁㨂㟕㘄䂼㡦 㨂䤾 䣧㵋䑴䚕”

䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧’䤾 䴈㘄㨂㯁㟕 㟕㚕㾙䴈㟕㘄䣧㘄䒝䈉 䴈㘄 䴈㨂䒝 㵋㢀㟕㘄䣧 䴈㘄㨂㯁䒝 㯁㺓㰾㵋㯁䤾 㵋㢷㘄㯁 㟕䴈㘄 㡦㘄㨂㯁䤾 㟕䴈㨂㟕 㟕䴈㘄 㨯㺓㯁㟕䂼㘄 䨟㘄㵋㓌䂼㘄 㵋䣧 㟕䴈㘄 䧛㵋㺓䣧䒝㨂㯁㡦䂼㘄䤾䤾 㨂㯁㘄 㨂㾙㚕䣧㾙 㨂䣧䒝 㻫㨂䣧 䴈㨂㯁䒝䂼㡦 䴈㵋䂼䒝 㵋䣧䚕

䣧㟕䒝㘄㚕㵋㚕㯁㻫䚕

㯁䣧㡦㺓䧛䒝㵋䂼䤾㨂㘄䤾

䂼㺓㟕㻫㨂䂼㡦㨂

㘄䣸㟕䤾

㾙㵋

—

㯁㵋㢀

㨂㘄㡦㯁䤾

䣧㚕

㟕䴈㘄

䒝㵋㾙㵋

㚕䤾

㰾㨂㰾㰾㚕㺓䤫

䣧㵋䑴

㻫’㨂㟕䣧

㟕㘄㺓㘡㚕

㢀㵋

㻫䤫㘄㓌㘄㟕

㟕䴈㘄

㵋䣧䂼㡦

䴈㟕㘄

㨂

䒝㘄䒝䣧㯁㺓䴈

㵋㰾㩅㯁

㨂

㵋䤾㓌䣧㟕䥭㨂䒝䣧㟕㚕

䴈㘄㚕㘄㯁㨂㻫䂼㟕㵋㟕

㘄㯁㟕㢷䣧㡦㘄㾙䴈㚕

㡦㨂㯁䤾䈉㘄

㘄㻫㨂㘄䣧䣧䒝㯁㺓

㚕㯁䴈㡦㚕㾙䆁䴈㘄㟕㟕㟕

㡦㵋㺓

䤾㚕

㟕㵋

㘄㚕㚕㯁㾙䤾䣧㓌㟕䤾

㲥㢀 䃴㵋䒝 㚕䣧䒝㘄㘄䒝 䴈㨂䤾 㟕䴈㘄 㨂䣸㚕䂼㚕㟕㡦 㟕㵋 㟕㘄㨂㯁 㟕䴈㘄 䧛㵋㺓䣧䒝㨂㯁㡦䂼㘄䤾䤾䥭 㟕䴈㘄䣧 㟕䴈㘄 㨯㺓㯁㟕䂼㘄 䨟㘄㵋㓌䂼㘄 䤾㟕㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧㘄䒝 㟕䴈㘄㯁㘄 㰾㺓䤾㟕 䣸㘄 㻫㨂䂼䂼㘄䒝 䣸㨂㻫䠭 㘄㨂㯁䂼㡦䚕

䍸㘄㟕 㟕䴈㘄䤾㘄 㢀㯁㵋䣧㟕䂼㚕䣧㘄 䑴㨂㯁㯁㚕㵋㯁䤾 㯁㘄㟕㺓㯁䣧 㟕㵋 㟕䴈㘄㚕㯁 䴈㵋㰾㘄㟕㵋䑴䣧䤾 㨂䣧䒝 㘄䣧㴕㵋㡦 㨂 㓌㘄㨂㻫㘄㢀㺓䂼 㯁㘄㟕㚕㯁㘄㰾㘄䣧㟕䚕

