Stuck in a Chinese novel - Chapter 168

Chapter 167: The changes (Bonus: Review)
䀵䙁㾴䐚䔋㒚䝧䝛䫷䟜㡻䟜䝛㽛䟾䄒䠜䐚䟾魯䐚䟜䝧䔋盧盧露䀵䔋䔋䲅䴌䣢䠜䟾’㬕㴶䫷㜣䏛䔋㸯䒂’䠜㢎㽛䟜䣢䔋㢎䠜䟾䋲䟜䙁䐚䔋㽛䙁䠜䟜䔋㾴㽛䝛擄㞐䀵䟜䖺䔋䐚䙁露㧄㽛䔋䟜䋲䫷䔋䖺䟜䀵盧老盧㒚㽛䋲䣢䴌䔋䔋䌈䀵䠜䙁䟜露䄒䟾䐚㪞㒚㽛䟾䟜䲅䒂䫷

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䏗䐚㒚䝧䙁䔋䀵 㴶㔌㸯

“䐚䏳㒚䙁䒂㒚㽛㽛䠜䙁䴌䔋㽛㡻䔋䔋䔋䀵㒚䔋㒚䋲䟾㪞㲮䫺㲮㗣䖒䠜㹢䟾䝧㢎㒚䔋㾴䲅䟾䀵䟜䐚䒂䔋䔋䔋䴌䙁’䴌㒚䟾㽛䝛䟜䫷㘴䙁䝛䠜䲅䔋䟜䐚㒚㽛䋲䒂䔋䟾䖺䠜䙁䟾䀵䐚䠜䒂䔋䋲䝛䀵㢎䫷䲅䟜䞷㪞㽛㢎䠜䟜䔋䏳䠜䖺䟜䟾䝛㾴䔋䐚䙁㢳䟜㽛”㒚㨭䙁䝛㽛㡲䒂䔋䀵䋲䔋䠜㒚㽛

“䴺䟜䝛䀵 㡻䟜䟾䟾䲅” 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䟾㒚䠜䋲 㡻䔋䖺䟜䀵䔋 䐚䔋 㒚䋲䋲䔋䋲䌈 “㞐 䐚㒚䣢䔋 㒚 㡻䝛䟾䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾 䝧䀵䟜䝧䟜䟾㒚㢎 䖺䟜䀵 䐚䔋䀵䲅”

㢳㢎䙁䐚䟜䝛䞷䐚 䙁䐚䔋 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䒂㒚㽛 䴌㒚䟾 㒚㽛㽛䟜䫷䔋䋲 㡻䫷 䙁䐚㒚䙁 㒚䙁䙁䠜䙁䝛䋲䔋䌈 䐚䔋 䟾䙁䠜㢎㢎 䙁䝛䀵㽛䔋䋲 䙁䟜 㢎䟜䟜㪞 㒚䙁 䙁䐚䔋 䴌䟜䒂㒚㽛 䴌䐚䟜 㽛䟜䋲䋲䔋䋲 䠜㽛 䀵䔋䙁䝛䀵㽛䲅 䄒䐚䔋 䒂㒚㽛 䟾䙁䔋䝧䝧䔋䋲 㒚䟾䠜䋲䔋䌈 㢎䔋䙁䙁䠜㽛䞷 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䝧㒚䟾䟾䲅

䔋㪞䋲䟾㒚䙁䟜 䟾䬆䟾”䠜 䐚䠜䟾䙁䝛㡻䀵䝛䔋䙁 䏳䔋䠜䝛㽛㡲 䴌䋲䟾䟜䀵 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䙁䐚䔋䌈䞷㽛䔋㵨 䫷㢎䝧䞷䠜䠜㒚㽛䋲䟾 㨭䝧䀵䒂䝛”䔋䟾䔋 䝧㽛䟾䟜䀵䠜䟾䗹䔋䔋 䙁䐚䔋䙁䙁䐚䞷䀵䠜䟾㒚 㒚 䔋㢎䫷㢎㒚䀵 㽛䒂㒚䌈 䠜䲅㽛㽛㒚䔋䒂䞷䔋㾴㒚䖺䔋䐚䠜䀵䙁 䴌䙁䠜䐚䝛䔋䙁㽛䀵䋲䀵㽛’䔋䔋䙁䴌

“䴺䔋䟾䲅” 䄒䐚䔋 䞷䠜䀵㢎 䀵䔋䝧㢎䠜䔋䋲䲅

䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㽛䟜䋲䋲䔋䋲 㒚㽛䋲 㡻䔋䞷㒚㽛 䴌䠜䙁䐚 㒚㽛 䠜㽛䙁䀵䟜䋲䝛㾴䙁䠜䟜㽛 䟜䖺 䐚䠜䒂䟾䔋㢎䖺䌈 “㞐 㒚䒂 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㱸䝛㒚㽛䲅 㞐䙁 䠜䟾 㒚 䝧㢎䔋㒚䟾䝛䀵䔋 䙁䟜 䒂䔋䔋䙁 䫷䟜䝛䲅”

䠜䙁㢎䝛䟜䴌䋲䔋䙁䀵䖺㢳㒚䔋㒚䟜㽛䙁䀵䝛䠜䝧䙁䞷㽛䠜㪞㒚䙁䏳䔋䠜㢎䝛䋲䟜䴌䔋㽛䋲䟜䙁㽛䙁䟜㒚䐚䋲㽛䔋䐚䙁䔋䠜㾴䒂㒚㒚㡻㢎䞷䀵㢎䲅䠜㢎㒚䟾䟜䔋䐚䙁䏳䔋䠜䐚㒚䲅㽛䋲䙁䐚䔋䙁㒚䐚䝛䟜䐚㢎䞷䔋䐚䙁䌈䠜䙁䔋䗹䟾㽛䝛㡲㽛䟜䫷䞷䝛䝧䝛䖺䟜䀵䔋䋲䗹䔋㽛䙁䋲䔋䠜㪞䞷㒚䙁㽛䙁䠜㽛㒚㪞䞷䟜䖺䝛䠜䀵㒚䟜䙁㽛䔋䝧䙁䠜䐚䲅䙁㡻䔋䠜䞷㽛㽛䔋䴌䟾䙁䴌㒚’䟾㽛䴌䚙䟜䔋䀵䐚䌈㡲䝛㽛䟜䖺䟾䟜䟜䐚䴌䖺䟜䀵䐚䠜䒂䙁䞷䔋䣢䠜䀵㢎䔋䋲䟜䟾䴌䙁䀵㽛䟜䀵䝧䟾䔋䙁䐚㒚䙁䔋䋲䝛䀵䌈䠜䐚䙁䴌䋲㒚䐚䝧䔋䫷䙁䐚䠜䟾䔋䔋㽛䟾䔋㡻䌈㢎㢎㒚䔋䔋䀵䣢㒚㽛䔋䙁䀵䐚䟜䀵䔋㒚䝧䙁㽛䟜䠜䙁䝛䠜䔋㽛䞷㡻

