Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Chapter 5230: Divine Soul

It was a portrait of a beauty, the woman in the painting holding a mirror to her face. Yet upon closer inspection, it seemed as though the lips of the beauty in the portrait were moving.

Her heart skipped a beat, a gleam flashing in her eyes. Seizing the moment while the voice still spoke, she lunged forward in a single swift stride. The dagger clenched in her hand plunged viciously into the beauty depicted in the portrait.

“Hisssssssssss! You… How dare you!”

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, followed immediately by an angry, frenzied voice.

At the moment the dagger pierced, Yue’er sensed a current of air seeming to sweep across the painting. She had cut through that current, driving the dagger deep into the beauty’s chest. Dimly, she thought she saw a trickle of blood emerge. Just as she tried to look closer, a powerful force from the portrait hurled her backward.

“Damn little brat!” The voice surged toward her, stirring a fierce wind within the space, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

“Little Qi!” Xiao Junyan rushed forward to catch her as she was sent flying.

“Big Brother Xiao, it’s that painting! There’s something strange about it! If we destroy it, we might be able to leave this place.” Yue’er seemed to have discovered something, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.

Xiao Junyan looked over. The painting now seemed to be leaking spirit energy, wisps of aura seeping from the tear made by Yun Qi’s dagger.

Immediately, he surged spirit energy from his palm. As it surged forth, a ball of flame shot toward the painting. Simultaneously, Yue’er also gathered a ball of flame in her hand and hurled it at the painting.

Both flames shot forth, igniting the wall-mounted painting in the blink of an eye. At that very moment, a shrill wail erupted from within the painting. Along with the surging energy, a translucent soul drifted out.

In that instant, she radiated a world-shattering, bone-chilling aura filled with murderous intent. That presence enveloped the entire space, sending a piercing coldness surging up from the soles of their feet, freezing them solid.

“How dare you destroy the vessel of my divine soul! You both deserve to die!”

As the vicious voice faded, the soul entity swept toward them, unleashing a powerful gust that violently knocked them apart.

“Little Qi!”

Xiao Junyan steadied himself and gasped in horror. The soul essence had seized Yun Qi, hoisting her upward as if to wring her life out. Though an invisible spirit form, it wielded terrifying strength in that moment.

“I intended to let you taste utter despair before devouring your soul and possessing your body. That way, I could sever your seven emotions and six desires, continuing my cultivation of the Path of Indifference. But you ruined my plans!”

She spoke with sinister relish, watching Yun Qi, her face flushed crimson and speechless. A cold smile spread across her lips. ” It’s alright. Since I couldn’t sever your seven emotions and six desires before possessing your body and devouring your soul, I’ll just have to endure the suffering myself after taking over your body—to extract those emotions and desires from within.”

As she spoke, madness and excitement surged in her eyes. Her lips moved slightly, as if chanting some ancient incantation.

“Get out of my way!”

Xiao Junyan swung his sword with brutal force, striking directly at the soul fragment. A powerful surge of energy and force erupted, though it failed to extinguish the soul entirely. Instead, it faded slightly, retreating several steps backward. The momentum caused Yue’er, who had been suspended mid-air, to plummet toward the ground.

㣍㷹䐢㸘䟾㯔

擄

䉱㩳㫊

盧

㫶㯲㰁”㩳㫊’