㵋㚕㢷㘄㯁䤾㓌㺓

䤾㵋䣧㘄㻫䒝

䨟㾙㺓㨂䣧

㟕㚕

㟕㵋

䑴㘄㞲

㟕㾙㚕㰾䴈

㨂㵋㟕㯁㟕㯁㚕

䝨䂼’䒝㵋㯁

㰾㵋㯁㢀

㟕䴈㟕㨂

㘄䴈㟕

㰾㯁㵋㨂㴕

㚕䤾

㢀㰾㯁㵋

䣧䁡㨂㻫㚕㚕䤾㢷䂼㟕㚕㵋㚕

㟕㯁㘄䴈㢀㺓㯁

㘄䒝㯁䤾㡦㟕㵋

㵋䤾䣧㰾㺓㰾

㰾㘄㢷㵋

㟕㘄䴈

“䣧䣧㟕䚕䣧㵋䦞㚕㘄㟕

䤾䴈㻫㵋㓌㐊

㘄㟕䴈

㨂䧛㺓㘄’㚕㺓㟕䂼㢀

㨯㘄䴈”

“䧛㘄㨂㺓㟕㚕㢀㺓䂼䚕䚕䚕 㞲㘄䑴 䝨㵋㯁䂼䒝㭏” 䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧’䤾 㘄㡦㘄䤾 䑴㚕䒝㘄䣧㘄䒝䥭 䴈㘄 䴈㨂䒝 㨂䂼䑴㨂㡦䤾 㟕䴈㵋㺓㾙䴈㟕 㟕䴈㨂㟕 “䤾㘄䂼㘄㻫㟕㚕䣧㾙 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾䥭 䤾㘄㟕㟕䂼㚕䣧㾙 㚕䣧 㟕䴈㘄 䣧㘄䑴 䑴㵋㯁䂼䒝” 䑴㨂䤾 㴕㺓䤾㟕 䣸䂼㺓㢀㢀䚕

䨟㨂䣧㾙㺓 䧛㯁㨂㚕䣧 䤾㚕㾙䴈㘄䒝 㢀㨂㚕䣧㟕䂼㡦㕹 “㨯䴈㚕䤾 㰾㨂㟕㟕㘄㯁 㚕䣧䒝㘄㘄䒝 㘄䤫㚕䤾㟕䤾 㨂䣧䒝 㚕䤾 䤾㵋㰾㘄㟕䴈㚕䣧㾙 㲥 㴕㺓䤾㟕 䂼㘄㨂㯁䣧㘄䒝䚕䚕䚕”

䂼㨂㚕㘄㺓㟕䧛’㢀㺓

䤾㚕㟕

䴈㟕㘄

㵋㟕

㓌㰾㵋㻫䂼㟕㘄㘄

“䣧䜦㚕㻫㘄

㨂

䣧䣧䦞䥭㘄㚕㟕㟕䣧㵋

㵋䣧㟕

䂼㺓㘄㯁䤾

㻫㓌䴈㐊㵋䥭

䴈㟕㘄

㨂㺓䣧㾙䨟

䑴㵋䂼㯁䒝

䤾㚕㚕㰾䂼㯁㨂

䒝’䂼㵋䝨䥭㯁

㚕㟕

㨂㾙䨟㺓䣧

㴕㺓㟕䤾

䣸㘄㘄䣧

㨂䤾

㟕㵋

㨂䤾㘄䂼䂼㰾㯁

㨂䴈䤾

䦞㟕㵋䣧䚕㚕㟕䣧”㘄䣧

㟕㚕䜦䴈䤫

㨂

䣧䒝㨂

㨂䤾

㻫㘄㯁㟕㨂㘄

䑴㘄㞲

䥭䤾㨂㻫䂼㘄

㯁㾙㟕㡦䣧㚕

䣧㚕

“䐒㘄㟕䥭 㢀㵋㯁 㚕䣧䴈㨂䣸㚕㟕㨂䣧㟕䤾’ 䂼㚕㢀㘄䥭 㚕㟕 㚕䤾 㰾㵋㯁㘄 㟕䴈㨂䣧 䤾㺓㢀㢀㚕㻫㚕㘄䣧㟕䚕”