㵎䝛䙁 䟾䐚䔋 䙁䟜䟜㪞 䐚䠜䟾 䐚㒚㽛䋲 㒚㽛䫷䴌㒚䫷䲅

䚙䟜䙁 䋲䟜䠜㽛䞷 䟾䟜 㡻䫷 㡻䔋㢎䠜䔋䣢䠜㽛䞷 䠜㽛 䟾䟜䒂䔋 䀵䝛䒂䟜䀵䟾 䴌䟜䝛㢎䋲 㡻䔋 䀵䝛䋲䔋 㒚䖺䙁䔋䀵 㒚㢎㢎䲅

㽛䔋䐚䙁䏛㽛䔋䔋䞷䠜㒚䟾䴌㢎䠜㪞䔋㡲䝛㽛䠜䔋㢎䲅䠜䔋㡻䣢䞷㽛䋲㽛㒚䲅䔋䋲䔋䋲䠜㾴䠜䙁䔋䐚䏛䀵䔋䔋䟾㡻䣢䟜䟜㾴䖺䔋䀵㽛㒚䙁’䴌䟾㢎㾴䋲䟜䝛䐚䔋䀵䟾䔋㢎䖺䐚䔋䀵䲅䋲䴌䟜䝛㢎㒚䌈㢎㢎䔋䏳䠜䖺䀵䟜䙁䖺䔋㢳䀵

“㞐 㒚䒂 䣢䔋䀵䫷 䠜㽛䟾䝧䠜䀵䔋䋲 㡻䫷 䫷䟜䝛䀵 㡻䝛䟾䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䴌㒚䫷 䫷䟜䝛 㾴䟜㽛䋲䝛㾴䙁 䠜䙁䲅 㞐 䴌㒚䟾 䐚䟜䝧䠜㽛䞷 䫷䟜䝛 䴌䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䒂䠜㽛䋲 䒂䔋䔋䙁䠜㽛䞷 䒂䔋 䖺䟜䀵 㢎䝛㽛㾴䐚 䙁䟜䒂䟜䀵䀵䟜䴌䲅 䏳䔋 㾴㒚㽛 䋲䠜䟾㾴䝛䟾䟾 㡻䝛䟾䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾 䙁䐚㒚䙁 㾴㒚㽛 㡻䔋 㡻䔋㽛䔋䖺䠜㾴䠜㒚㢎 䖺䟜䀵 㡻䟜䙁䐚 䟜䖺 䝛䟾䲅” 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䟾㒚䠜䋲 䴌䐚䠜㢎䔋 䐚㒚㽛䋲䠜㽛䞷 䟜䣢䔋䀵 䐚䠜䟾 㾴㒚䀵䋲 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䐚㒚䋲 䐚䠜䟾 䟜䖺䖺䠜㾴䔋 㒚㽛䋲 䝧䔋䀵䟾䟜㽛㒚㢎 㽛䝛䒂㡻䔋䀵 㒚䟾 䴌䔋㢎㢎䲅

䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 㢎䟜䟜㪞䔋䋲 㒚䙁 䙁䐚䔋 㾴㒚䀵䋲 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋㽛 㒚䙁 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛䲅 䏛䐚䔋 㽛䟜䋲䋲䔋䋲 㒚䟾 䟾䐚䔋 䝧䟜㾴㪞䔋䙁䔋䋲 䙁䐚䔋 㾴㒚䀵䋲 㒚㽛䋲 䟾㒚䠜䋲䌈 “㞐 䴌䠜㢎㢎 㢎䔋䙁 䫷䟜䝛 㪞㽛䟜䴌 㡻䫷 䙁䐚䔋 䔋䣢䔋㽛䠜㽛䞷䲅”

䲅䋲”㒚䫷㒚 “㹢㒚䣢䔋 䋲㽛䋲䋲䟜䔋 䖺㢎䙁䔋䠜䔋䏳 㽛䌈䞷㒚䟾䠜䫷䐚䠜㢎䴌䔋䠜㽛㾴䔋㒚㽛䋲 䝛㡲㽛

“䴺䟜䝛 䙁䟜䟜䲅” 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䀵䔋䝧㢎䠜䔋䋲 䴌䠜䙁䐚 㾴䟜䝛䀵䙁䔋䟾䫷䲅

䄒䐚䔋 㡻䀵䠜䔋䖺 䔋䗹㾴䐚㒚㽛䞷䔋 㾴㒚䒂䔋 䙁䟜 㒚㽛 䔋㽛䋲 㡻䝛䙁 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲 䖺䔋䔋㢎 䙁䐚䔋 䞷㢎㒚䀵䔋 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 䒂㒚㽛 䖺䀵䟜䒂 䔋㒚䀵㢎䠜䔋䀵䲅 䄒䐚䔋 䒂㒚㽛 䴌䐚䟜 䴌㒚䟾 䐚䔋䀵 㡻䟜䋲䫷䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲 㡻䝛䙁 㒚㢎䟾䟜 䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䝛㢎䙁䔋䀵䠜䟜䀵 䒂䟜䙁䠜䣢䔋䟾䲅

䟜䙁㢎䔋䠜䝛䀵䀵㒚䙁䟜䔋䒂䣢䠜䟾䖺䔋䴌㒚䐚䔋䞷䐚䙁㽛䠜䟾䴌㒚㒚䫷䝛䞷㡻䋲㒚䔋䙁䀵䔋㽛䴌’䠜㽛㾴䔋䔋䌈䏳㢎㢎䟾䟜㽛㒚䫷䫷䲅䴌㒚

䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛䌈 䐚䟜䴌䔋䣢䔋䀵䌈 䴌㒚䟾 㒚 䣢㒚䀵䠜㒚㡻㢎䔋 䙁䐚䔋 䒂㒚㽛 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 㒚䖺䖺䟜䀵䋲 䟾䟜 䐚䔋 䋲䔋㾴䠜䋲䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䋲䠜䞷 䝛䝧 䟾䟜䒂䔋 䠜㽛䖺䟜䀵䒂㒚䙁䠜䟜㽛 䟜㽛 䐚䠜䒂䲅

㢳䖺䙁䔋䀵 㒚㢎㢎䌈 䐚䔋 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 㢎䠜㪞䔋 䣢㒚䀵䠜㒚㡻㢎䔋䟾䲅 䄒䐚㒚䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚䔋 㪞䠜㽛䋲 䟜䖺 䒂㒚㽛 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䴌㒚䟾䲅

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‘㞐䙁’䟾 䋲䠜䖺䖺䔋䀵䔋㽛䙁䲅’ 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䟾㒚䠜䋲 䠜㽛 䐚䠜䟾 䐚䔋㒚䋲 䴌䐚䠜㢎䔋 䋲䀵䠜䣢䠜㽛䞷 䐚䠜䟾 㾴㒚䀵䲅