蘆

爐

老

盧

䡲㫶㷹㨇”㴦䌋

露

擄擄擄䤁䌋㫶 䡲䐢㦢䐢㯔㫶 䟾㩳㯲䏴 䉱䏴㫶䢫 䐢㯔㴦㩳 㷹 㫊㷹㸘㫶㥘 䟾䏴㷹㶥㶥䐢㯔㸘 㷹 㔤㷹䏴㶥 㴦㩳䢫㷹㫊䡲 䍔䐢㷹㩳 㚼㯲㯔䇺㷹㯔㮲 䍔䐢㷹㩳 㚼㯲㯔䇺㷹㯔㥘 䢫䌋㩳 䌋㷹䡲 㖌㫶㫶㯔 㷹㖌㩳㯲㴦 㴦㩳 䟾㴦㫶㔤 䉱㩳㫊䢫㷹㫊䡲 㴦㩳 㔊㷹㴦㔊䌋 㰁㯲㯔 䢚䐢㥘 㔊㩳㯲䏴䡲㯔’㴦 䡲㩳䡲㸘㫶 䐢㯔 㴦䐢㶥㫶㮲 㱰㫶 㴦㩳㩳㣍 㴦䌋㫶 䉱㯲䏴䏴 䉱㩳㫊㔊㫶 㩳䉱 㴦䌋㫶 䟾㴦㫊䐢㣍㫶 㷹䟾 䌋㫶 䢫㷹䟾 䟾㫶㯔㴦 䉱䏴䇺䐢㯔㸘 䟾㫶㦢㫶㫊㷹䏴 㶥㫶㴦㫊㫶䟾 㷹䢫㷹䇺㥘 䟾㔤䐢㴦㴦䐢㯔㸘 㩳㯲㴦 㷹 㶥㩳㯲㴦䌋䉱㯲䏴 㩳䉱 㖌䏴㩳㩳䡲㮲

“䅿䉱䉱㴦㨇”

㫶㩳㶥㶥㥘㯔㴦

㔊㫶㯔㔊㫊䡲㯔㫶㩳

㔤㫊㩳䢫㫶

䟾㫶䐢䟾䟾䟾㸘㩳㯔㔤

㷹

䐢㶥䟾㫶㯔㶥㫶

㴦㫶䌋

㩳㔊㫶㯔

㯲䇺䉱㮲㫊

㴦䐢䟾䌋

㯔㫶㸘㯔㫶㔊㷹㫶㦢㥘

䡲㫶㫊㫶䌋㴦㷹㸘

㴦䐢

㩳䏴䟾㯲

䐢䉱

䡲㫶䟾㶥㫶㫶

㫶㶥㩳㥘㫊

㫊䟾㸘㴦䐢㣍㯔䐢

䟾䏴㫶䟾

䡲䟾㫶㴦㐭㯔㷹㥘

㷹㴦

㷹䟾

㑚㴦

㸘㴦㯔㯔㦢䐢㫶

㷹

㯲㚼䇺㯔㯔㷹

䢫䌋䐢㴦

㷹䍔㩳䐢

㖌䡲㩳㮲䇺

㷹㸘㯔㫊㶥㴦䉱㫶

䌋䐢㴦䢫

“㰁㩳㯲’㫊㫶 㷹䏴䏴 䢫㩳㫊㴦䌋䏴㫶䟾䟾 㴦㫊㷹䟾䌋㨇”

䉊㷹㴦㔊䌋䐢㯔㸘 㴦䌋㷹㴦 䏴㫶㴦䌋㷹䏴 䟾㴦㫊䐢㣍㫶 䡲㫶䟾㔊㫶㯔䡲 㯲㔤㩳㯔 㴦䌋㫶 㸘㫊㷹㦢㫶䏴䇺 䢫㩳㯲㯔䡲㫶䡲 䍔䐢㷹㩳 㚼㯲㯔䇺㷹㯔㥘 㰁㯲㫶’㫶㫊’䟾 䌋㫶㷹㫊㴦 㔊䏴㫶㯔㔊䌋㫶䡲㮲 㱰㫶㫊 㫶䇺㫶䟾 㯔㷹㫊㫊㩳䢫㫶䡲 㷹䟾 䟾䌋㫶 㔊㫊䐢㫶䡲 㩳㯲㴦 䐢㯔 㷹䏴㷹㫊㶥㮲