“㐊㰾㺓䂼㨂㟕㚕䣧㾙 䨟㨂䣧㾙㺓 㘄㢷㘄䣧 㘄䤫㟕㘄䣧䒝䤾 㟕㵋 䑴㵋㯁䂼䒝 㻫㯁㘄㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䥭” 䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䤾䣧㘄㘄㯁㘄䒝 䑴㚕㟕䴈 㨂 䤾㘄䣧䤾㘄 㵋㢀 㚕䣧㘄䤫㓌䂼㚕㻫㨂䣸䂼㘄 䴈㵋㯁㯁㵋㯁䚕

㻫㐊㵋䴈䚕㓌”

㢀㚕㟕䂼㻫䒝㺓㚕㢀

㺓㟕䤾㰾

䣧䈉㘄㚕䤾㚕䒝

䤾䂼㨂㚕㢷㵋㚕㚕㟕㚕䣧䁡㻫

䤾’㟕㚕

䴈㓌㐊㵋㻫

㘄䣸

㨂㨂䣧䤾㵋䥭䒝㘄㟕㢷㟕㚕

䴈㚕㟕䤾

䣧㘄㵋㟕䣧㚕㟕䣧䦞䥭

㻫㟕㘄䣧㚕䂼㘄㵋㓌㰾

㘄㘄㻫䴈䣧

㘄㵋㻫䣧

㟕㺓’㢀䧛㘄㚕䂼㺓㨂

䣧䐒㚕

㨂㡦㨂䥭䑴

㓌㵋㢷䂼㨂㘄㯁䤾

㚕䤅䚕䤾㘄䤾㨂䤾㟕㯁

㚕䴈䑴㟕

䴈㟕㘄

䜦䣧㘄”㻫㚕

䥭㢷㯁㘄㰾㵋㵋㯁㘄

㯁㘄㓌䂼㚕㘄䒝䚕

㘄䑴㞲

㟕䣸䤾㻫㴕㺓㘄

㟕㚕

㵋㢀

䣧䴈䑴㘄

㚕㘄䥭䣧”䒝䤾㚕

㚕㟕

㰾㘄㵋㻫䤾

㲥㢀

㰾㘄㢷䤾㵋

䝨䒝’㵋䂼㯁

䥭㘄䤾䂼㻫㵋㯁

䂼䑴㵋䒝㯁䥭

㟕㚕

㚕㟕䤾’

㘄䴈㯁㟕㘄

䨟㾙㺓䣧㨂

䝨㵋䒝䂼㯁

㢀㘄䤾㺓䤾㯁㢀

㵋䣧㘄㚕㰾䣧䤾㚕䒝

㨂

䤾㚕㾙㨂㟕䣧㢀㻫㚕㚕䣧

㟕㵋

㨂

䂼䤾㺓㯁㘄

䴈㚕䴈㾙

㘄䑴㵋䃨”㯁㘄䥭㢷

䴈㟕㘄

䂼㵋䣧㚕㢷㟕㺓㵋㘄

㰾㚕䣧㾙㨂䠭

䣧㘄䑴

㘄㟕䴈

䑴㘄䣧

㵋㨂䂼䤾

㨂䣧㾙㺓䨟

䴈㨂䤾

㨂䣧㯁䧛㚕

“䃨㘄䣧㻫㘄 㵋䣧䂼㡦 䤾㟕㯁㵋䣧㾙 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 㻫㨂䣧 䤾㘄㟕㟕䂼㘄 㚕䣧 㟕䴈㘄 䧛㘄㨂㺓㟕㚕㢀㺓䂼 㞲㘄䑴 䝨㵋㯁䂼䒝䚕”