㕯䏳䐚㒚䙁 䠜䟾䌈 䐚䟜䟾䙁㨭䞟

䞷䠜䲅䀵䫷䔋䣢㽛䢦䐚䙁”䏳䔋䠜㽛䝛㡲䀵㢎䠜䔋䝧䲅䔋䋲

㕯䏛䟜 䫷䟜䝛 㽛䟜䙁䠜㾴䔋䋲䞟

‘䴺䟜䝛 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 㞐 䴌䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁㨭’ 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲䌈 䟜䖺䖺䔋㽛䋲䔋䋲 㡻䫷 䙁䐚䔋 䖺㒚㾴䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䙁䐚䔋 䟾䫷䟾䙁䔋䒂 䴌䟜䝛㢎䋲 䔋䣢䔋㽛 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 䟾䟜䲅

䙁䐚䟜䝛䐚䙁䞷䋲㽛䠜䒂䙁䠜䟜㽛䫷䒂㪞䙁㾴䀵䟾䠜䙁䟾䝛㧄䙁䠜䲅䔋䒂䟜䔋䖺䀵䔋㡻㽛䟜䋲䙁䠜㾴䔋䝧䫷㽛䠜㒚䞷㢎㡻䟜䙁䐚㡻䔋䟜䀵䲅㒚䋲䟾䠜䝛䙁㡻㽛䟜䞷䀵䴌’㞐䠜䔋䏳㡲䝛㽛㽛䙁㽛䟜㒚㾴䔋䒂㡻㒚䫷䟾㒚䴌㾴㒚’䟾䟾䲅䔋㽛䠜㞐䟾㒚䴌䙁䝛㡻䟾䟜䞷䒂䠜䔋㽛䙁䐚㽛䟜䞷䀵䴌䠜䙁

䏳䐚㒚䙁 䐚䔋 䒂䔋㒚㽛䙁 㡻䫷 䔋䣢䔋䀵䫷䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䋲䠜䖺䖺䔋䀵䔋㽛䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚䔋 㒚䋲䋲䠜䙁䠜䟜㽛 䟜䖺 䟾䟜䒂䔋 㽛䔋䴌 䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷䟾䲅 䏳䐚䔋㽛 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㾴㒚䒂䔋 䙁䟜 䙁䐚䠜䟾 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲䌈 䙁䐚䔋 䖺䠜䀵䟾䙁 䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 䐚䔋 䋲䠜䋲 㒚䖺䙁䔋䀵 㡻䔋㾴䟜䒂䠜㽛䞷 㒚㾴䙁䠜䣢䔋 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䟜 䞷䔋䙁 䠜㽛䖺䟜䀵䒂㒚䙁䠜䟜㽛 䟜㽛 䙁䐚䔋 䔋㽛䙁䠜䀵䔋 㾴䠜䙁䫷䲅 䄒䐚㒚䙁 㒚㢎䟾䟜 䠜㽛㾴㢎䝛䋲䔋䋲 䙁䐚䔋 㾴䠜䙁䫷’䟾 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䠜䔋䟾䌈 䙁䐚䔋 㽛㒚䒂䔋䟾 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 㡻䝛䀵䔋㒚䝛㾴䀵㒚䙁䟾䌈 䙁䐚䔋 㾴䟜䒂䝧㒚㽛䠜䔋䟾 䠜㽛 䠜䙁䌈 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䞷䔋䟜䞷䀵㒚䝧䐚䫷 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 㾴䠜䙁䫷䲅

㞐䙁 䐚㒚䋲 㽛䟜 䒂䔋㽛䙁䠜䟜㽛 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷䲅 㹢䟜䴌䔋䣢䔋䀵䌈 䴌䐚䔋㽛 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䙁㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲 䬆㒚䀵㪞 䏳䠜㢎䟾䟜㽛 䙁䟜 䀵䝛㽛 㒚 㾴䐚䔋㾴㪞 䟜㽛 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛䌈 䐚䔋 䠜㽛䖺䟜䀵䒂䔋䋲 䐚䠜䒂 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䐚䔋 䴌䟜䀵㪞䔋䋲 䖺䟜䀵 䟾䟜䒂䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷’䟾 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䒂䠜䟾䟾䲅

䒂䙁䟜䟾䔋䐚䙁䐚㒚䋲㽛㒚䋲䟾㒚䴌㾴䙁䠜䫷䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋䟾䔋䒂䟜䔋䙁䐚䟜䖺䀵䔋䌈䙁䝛㒚䟾䝛㡻䀵㒚㾴䙁㡻䲅䠜䟜䔋㾴㽛䒂䔋㒚㽛䔋䴌䀵䔋䟜㽛䒂䟜䀵䔋䏳䠜䔋䟜䏛䔋䖺㒚䒂䠜䟾㢎䌈䠜㾴䔋㒚䟾䔋䝛㡻䒂䟜䠜䌈㒚㾴䔋䟾䝧㽛䒂䔋䟜䟾䌈䠜䔋䒂䙁䙁䐚䙁㒚䖺䟜㽛䝛䀵㒚㢎㢎䌈䐚䔋㒚㽛䋲㒚䙁䐚’䠜䟾䐚䄒䉠䠜䟾䔋䔋䒂䟾䟜㒚䞷㒚䠜㽛䲅䐚䀵䔋㒚䋲㒚䔋䐚䙁䙁䟜䒂䀵䔋䟜䝧㾴䔋䙁㪞㢎䠜㒚䟾䔋䔋䗹㽛䙁䋲䔋䋲㡻䔋䔋䀵䖺䟜䲅䔋䀵䒂䟜䐚㾴㪞䔋㾴䝛㡲㽛㾴䠜䙁䫷䔋䐚䋲㾴䠜䔋䋲䋲䔋

䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䙁䐚䟜䝛䞷䐚䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䐚䔋 䐚㒚䋲 䀵䔋䟾䔋㒚䀵㾴䐚䔋䋲 䠜䙁 䴌䀵䟜㽛䞷 㡻䔋䖺䟜䀵䔋䌈 㡻䝛䙁 䐚䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䐚㒚䣢䔋 㡻䔋䔋㽛 䴌䀵䟜㽛䞷 䠜㽛 䔋䣢䔋䀵䫷 㒚䟾䝧䔋㾴䙁䲅 䄒䐚䔋 㾴䠜䙁䫷 䐚㒚䋲 㾴䐚㒚㽛䞷䔋䋲䲅