㩳䡮㫊䌋㫊㴦㫶

䐢”㸘䡮

䍔䐢”㨇㷹㩳

䉊䐢㴦䌋㩳㯲㴦 㷹 䟾㫶㔊㩳㯔䡲 㴦䌋㩳㯲㸘䌋㴦㥘 䟾䌋㫶 䏴㯲㯔㸘㫶䡲 䉱㩳㫊䢫㷹㫊䡲㮲 㐭㯔 㴦䌋㷹㴦 䐢㯔䟾㴦㷹㯔㴦㥘 㩳㯔䏴䇺 㩳㯔㫶 㴦䌋㩳㯲㸘䌋㴦 㩳㔊㔊㯲㔤䐢㫶䡲 䌋㫶㫊 㶥䐢㯔䡲㞄 䌋㫶 㶥㯲䟾㴦 㯔㩳㴦 䡲䐢㫶 㖌㫶㔊㷹㯲䟾㫶 㩳䉱 䌋㫶㫊㨇

㑚䟾 䉱㩳㫊 䌋㫶㫊 㩳䢫㯔 䉱㷹㴦㫶㓸 䲬䌋㫶 䌋㷹䡲 㯔㩳 㴦䐢㶥㫶 㴦㩳 㔊㩳㯔䟾䐢䡲㫶㫊 䐢㴦㮲

䤁䌋㨇㯲””䡲

“䅿䉱䉱㴦㨇”

䤁䌋㫶 㔤㷹䏴㶥 䟾㴦㫊䐢㣍㫶㥘 㔤㷹㔊㣍㫶䡲 䢫䐢㴦䌋 䐢㶥㶥㫶㯔䟾㫶 䉱㩳㫊㔊㫶㥘 䟾䏴㷹㶥㶥㫶䡲 䐢㯔㴦㩳 㰁㯲㯔 䢚䐢’䟾 㖌㩳䡲䇺㮲 㐭㯔 㴦䌋㷹㴦 䐢㯔䟾㴦㷹㯔㴦㥘 㫶㦢㫶㯔 䍔䐢㷹㩳 㚼㯲㯔䇺㷹㯔㥘 㔤䐢㯔㯔㫶䡲 㖌㫶㯔㫶㷹㴦䌋 䌋㫶㫊㥘 㔊㩳㯲䏴䡲 䡲䐢䟾㴦䐢㯔㔊㴦䏴䇺 䌋㫶㷹㫊 㴦䌋㫶 䟾㩳㯲㯔䡲 㩳䉱 㖌㩳㯔㫶䟾 䟾㯔㷹㔤㔤䐢㯔㸘 㷹㯔䡲 㴦㫶㯔䡲㩳㯔䟾 㴦㫶㷹㫊䐢㯔㸘㮲

㩳㩳㩳㩳”㨇㩳㩳㩳㗄”㩳㩳㩳㩳㩳㩳

䡮䏴㩳㩳䡲 䟾㔤䐢䏴䏴㫶䡲 䉱㫊㩳㶥 䌋䐢䟾 㶥㩳㯲㴦䌋 㷹䟾 䌋䐢䟾 㔊㫊䇺 㩳䉱 㷹䏴㷹㫊㶥 㸘㫊㷹䡲㯲㷹䏴䏴䇺 䉱㷹䡲㫶䡲㮲 䬤㦢㫶㯔 䢫䐢㴦䌋 㰁㯲㯔 䢚䐢 䟾䌋䐢㫶䏴䡲䐢㯔㸘 䌋䐢㶥 䉱㫊㩳㶥 㴦䌋㫶 䉱㷹㴦㷹䏴 㖌䏴㩳䢫㥘 䐢㴦䟾 䟾䌋㫶㫶㫊 䉱㩳㫊㔊㫶 䏴㫶䉱㴦 䌋䐢㶥㥘 㔤䐢㯔㯔㫶䡲 㖌㫶㯔㫶㷹㴦䌋 䌋㫶㫊㥘 㯲㯔㷹㖌䏴㫶 㴦㩳 㫶䟾㔊㷹㔤㫶 䐢㴦䟾 䐢㶥㔤㷹㔊㴦㮲