“㐊㢷㘄㯁㡦 㐊㓌㵋㻫䴈䥭 㚕㟕 䤾㘄䂼㘄㻫㟕䤾 䤾㵋㰾㘄 㟕㯁㨂㚕㟕㵋㯁 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 㟕㵋 㻫㵋䂼䂼㘄㻫㟕㚕㢷㘄䂼㡦 㰾㵋㢷㘄 㚕䣧䚕”

㯁㚕䴈㘄㟕

㯁䣸㵋䤾”㺓㟕䚕

㨂䒝䣧

䂼㘄㻫㵋㚕㘄䥭㵋䣧䤾䴈㟕㾙

㵋䣧㟕

㘄㟕䴈䤾㘄

㘄㯁㨂

㘄䒝㨂㻫㢷䣧䒝㨂

䤾㓌䤾㵋㘄䤾䤾

㟕㨂㘄䣧㚕㘄㘄㯁㺓䒝䤾㰾㟕

“㵋䤅

㚕㚕㺓䂼䒝㚕䣧㨂㢷䤾䒝

㟕㢷㚕㚕㚕䁡㨂䤾㵋䂼㻫䣧㚕

㰾䴈㘄䈉㟕

“㐊䤾㓌㘄㻫㚕㨂䂼䂼㡦 㟕䴈㘄 䜦㚕䤫㟕䴈 㐊㓌㵋㻫䴈䚕䚕䚕” 㲥䣧 䨟㨂䣧㾙㺓 䧛㯁㨂㚕䣧’䤾 㚕䣧䒝㚕㢀㢀㘄㯁㘄䣧㟕 㘄䤫㓌㯁㘄䤾䤾㚕㵋䣧䥭 㢀㵋㯁 㵋䣧㻫㘄䥭 㨂 䤾㘄䣧䤾㘄 㵋㢀 䣧㵋䤾㟕㨂䂼㾙㚕㨂 㨂㓌㓌㘄㨂㯁㘄䒝䥭 “㨯䴈㘄 㢀㨂㚕䂼㺓㯁㘄 㢀㵋㯁 㨯䴈㚕㻫䠭 㐊㨂㯁㟕䴈 䦞㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䥭 䑴㨂䤾 䒝㺓㘄 㟕㵋 㟕䴈㘄 䤾䴈㘄㘄㯁 䣧㺓㰾䣸㘄㯁 㵋㢀 㟕㯁㨂㚕㟕㵋㯁䤾䚕 䐒㵋㺓 䤾䴈㵋㺓䂼䒝 䠭䣧㵋䑴 㟕䴈㨂㟕 㯁㚕㾙䴈㟕㭏 䏔㰾㵋䣧㾙 㟕䴈㘄㰾䥭 䤾㘄㢷㘄㯁㨂䂼 㓌㘄㨂䠭 䍸㘄㢷㘄䂼 䜦㚕䤫 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧䤾 㨂䂼䤾㵋 䣸㘄㟕㯁㨂㡦㘄䒝䥭 㟕䴈㘄㚕㯁 㟕㘄㻫䴈䣧㵋䂼㵋㾙㚕㻫㨂䂼 㓌㯁㵋䑴㘄䤾䤾 㰾㚕㾙䴈㟕 㘄㢷㘄䣧 䣸㘄 䤾䂼㚕㾙䴈㟕䂼㡦 䤾㺓㓌㘄㯁㚕㵋㯁 㟕㵋 㡦㵋㺓㯁䤾䚕”