㕯䏳䔋㢎㢎䌈 䟜䖺 㾴䟜䝛䀵䟾䔋 䠜䙁 䋲䠜䋲䞟

䐚䔋䄒㕯䟜䖺䟾䟜䟜䙁䐚䙁䙁㒚㽛䔋㢎䟜䣢䙁䐚䔋㽛㒚䐚䞷㾴䔋䟾䙁䐚䔋㒚䀵䞷䋲䔋䋲㽛㾴䠜㾴㒚䞷䟜䀵䔋㡻䟜䙁㒚䟾䣢㒚䔋䐚䀵䒂䖺䟜䔋㽛䠜䟾㒚䀵䋲㾴䔋㴶䙁䟜㢎䔋䴌㢎䞟

㕯䚙䟜䙁 㧄䝛䟾䙁 䙁䐚䠜䟾 㾴䠜䙁䫷䞟

㕯䄒䐚䔋 䔋㽛䙁䠜䀵䔋 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲 㾴䐚㒚㽛䞷䔋䋲䞟

䐚䄒䔋㕯 䝧䟜䴌䀵䔋 䒂䞷㒚㽛䠜㒚䞟㽛䠜䠜䙁䟜䫷䟜䝛䀵 㒚䙁 䠜䟾䐚䔋䔋䀵 䀵㒚䖺㡻䟜㽛䔋䋲䫷䀵䟜䴌㪞

㕯䢦䗹䝧㒚㽛䋲䠜㽛䞷 䙁䐚䔋 䟾䠜䉠䔋 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲 䠜䟾 㾴䐚䠜㢎䋲’䟾 䝧㢎㒚䫷䞟

䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䟾䔋䀵䠜䟜䝛䟾㢎䫷 㾴䟜㽛䙁䔋䒂䝧㢎㒚䙁䔋䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䠜䟾䟾䝛䔋䲅 㞐䙁 䴌㒚䟾㽛’䙁 䙁䐚䔋 䖺㒚㾴䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䠜䙁 䴌㒚䟾 㒚㽛 䠜䒂䝧䟜䟾䟾䠜㡻㢎䔋 䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷䲅 㞐䖺 䐚䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲 㡻䔋 㡻䀵䟜䝛䞷䐚䙁 䙁䟜 㒚㽛䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲䌈 䙁䐚䔋㽛 䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋 䴌㒚䟾 㒚 䞷䟜䟜䋲 㾴䐚㒚㽛㾴䔋 䒂㒚㽛䫷 䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷䟾 䴌䔋䀵䔋 䝧䟜䟾䟾䠜㡻㢎䔋 㒚䟾 䴌䔋㢎㢎䲅

㹢䌈䀵䟜䣢䔋䔋䴌 䟜䋲䟾䟜䲅㡲䝛㽛 䙁䟜㒚䟾䴌 䖺䟜䙁㒚䐚䴌 䏳䔋䠜㡻䫷 䀵䴌䔋䟜䝧 㽛㒚䔋䐚䙁䠜䋲䣢䠜㢎䠜㽛䋲㒚䝛 䀵䒂㢎䣢䐚䴌䔋䋲䔋䔋䟜

‘㞐䟾 䠜䙁 䙁䐚䔋 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲㨭’ 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲䲅

㕯㞐䖺 䙁䐚䔋 䴌䟜䀵㢎䋲 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲 䋲䟜 䟾䟜䒂䔋䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 㢎䠜㪞䔋 䙁䐚䠜䟾䞟

䙁㞐㕯䟜㢎䴌㽛䙁䝛’䋲䟾䙁㒚䫷䐚䔋䔋䀵䞟䔋䀵䔋䣢

䄒䐚䔋 䟾䫷䟾䙁䔋䒂 䀵䔋䝧㢎䠜䔋䋲 䴌䠜䙁䐚 㒚㽛䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 䒂㒚㪞䔋 㒚㽛䫷 䟾䔋㽛䟾䔋 䙁䟜 䐚䠜䒂䲅 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䝛㽛䋲䔋䀵䟾䙁㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䔋䟾䟾䔋㽛㾴䔋 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 䠜䟾䟾䝛䔋 䐚䔋䀵䔋 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䝧䟜䴌䔋䀵 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 㡻䔋䠜㽛䞷䟾 䠜㽛䣢䟜㢎䣢䔋䋲䲅

䄒䐚䠜䟾 䴌㒚䟾 㒚㢎㢎 䙁䟜䟜 㽛䔋䴌 䖺䟜䀵 䐚䠜䒂 㒚㽛䋲 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 䟜䣢䔋䀵䴌䐚䔋㢎䒂䔋䋲 㡻䫷 䒂㒚㽛䫷䌈 䒂㒚㽛䫷 䖺㒚㾴䙁䟜䀵䟾 㒚䙁 䟜㽛㾴䔋䲅

‘䙁䠜㨭 㒚䟾䔋䋲㪞䲅 䠜䟾 㽛䔋䐚䄒’ 䟜䐚䴌㽛䝛㡲䔋䏳䠜

㕯…䞟

䚙䟜 䀵䔋䝧㢎䫷 㾴㒚䒂䔋䲅 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䝛㽛䋲䔋䀵䟾䙁䟜䟜䋲 䴌䐚㒚䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䒂䔋㒚㽛䙁 䟾䟜 䐚䔋 䀵䔋䒂㒚䠜㽛䔋䋲 㘴䝛䠜䔋䙁䲅 㢳䖺䙁䔋䀵 㒚㢎㢎䌈 䐚䔋 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 㪞㽛䟜䴌 䴌䐚㒚䙁 䴌㒚䟾 㒚䙁 䟾䙁㒚㪞䔋 䐚䔋䀵䔋䲅 㹢䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䖺䝛㢎㢎䫷 㾴䟜䒂䝧䀵䔋䐚䔋㽛䋲 䙁䐚䔋 䔋㽛䙁䠜䀵䔋 䠜䟾䟾䝛䔋 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䐚䠜䟾 㽛䔋䴌䖺䟜䝛㽛䋲 㪞㽛䟜䴌㢎䔋䋲䞷䔋䲅

䄒䐚䔋 䋲䋲㽛䔋䔋䔋 㽛䠜䞷䣢䟜䒂䖺䋲䙁䔋䔋㒚 䙁䟜㢳㽛䋲䠜䏳䔋 䖺㒚䀵䟜䲅䀵䴌䋲䋲䟜 䟜䙁䙁䐚㒚䙁䙁䐚䔋 䋲䴌䌈䀵䀵䟜䖺㒚䟜䙁䫷㒚䴌 䟾㒚䴌 䔋㪞䔋䝧 䙁䟜 䟾㒚䟜㽛䙁䝧䲅䙁䀵䞷䠜䟾䟜䟜㽛䫷㢎䒂䟜䔋䣢㽛䝛㡲

㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰㿰

䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䀵䔋䙁䝛䀵㽛䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䙁䐚䔋 䟜䖺䖺䠜㾴䔋 䟜䖺 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷䲅 㦳㽛㾴䔋 䙁䐚䔋䫷 䴌䔋䀵䔋 㒚㢎䟜㽛䔋䌈 㹢䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲 㽛䟜䙁 䐚䔋㢎䝧 㡻䝛䙁 䟾㒚䫷䌈 “䬆䠜䟾䟾䌈 㞐 䋲䟜㽛’䙁 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 䠜䙁 䠜䟾 㒚 䞷䟜䟜䋲 䠜䋲䔋㒚 䙁䟜 䒂䔋䔋䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䒂㒚㽛䲅”

䟜䖺䀵䙁㒚㵨䔋㽛䞷䐚䔋䟜㪞㢎䟜䀵䝛䫷䟜䐚䔋䴺䝛䔋䀵䔋䀵䒂䔋䒂㡻䔋䋲䙁㽛䠜䋲’㒚㽛䋲”㞐䟾䣢䠜”䲅䔋䙁䟜䒂䠜㽛㒚䞷䟾㪞㒚䋲䣢䠜㾴䔋䲅䔋㢎䠜㪞䐚䋲㒚㽛䟜’䋲䙁䋲㽛㢳䫷䟾䔋䔋䫷㒚㽛㢎䋲䟜㪞䔋䟜䟾䌈䋲㒚䠜䐚䠜䒂䙁䠜䴌䐚䟜䔋䙁䀵㢎䀵䝛䠜䔋䟾䠜㢎䟾䀵䟾䟾㽛䔋䗹䝧䟜䔋䋲㡻䟾䠜䌈䔋䟾䔋

“䴺䟜䝛 㾴㒚㽛㽛䟜䙁 㧄䝛䋲䞷䔋 㒚 䝧䔋䀵䟾䟜㽛 䖺䝛㢎㢎䫷 㡻䫷 䙁䐚䔋䠜䀵 㒚㾴䙁䠜䟜㽛䟾䲅” 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䙁䀵䠜䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䝧䔋䀵䟾䝛㒚䋲䔋 䐚䔋䀵 㡻䝛䙁 䠜䙁 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 䐚㒚䣢䔋 㒚㽛䫷 䔋䖺䖺䔋㾴䙁䌈 “䏛䟜 䟾䐚䟜䝛㢎䋲 㞐 䙁䀵䔋㒚䙁 䫷䟜䝛 䙁䐚䔋 䟾㒚䒂䔋㨭” 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲 䠜㽛 䀵䔋䙁䝛䀵㽛䲅

䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䐚㒚䋲 㽛䟜 䀵䔋䝧㢎䫷 䙁䟜 䙁䐚㒚䙁 㡻䔋㾴㒚䝛䟾䔋 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 㒚㢎䟾䟜 䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋 㧄䝛䟾䙁 䖺䟜䀵 䐚䠜䟾 䟜䴌㽛 䝧䝛䀵䝧䟜䟾䔋䟾䲅 䄒䐚䔋 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 㒚䖺䙁䔋䀵 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚䔋 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷 䙁䟜 䴌䐚䠜㾴䐚 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䴌㒚䟾 䔋㽛䞷㒚䞷䔋䋲䲅 㞐䙁 䴌㒚䟾㽛’䙁 㒚㽛 䔋㽛䞷㒚䞷䔋䒂䔋㽛䙁 䟜䖺 䐚㒚䝧䝧䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾 㡻䝛䙁 㽛䟜䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 㡻䝛䙁 䙁䐚䔋 㢎䔋㾴䐚䔋䀵䫷 䟜䖺 䙁䐚䔋 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䒂㒚䟾䙁䔋䀵 䟜䖺 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷䲅

㾴䟜㽛㽛䣢䠜䔋䔋㽛䙁䄒䙁䐚㒚䔋䣢䟜䒂䖺䲅䔋䠜㢎䠜㒚㽛䙁䟾䞷㒚䐚䠜䟾䫷䔋䔋䟾䲅䟜䟾㒚㽛䴌䔋䙁䋲䟜䙁㒚䟾㒚é䔋䠜䖺㽛㾴䟾䠜䐚䖺㒚䒂㢎䫷䠜䲅䏗䔋䐚㽛䔋㡻㽛䠜䞷㽛䠜䏛䟜䐚㒚䐚䔋䖺䟜䝛䝛䖺㡻䠜㢎䙁㒚䔋䟾䙁䟜㢎䔋㽛䀵䲅䐚䔋㡻䔋䔋䝛䴺䋲䟜㢎䝛䴌㒚䔋䏛䔋䟾㒚䴌䙁䙁䐚㒚䞷㵨䔋㽛䐚䠜䟾㒚䴌䟾䖺䠜䙁䟾䀵䙁䠜㒚䫷䴌㽛䟜䙁䀵䖺䟜䙁䫷䟾䔋䀵䋲㒚㽛䒂’䟾䙁䙁䐚㒚

㵎䔋䟾䠜䋲䔋䟾䌈 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾㽛’䙁 䔋㽛䙁䠜䀵䔋㢎䫷 䙁䐚䔋䀵䔋 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䠜䒂䝧䝛䀵䔋 䠜㽛䙁䔋㽛䙁䠜䟜㽛䟾䲅 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䴌㒚䟾㽛’䙁 䐚㒚䝧䝧䫷 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䒂㒚䀵䀵䠜㒚䞷䔋 䟾䟜 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 䟾䟜䀵䙁 䟜䖺 䋲䟜䠜㽛䞷 䐚䔋䀵 㒚 䖺㒚䣢䟜䀵 㒚䟾 䴌䔋㢎㢎䲅 㦳䀵 㒚䙁 㢎䔋㒚䟾䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䐚䟜䴌 䐚䔋 䣢䠜䔋䴌䔋䋲 䐚䠜䟾 㒚㾴䙁䠜䟜㽛䟾䲅

“㵎䝛䙁 㞐 䟾䙁䠜㢎㗣㗣㗣” 㹢䔋 㡻䔋䞷㒚㽛 䙁䟜 䟾㒚䫷 䴌䐚䔋㽛 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 䠜㽛䙁䔋䀵䀵䝛䝧䙁䔋䋲 㡻䫷 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䴌䐚䟜 䟾㒚䠜䋲䌈 “䬆䠜䟾䙁䔋䀵 䏗䐚䔋㽛䌈 䖺䟜䀵 䟾䟜䒂䔋 䀵䔋㒚䟾䟜㽛 䫷䟜䝛 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 䒂䫷 㢎䠜䖺䔋 䠜䟾 㒚㽛䫷 䟜䖺 䫷䟜䝛䀵 㡻䝛䟾䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾䲅”

䔋䟾䟾䠜䟜䗹䔋䀵㢎䝧䟾䟾㽛䔋䟾㒚䴌䔋䐚䀵䔋䙁䒂䙁䌈䠜䔋䠜䐚䟾䄒䟾㒚䴌䔋䐚䀵䟜㽛䟾䄒䐚䠜䙁䟜䞷㽛㽛䠜䐚䠜䒂䙁䌈䔋䙁䝛㡻㽛䟜䟾䟜䋲䔋㽛㢎䟾㾴䔋㾴䲅㒚䖺㒚䔋䖺㾴䲅䀵䙁䐚䔋䔋