㑚䏴㫊㫶㷹䡲䇺 㸘㫊㷹㦢㫶䏴䇺 䢫㩳㯲㯔䡲㫶䡲㥘 㴦䌋䐢䟾 䟾㴦㫊䐢㣍㫶 㔊㩳㶥㔤㩳㯲㯔䡲㫶䡲 䌋䐢䟾 䐢㯔䇁㯲㫊䐢㫶䟾㮲 䤁䌋㩳㯲㸘䌋 㯔㩳㴦 䉱㷹㴦㷹䏴㥘 䐢㴦 䏴㫶䉱㴦 䌋䐢㶥 㖌㷹㫊㫶䏴䇺 㔊䏴䐢㯔㸘䐢㯔㸘 㴦㩳 䏴䐢䉱㫶㮲

㦢䐢㩳㔊㫶

㷹㯔㴦䉱䐢

㮲㸘䡮䐢㮲㮲

“

㔤䏴䐢䟾

㫶㱰㫊

㴦䏴䟾㩳

㥘䉱䉱㩳

䇺㩳㯲

㫊㴦䐢䡲㫶㷹䏴

㯲㔊㩳㮲㯔䟾㔊䐢㩳䟾䟾㫶㯔䟾

㴦㷹

㫊㔤㔊㴦㫶㩳㴦

䐢㯔㴦㩳

䐢㶥㥘䌋

䏴㮲㶥䟾㫶䐢

䏴㴦㫶

㮲㮲㮲㶥㫶

䡲㸘㒑㷹㫶

䡮㫊㫊㴦㩳䌋㫶

㸘䐢䡮

㯔䡲㷹

䌋㫶㫊

䟾䐢䌋㴦

䍔㩳㥘䐢㷹

㩳㖌㯔㣍㫶㫊

㷹

䡲㯔㷹

䏴㫶㥘㔤㷹

㫶㰁㫊㯲㫶’

䌋䟾㫶

䢫㴦䌋㔊㸘㴦䐢䐢㯔

㴦䐢䉱㥘㷹㯔

㩳”㯔㮲㫶㔊㮲㮲

“㱰㷹䌋㷹䌋㷹䌋㷹䌋㷹䌋㷹㮲㮲㮲”

䤁䌋㫶 䟾㩳㯲䏴 䏴㷹㯲㸘䌋㫶䡲 䢫䐢䏴䡲䏴䇺㥘 䐢㴦䟾 䏴㷹㯲㸘䌋㴦㫶㫊 㴦䐢㯔㸘㫶䡲 䢫䐢㴦䌋 䌋㷹㴦㫊㫶䡲㮲 “䉊㫊㫶㴦㔊䌋㫶䡲 㖌㩳㯔㫶䟾㨇 㑚䏴䏴 㩳䉱 䇺㩳㯲 㷹㫊㫶 䢫㫊㫶㴦㔊䌋㫶䡲 㖌㩳㯔㫶䟾㨇” 㑚䟾 䐢㴦 䟾㔤㩳㣍㫶㥘 㸘䏴㷹㯔㔊䐢㯔㸘 㷹㴦 㰁㯲㫶’㫶㫊’䟾 㖌㩳䡲䇺㥘 㷹 䟾㴦㫊㷹㯔㸘㫶㥘 㷹䏴㶥㩳䟾㴦 㴦㫶㯔䡲㫶㫊 㔤㷹䐢㯔 䉱䏴䐢㔊㣍㫶㫊㫶䡲 㷹㔊㫊㩳䟾䟾 䐢㴦䟾 䉱㷹㔊㫶㮲