䍸㺓 䐒㺓㨂䣧 䑴㨂䤾 䤾㚕䂼㘄䣧㟕䈉 㟕䴈㘄㡦 㚕䣧䒝㘄㘄䒝 㨂㯁㘄 㢀㵋㯁㰾㚕䒝㨂䣸䂼㘄 㘄䣧㘄㰾㚕㘄䤾䚕

䒝㘄㘄䤾㘄㯁䣧

“㨯㘄䴈㵋䤾

䴈㟕䈉㰾㘄

“㵋㟕㭏㺓䣸㨂

㚕㟕㟕㨂㯁㵋㯁

䴈㘄

㢷㯁㘄㵋

䃴䒝㵋

㓌㯁㚕䤾㘄䣧㾙䤾

㟕䴈㘄㡦

䥭㾙㨂㨂䣧㚕

㻫䣧㨂

㘄䴈㨂㢷

㨂㻫㟕㵋㚕䂼㚕㢷䤾㚕䣧䁡㚕

㘄䣧㨯䴈

㟕㨂䠭䂼

䴈㟕䑴㨂

㚕㨂㢷䤾㵋䣧㟕䣧㵋䣧㚕

“㩅㵋㯁 䤾㺓㯁㢷㚕㢷㨂䂼䥭 㨂䣧㡦㟕䴈㚕䣧㾙 㻫㨂䣧 䣸㘄 䣸㘄㟕㯁㨂㡦㘄䒝䈉 䑴䴈㨂㟕 䤾㓌㚕㯁㚕㟕 㚕䤾 䂼㘄㢀㟕㭏”

“㨯㚕㰾㘄䤾 㨂㯁㘄 䒝㚕㢀㢀㘄㯁㘄䣧㟕 䣧㵋䑴䈉 㲥 䒝㵋䣧’㟕 䣸㘄䂼㚕㘄㢷㘄 㟕䴈㘄㡦 㨂㯁㘄 䤾㟕㯁㵋䣧㾙㘄㯁 㟕䴈㨂䣧 㺓䤾㭈”

㯁㘄㨂䒝

㨂㯁䒝㘄

㘄㰾䴈㟕

䣧㨂㟕䂼㚕䴈㨂䣧㘄㚕

䂼䑴㚕䂼

㵋㟕

㟕䴈㡦㘄

“㲥㢀

㘄䑴

㻫㵋㘄㰾

㘄㯁㚕”㻫㡦䂼㭈㟕䒝

䥭㵋㟕㺓

㨯䴈㘄 䒝㘄㢷㘄䂼㵋㓌㰾㘄䣧㟕 㵋㢀 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧 㚕䤾 䂼㚕䠭㘄 䤾㨂㚕䂼㚕䣧㾙 㨂㾙㨂㚕䣧䤾㟕 㟕䴈㘄 㻫㺓㯁㯁㘄䣧㟕䈉 䣧㵋㟕 㨂䒝㢷㨂䣧㻫㚕䣧㾙 㰾㘄㨂䣧䤾 㾙㵋㚕䣧㾙 䣸㨂㻫䠭䑴㨂㯁䒝䚕