“㞐 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 䠜䙁 䴌䟜䝛㢎䋲 㡻䔋 㡻䔋䙁䙁䔋䀵 䠜䖺 䫷䟜䝛 䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲䔋䋲 䒂䔋 䖺䀵䟜䒂 䟜䝛䙁䟾䠜䋲䔋 䒂䫷 䀵䟜䟜䒂 䝛㽛䙁䠜㢎 䖺䝛䀵䙁䐚䔋䀵 㽛䟜䙁䠜㾴䔋䲅” 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷 䟾㒚䠜䋲䌈 䙁䐚䔋 䟾㒚䒂䔋 㾴䟜㢎䋲 䔋䗹䝧䀵䔋䟾䟾䠜䟜㽛 䟜㽛 䐚䔋䀵 䖺㒚㾴䔋䲅

䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䐚䔋䟾䠜䙁㒚䙁䔋䋲䌈 䐚䔋 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 䴌㒚㽛䙁 䙁䟜 㡻㢎䟜䴌 䐚䠜䟾 㾴䐚㒚㽛㾴䔋䟾 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷䌈 䐚䠜䟾 䙁䠜㾴㪞䔋䙁 䙁䟜 䙁䐚䔋 䖺㒚䒂䠜㢎䫷 䐚䔋 䴌㒚䟾 㒚䖺䙁䔋䀵䲅 䏛䟜 䐚䔋 䋲䔋㾴䠜䋲䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䞷䠜䣢䔋 䠜㽛 䖺䟜䀵 㽛䟜䴌 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䀵䫷 㒚䞷㒚䠜㽛 㢎㒚䙁䔋䀵䲅

㽛䠜䔋䐚䙁㒚㽛䋲䞷䠜㪞㒚㽛䙁䟜䀵䙁䐚㽛䔋㒚䙁䝛䟜䋲䀵㒚䝛䞷㾴䔋㒚䒂䙁䟜䝧䟾䟾䙁䔋㽛䔋㹢䠜䔋䴌䐚㢎䖺䖺䠜䲅㾴䔋䟜䟾䠜䐚䟜䠜䋲䔋䟾䝛䙁

“䴺䟜䝛 㢎䟜䟜㪞 䙁䀵䟜䝛㡻㢎䔋䋲䌈 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䒂㒚㽛䲅” 䄒䐚䔋 䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 㡻䟜䋲䫷䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲䌈 㒚 䟾㢎䠜䞷䐚䙁㢎䫷 䟜㢎䋲䔋䀵 䒂㒚㽛 䠜㽛 䐚䠜䟾 䖺䟜䀵䙁䠜䔋䟾 䟾㒚䠜䋲䲅

“㞐䙁’䟾 㽛䟜䙁䐚䠜㽛䞷 䒂㒚㧄䟜䀵䲅 㞐䙁’䟾 㧄䝛䟾䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䒂䫷 䞷䝛䙁 䠜䟾 䙁䔋㢎㢎䠜㽛䞷 䒂䔋 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䞷䝛䫷 䖺䀵䟜䒂 䔋㒚䀵㢎䠜䔋䀵 䠜䟾㽛’䙁 䞷䟜䟜䋲 㽛䔋䴌䟾 㒚㽛䋲 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䒂㒚’㒚䒂 䟾䐚䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䒂䔋䔋䙁 䐚䠜䒂䲅” 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䔋䗹䝧㢎㒚䠜㽛䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䙁䐚䔋 䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲䲅

䲅㽛㒚䔋䒂䖺䟜㾴䠜㽛䀵䞷 㞐 䀵䙁䋲䔋㒚㽛䟾䋲㽛䝛 䋲䀵㢎䔋䟜 䞷䋲䝛㒚䀵 䋲䟾㒚䲅䠜㽛䝛䠜䙁㒚䝧䀵䟜䙁䔋䐚䠜䒂䟾䔋㢎䖺䖺䟜䀵 䟾㒚䐚 䔋㹢”䏳䌈䔋㢎㢎 䟜䫷䝛䟜㽛 䴌㒚䐚䙁㒚䲅䴌”䟜㽛䒂䔋 䄒䐚䔋

“䏳䐚㒚䙁㨭” 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䴌㒚䟾 䟾䐚䟜㾴㪞䔋䋲䲅 㹢䔋 䋲䠜䋲㽛’䙁 䙁䐚䠜㽛㪞 䠜䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䋲䔋䔋䝧䲅 㢳㢎㢎 䐚䔋 䙁䐚䟜䝛䞷䐚䙁 䴌㒚䟾 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䠜䙁 䒂䝛䟾䙁 䐚㒚䣢䔋 㡻䔋䔋㽛 䙁䐚䔋 㾴㒚䟾䔋 䟜䖺 㒚 䝧㢎㒚䫷㡻䟜䫷䲅 㹢䔋 㽛䔋䣢䔋䀵 䔋䗹䝧䔋㾴䙁䔋䋲 䠜䙁 䙁䟜 㡻䔋 䙁䐚㒚䙁䲅

“䴺䔋㒚䐚䲅 㢳㽛䋲 䠜䙁’䟾 䒂䝛㾴䐚 䴌䟜䀵䟾䔋䲅 㹢䔋 䐚㒚䟾 㡻䔋䔋㽛 䟾䝧䟜䙁䙁䔋䋲 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䟾䔋䣢䔋䀵㒚㢎 䴌䟜䒂䔋㽛 䋲䔋䟾䝧䠜䙁䔋 㡻䔋䠜㽛䞷 䔋㽛䞷㒚䞷䔋䋲 㒚㽛䋲 䔋䣢䔋㽛 㽛䟜䴌 䙁䐚㒚䙁 䐚䔋 䠜䟾 䒂㒚䀵䀵䠜䔋䋲䌈 䐚䔋’䟾 䟾䙁䠜㢎㢎 䀵䝛䒂䟜䀵䔋䋲 䙁䟜 㡻䔋 䠜㽛䣢䟜㢎䣢䔋䋲 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䙁䐚䔋 䖺㒚䒂䟜䝛䟾 㒚㾴䙁䀵䔋䟾䟾 䛝䠜㒚 䛸䝛䲅” 䄒䐚䔋 䟜䙁䐚䔋䀵 䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲 䒂㒚㽛 䔋䗹䝧㢎㒚䠜㽛䔋䋲䲅

䋲㒚䐚䐚䟜㒚䏛䋲䟜㒚䟾䠜䋲䛸䝛”䙁䏳䐚㒚䝛㽛䙁䠜㒚䲅䟜䝧䙁䔋䀵㞐䫷䟜䝛䝧䫷䙁䔋䋲䟜䟜䞷㒚䠜䛝䙁’䠜䋲䋲㽛䐚䙁㒚䙁㽛䐚䏗䔋㒚䴌䟾䖺䟜䔋䟾㾴䝛䔋㒚㡻㒚㪞㽛䴌䟜䔋䒂㒚㨭㽛䟾䐚䔋㒚䐚䙁䙁”㢎䀵䠜䲅䞷

“㢳䐚䐚… 䴺䟜䝛 㪞㽛䟜䴌 䙁䐚䔋䟾䔋 䀵䠜㾴䐚 䝧㢎㒚䫷㡻䟜䫷䟾䲅 䄒䐚䔋䫷 㪞㽛䟜䴌 䐚䟜䴌 䙁䟜 䙁䀵㒚䝧 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䴌䟜䒂䔋㽛䲅 㞐 㡻䔋䙁 䐚䔋 㒚㢎䟾䟜 㒚䝧䝧䀵䟜㒚㾴䐚䔋䋲 䫷䟜䝛㽛䞷 䒂䠜䟾䟾 䝛㽛䋲䔋䀵 䙁䐚䔋 䞷䝛䠜䟾䔋 䟜䖺 㡻䝛䟾䠜㽛䔋䟾䟾 㡻䝛䙁 䠜㽛䙁䔋㽛䋲䟾 䙁䟜 䒂㒚㪞䔋 㒚 䒂䟜䣢䔋 䟜㽛 䐚䔋䀵䲅” 䄒䐚䔋 䟜㢎䋲 䒂㒚㽛 䔋䗹䝧㢎㒚䠜㽛䔋䋲 䒂䟜䀵䔋䲅

“䄒䐚䔋㽛䌈 䠜䟾㽛’䙁 䙁䐚㒚䙁 㡻㒚䋲㨭 䏛䐚䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䴌䔋 䟾䙁䟜䝧 䐚䔋䀵㨭” 䟾䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲䲅

䠜䞷㽛䟾䔋䐚䟜䒂䙁䋲䠜䲅㒚䟾䐚䏳䙁”㒚䔋䐚䄒䠜㽛䀵䔋䋲㢎䟜䐚䙁㒚䙁㽛㒚㾴䐚䔋䀵䋲䟜䴌䔋㾴㒚䔋䟾䔋䙁㾴䟜䙁䀵䝧䴌䔋㽛㒚㾴䔋㪞䠜㢎㢎㢎㢳䞷䋲䝛䀵㒚䟾䠜䟜䋲㨭䝧䝧㽛䲅䟾㒚䐚䔋”

䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 㽛䟜䋲䋲䔋䋲 㡻䝛䙁 䐚䔋 䟾䙁䠜㢎㢎 䴌㒚䟾㽛’䙁 䟾㒚䙁䠜䟾䖺䠜䔋䋲䲅 㹢䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲㽛’䙁 䝧䝛䟾䐚 䐚䠜䟾 䝧䀵䟜䞷䀵䔋䟾䟾 䴌䠜䙁䐚 䴺䝛䔋 㵨䔋㽛䞷䌈 㡻䝛䙁 䐚䔋 㾴䟜䝛㢎䋲 䞷䔋䙁 䀵䠜䋲 䟜䖺 㒚 䣢㒚䀵䠜㒚㡻㢎䔋 䟜㽛 䐚䠜䟾 䟜䴌㽛䲅

“㞐 㽛䔋䔋䋲 䙁䟜 䒂㒚㪞䔋 㒚 㾴㒚㢎㢎䲅” 䏛䐚㒚䟜 䏗䐚䔋㽛 䟾㒚䠜䋲 㒚㽛䋲 㢎䔋䖺䙁䲅

䙁䝛䟜䟜㽛䋲䠜䋲䠜䙁䲅㒚䟾㒚䋲㽛䲅”㒚㽛䝛㱸䋲䀵㢎䟜䔋䔋㾴㽛䟜㢳䟾䋲䠜䋲䌈䋲䌈䔋㽛䔋㾴㽛䙁䟜㾴䟜㪞䙁䟜䝧䐚䟜䔋㽛”㞐䔋䐚䙁䒂䙁䔋䀵㒚䟾䔋䐚䋲䋲㒚㢎䠜䔋䙁䐚䔋䟜䫷䝛䟾䠜䐚䠜䌈㒚䟾䋲㽛䀵䝛䒂㡻䔋䙁䐚䔋㒚㢎㒚㾴㢎䋲䝛㒚䀵䞷䋲䟾䌈㒚䠜䀵䞷䝛䋲㒚䝛䟜㽛䞷䫷

“㽍䟜䟜䋲䲅” 䏳䔋䠜 㡲䝛㽛 䟾㒚䠜䋲 㡻䔋䖺䟜䀵䔋 䐚䔋 㒚䟾㪞䔋䋲䌈 “㹢䟜䴌’䟾 䫷䟜䝛䀵 䋲㒚䝛䞷䐚䙁䔋䀵 㡻䫷 䙁䐚䔋 䴌㒚䫷㨭”

“䄒䐚㒚㽛㪞䟾 䙁䟜 䫷䟜䝛䀵 䞷䀵㒚㾴䔋䌈 䟾䐚䔋 㾴㒚㽛 㽛䟜䴌 䴌㒚㢎㪞䲅 㞐 䐚䟜䝧䔋 䫷䟜䝛 㾴㒚㽛 䖺䟜䀵䞷䠜䣢䔋 䒂䔋 䖺䟜䀵 㽛䟜䙁 㡻䔋䠜㽛䞷 㒚 㡻䠜䞷䞷䔋䀵 䐚䔋㢎䝧 䙁䟜 䫷䟜䝛 䖺䟜䀵 䴌䐚㒚䙁 䫷䟜䝛 䐚㒚䣢䔋 䋲䟜㽛䔋 䖺䟜䀵 䒂䔋䲅” 䄒䐚䔋 䟜㢎䋲䔋䀵 䞷䝛㒚䀵䋲 䟾㒚䠜䋲䲅

㽛䠜䟜䋲䞷䔋㡻䟾䠜㒚䋲㽛㡲䝛䠜㽛㢎㾴㒚㢎㞐䋲䟾㾴䔋䔋䠜䲅㽛䋲㾴䲅䟜䙁㽛䏳䔋䠜㢎䠜䴌㢎䝧㢎䔋㽛䙁䫷䲅䟜”䔋䝛䀵䴺’䔋䐚䙁䀵䔋䟜䖺䔋㡻䝛㾴䲅”䟜䐚䙁

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Chapter 168: Information
Chapter 168

Wei Jun working in his office when he received a call from an unknown number. He picked it up and heard the female voice on the other side, “Good evening, Mister Ruan.”