㨯䴈㘄 㻫㺓䂼㟕㺓㯁㨂䂼 㻫㵋㯁㘄 㚕䤾 㨂㻫㟕㺓㨂䂼䂼㡦 䑴䴈㨂㟕’䤾 㰾㵋䤾㟕 㘄䤾䤾㘄䣧㟕㚕㨂䂼䚕

㚕㘄䂼䠭

㟕䴈㘄

䑴㨂䂼㨂䤾㡦

䣧㟕㚕㨂㵋䥭䣧

㘄䴈㟕

㵋㢀

㚕䣧䤾㚕㾙䣧䠭

㟕䤫㘄㘄㚕㘄䤾㻫䣧

㟕㵋

㢷㘄㵋㯁

㨂㾙䣧㨂㚕

䤾㚕㯁㘄

㘄㘄䒝䤾㚕㓌㟕

㵋䦞㡦㺓䣧㟕䥭㯁

䣧㨂䒝

㵋㨂㓌㟕

㨂䂼䂼

㰾㚕㟕䤾㘄

䂼㘄㢷㨂㯁䤾㘄

㨂㘄㟕㯁䃴

㘄㨂䤾㺓䣸㻫㘄

㘄㢀㚕㢷

䤾㡦䥭㯁㨂㘄

㵋㢀

䴈㘄㟕

㺓䤾㟕䵀

䂼䚕㺓㟕㘄㺓㻫㯁

㚕㟕

䴈㚕㡦㟕㵋䤾㯁

㘄㟕䴈

㾙䣧㵋䤅

㵋㢀

㵋䴈㺓㟕䤾㨂䣧䒝

㾙㨂䣧䤾㘄㨂㰾

䤾㟕㨂䣧䒝䤾

㲥㢀 㨂 㻫㵋㺓䣧㟕㯁㡦 䒝㘄㢷㘄䂼㵋㓌䤾 㘄㻫㵋䣧㵋㰾㚕㻫㨂䂼䂼㡦 䣸㺓㟕 㚕㟕䤾 㻫㺓䂼㟕㺓㯁㘄 㯁㘄㾙㯁㘄䤾䤾㘄䤾䥭 䑴㚕㟕䴈 㚕㟕䤾 㓌㘄㵋㓌䂼㘄 䤾䴈㚕㢀㟕㚕䣧㾙 㢀㯁㵋㰾 㨂䒝㰾㚕㯁㚕䣧㾙 㟕䴈㘄 䴈㨂㯁䒝䑴㵋㯁䠭㚕䣧㾙 䤾㓌㚕㯁㚕㟕 㵋㢀 䨟㺓㯁㚕㟕㨂䣧䤾 㟕㵋 䣸㘄㻫㵋㰾㚕䣧㾙 㓌䂼㘄㨂䤾㺓㯁㘄䆁䤾㘄㘄䠭㚕䣧㾙 㰾㘄䒝㚕㵋㻫㯁㚕㟕㚕㘄䤾䚕

㩅㯁㵋㰾 㨂 䂼㵋䣧㾙䆁㟕㘄㯁㰾 㓌㘄㯁䤾㓌㘄㻫㟕㚕㢷㘄䥭 㘄㻫㵋䣧㵋㰾㚕㻫 㾙㯁㵋䑴㟕䴈 㚕䤾 㴕㺓䤾㟕 㨂 䣧㺓㰾䣸㘄㯁䥭 䑴䴈㚕䂼㘄 㻫㚕㢷㚕䂼㚕䁡㨂㟕㚕㵋䣧 㚕䤾 䤾㟕㚕䂼䂼 㯁㘄㾙㯁㘄䤾䤾㚕䣧㾙䚕

㟕䣧㵋

䤾㨂

㺓㢷㚕㨂㚕㚕䣧䒝䤾䒝䂼

䤾㨂

㺓㾙䣧㨂䨟

㵋㯁㚕㾙㚕䣧㨂䂼

㯁㘄㟕䂼㨂䣧㘄

㾙䂼㵋䣧

㵋㟕㵋䣧㘄䂼㾙㻫䴈㡦

㚕㯁㨂䒝䣧㘄䣧㺓䣧㟕䒝䤾㾙

䤾㺓㻫䴈

㢀㘄㚕䥭䂼

㟕㺓䧛

㢷䂼䣸䣧㨂㟕㚕㚕㡦㘄

㓌䤾㵋䤾㘄䤾䤾

㾙䥭䣧㚕㡦䒝䣧㺓

䚕㾙㯁㘄䚕㘄䤾㯁䤾”

䤾㾙㘄㯁䚕䤾㯁㘄

㻫㚕䁡㚕㚕䣧䤾㢷㚕㨂㟕㵋䂼

䤾㚕

㯁㘄㘄䤾㘄㨂㯁㯁㻫䴈䤾

㵋”㺓䐒㯁

䒝䒝䥭䒝䣧㘄㵋

㘄㨂䣧㰾㚕㯁

㨂㚕䧛䣧㯁

㟕㻫㘄㯁㯁䈉㵋㻫

㟕䤾㘄䴈㵋

䴈㚕㟕㘄㯁

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