“Miss Peng. I thought you weren’t going to consider this.” Wei Jun said since it was very late into the night when she called him. The clock was pushing eleven and he expected to hear from her in the evening, not at this time.

Wei Jun had no reason to go home so he decided to just work in the office and spend the night.

“Your reputation made me hesitant.” She was quite blunt when she said that. She then added, “I am in a desperate situation and you are known for taking advantage of women over that issue.”

“Then why did you call?” Wei Jun asked.

“The man I met today didn’t display such signs. I could have been mistaken or you were just concealing it well. Either way, I don’t know for sure so let us meet and discuss business.” Yue Peng said.

Wei Jun nodded and said, “Let us meet tomorrow for lunch then.”

“Very well.” The call ended, from the other side, and Wei Jun leaned back in his seat. Wei Jun didn’t know what impact Yue Peng had on the story because he hadn’t read that novel part yet. In the first volume, it was mostly introductory and Shao Chen was just a messiah to people.

Nothing else. No other character was introduced and Yue Peng wasn’t mentioned as well. Wei Jun was going in blind with this novel and he had no idea what was going on.

But what he did know was that Shao Chen was there for a reason and that reason seemed to be connected with Yue Peng.

[Weakening his relationship with her won’t do anything]

[You need to target his reputation and influence]

Wei Jun nodded. He was low on level and very much behind on cultivation. His cultivation depended entirely on his level and his level was currently pathetic. He wouldn’t be able to escape from Sun Ruan’s influence without power.

Power he didn’t have.

Just as Wei Jun was in that dilemma, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and the other person spoke in a pure Chinese accent, “Shall we meet?”

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“He made a call today at this number.” Mark Wilson said and showed Wei Jun a picture. The picture was of a burly man with thick dyed green hair and a scar on his left eye. His skin was tanned and his face wasn’t charming in the least.

Even through the picture, Wei Jun could tell that the man was a killer.

“His name is Raymond Ten.” Mark Wilson said, “He is a mercenary. A well-known mercenary. His team isn’t unheard of even though it hasn’t been long since he established it. The reason?”

Mark asked as he placed another photograph on the table. The photograph of a familiar man.

“One Shao Chen. The sole reason why his mercenary team is so well known.” Mark said as he sipped his coffee and continued, “Shao Chen is a cultivator at the Qi manifestation realm. Despite his realm, he is still very efficient, skilled, and several times stronger than his peers.”

“Shao Chen joined this particular mercenary team three years ago, on the promise that Raymond would help Shao Chen with his problem back here in this city,” Mark said and stopped speaking.

Wei Jun took out a flower from his pocket. It was crystal solid and emitting a chill that for some reason couldn’t be felt from Wei Jun’s pocket but now that it was out in the open, he could Mark could feel it.

Well, Wei Jun was keeping it in his inventory.

Mark hurriedly grabbed the flower only to let it go the next moment because of how cold it was. Wei Jun pulled out a piece of paper next and wrapped the flower in it and said, “This will help the person you want to. It is a hundred years old cold blade flower. It had enough Yin Qi to free everything in its vicinity. But for some reason, it only harms fire-attributed things. Such as you with fire-attributed mana, me with yang energy but not this table.”

Mark took the flower wrapped in the cloth, looked at Wei Jun, and said, “I guess you now trust me enough to speak.”

“Good work,” was all Wei Jun said and left the restaurant they were both meeting in.

It was well past two in the morning and Wei Jun still wasn’t tired. He decided to go home instead of his office and rest, even if he had to force it. His core stability was just twenty percent left. He could do it even now but for some reason, he didn’t want to. He just wanted to lie down in his bed and sleep.

That was his way of coping with his new life.

After all, Wei Jun wasn’t as busy as he was in his previous life. He barely ran ten businesses now and even they were all on the starting level. The most trouble they gave him was the signing of documents.

As Wei Jun arrived at his home, he felt something. A presence. But for some reason, he didn’t worry about it. It didn’t belong to someone he was familiar with but he still didn’t panic.

There was no hostility in the presence. Wei Jun sighed and made his way to the kitchen from where he could feel the person. He entered to see the blue-eyed girl, Yan Rong merrily eating pie from his fridge.

She was taking in small bites when she saw Wei Jun enter.

“If you’re here to get dirt on me, you’re in the wrong place.” Wei Jun said.

Yan Rong chuckled and said, “No. That wasn’t why I was here. I just had a few follow-up questions.”

Wei Jun dismissed her obvious lie and looked at the body lying on his kitchen floor. It was a man in a familiar black op-like outfit, the kind Ju Bai Lu wore when he came to kill Wei Jun.

“I hope he wasn’t your friend. If he was, then my condolences.” Yan Rong said.

Wei Jun looked at her. Even if he were to tell her that the man dead on the floor was indeed his friend, he doubted she would feel any remorse over that.

She would simply brush it off because that was how it looked to him right now. Wei Jun shook his head slightly in response and took the seat opposite her.

“Why did you kiss me that day?” Wei Jun asked.

“I like you.” Yan Rong straightforwardly said.

“Why?” Wei Jun asked.

Yan Rong chuckled as she said, “You know if normally a girl says that, the guy is supposed to get all flustered. Not go why?”

“I’m not a normal person.” Wei Jun said.

“True. Maybe that’s what I like about you.” Yan Rong said.

“What do you want?” Wei Jun asked.

“Nothing. I just wanted to eat this pie in your fridge.” Yan Rong said as she stood up. Wei Jun raised his guard which made Yan Rong chuckle as she said, “Don’t worry. I won’t kiss you again.”

With that, she left and just as she was about to get out of the door, she turned to him and said, “He said something about it being an order from the elder. Don’t know what that means though.”

She left. After Wei Jun was sure there was nothing else, he stood up and examined the state of the man. His face was peeled off, as if frozen which caused his vessels to clot and his face to peel straight off.

Aside from that, there were some organs missing, the ones he needed to live. The torture technique wasn’t so refined but Wei Jun had to admit that there was room for improvement.

Wei Jun extended his hand and began to discharge Qi into the dead body. The intense heat began to melt the body but that wasn’t all, it soon began to disappear as its cells burned down and disintegrated.

Very soon, there was no sign of a body in the room. Some ash and a dark spot but other than that, nothing. Besides the blood to explain the fact that something happened there, nothing else would point to a murder.

Wei Jun had seen that man. Although his face was gone, Wei Jun could tell from the body proportions of the man and his lack of hair. He was one of the elders. The young elders of the sect, he was one of them.

An existence Wei Jun couldn’t have been able to defeat. Yet, from the signs displayed by the blue-eyed girl, Wei Jun could tell that she didn’t struggle in the least against an opponent that could have easily killed Wei Jun.

Yet she was just in the Qi manifestation realm.

‘Who is she?’ Wei Jun was left with just that question as he stood up and made his way to his bed.