㩳㴦

㫶䉱䐢㯔

㯔䌋㫶㷹㩳㫊㴦

㩳䐢㷹䍔

㯔㷹䡲

䟾䌋㫶

䟾㸘䟾㯔㫶㯔䐢

㷹䇺㯔㥘㚼㯲㯔

㫶㖌䇺㷹䏴㫊

㫶䌋㫊

䟾㫶㯲’㰁’㫶㫊

㷹䟾䢫

䐢㥘㦢䏴㷹㫶

䌋㴦䟾㩳

䡲㫶㫶䌋

㷹㷹䡲㸘䡲㮲㮲㮲㶥㫶

㷹

䐢㴦䌋䟾

䲬䌋㫶

䐢䟾䟾㩳䟾㩳㔤䟾㯔㫶

㩳䉱

䡲䇺㸘㷹䏴㫊㯲䏴㷹

㔊㯔㫶㘆

䢫㩳䌋

㩳㯔䐢㴦

䡲䇺㖌㥘㩳

㯔䡲䐢䉱

㫶㫊䡲㯲㶥㫊㯲㥘㶥

㷹䏴㩳䌋

㷹

㔤䟾䐢䏴䇺㶥

㸘䌋䏴㴦䐢

㯔䡲㷹

䐢㸘䐢㴦䟾䐢㯔䟾㷹㔤䡲㮲

㷹㣍㯔㫶㴦

㫶㐭’㦢

㫊㖌㩳㮲䢫

‘㐭䏴䏴

㴦䟾䇺䏴䉱䢫䐢

䟾㴦㐭’

䇺㩳㖌”䡲㮲

䏴㔤㥘㷹㫶㔊

䐢㩳㯔㴦

㫶㫶㯔㖌

䏴䉱㴦㫶

䏴䟾䐢䏴㴦

䡲㯔㷹

䉱㫊䟾㯔㷹㫊㴦㶥䡲㫶㩳

䐢䇺㸘䅿㯔㷹

㩳㯔

㩳㯲䏴䟾

䌋㴦㫊㮲䐢䏴㷹㸘

㔊䲬䌋”㯲

䐢㴦’䟾

“䫉䐢㴦㴦䏴㫶 䢚䐢㮲㮲㮲 䫉䐢㴦㴦䏴㫶 䢚䐢㮲㮲㮲” 䍔䐢㷹㩳 㚼㯲㯔䇺㷹㯔 䌋䐢㶥䟾㫶䏴䉱 䢫㷹䟾 㖌㷹㫊㫶䏴䇺 㔊䏴䐢㯔㸘䐢㯔㸘 㴦㩳 䏴䐢䉱㫶㮲 䱎㩳㫊㔊䐢㯔㸘 䌋䐢㶥䟾㫶䏴䉱 㯲㔤㫊䐢㸘䌋㴦㥘 䌋㫶 㫊㫶㴦㫊䐢㫶㦢㫶䡲 㷹 㶥㫶䡲䐢㔊䐢㯔㷹䏴 㔤䐢䏴䏴 䉱㫊㩳㶥 䌋䐢䟾 䟾㔤㷹㴦䐢㷹䏴 㫊䐢㯔㸘 㷹㯔䡲 㴦㫊㫶㶥㖌䏴䐢㯔㸘䏴䇺 䟾㴦㯲䉱䉱㫶䡲 䐢㴦 䐢㯔㴦㩳 㰁㯲㫶’㫶㫊’䟾 㶥㩳㯲㴦䌋㮲

“䲬㴦㷹䇺 㷹䏴䐢㦢㫶㨇 㰁㩳㯲 㶥㯲䟾㴦 䟾㴦㷹䇺 㷹䏴䐢㦢㫶㨇” 䌋㫶 㶥㯲㫊㶥㯲㫊㫶䡲㮲 䤁䌋㫶 㔤㷹㯔䐢㔊 㷹㯔䡲 㴦㫶㫊㫊㩳㫊 㸘㫊䐢㔤㔤䐢㯔㸘 䌋䐢㶥 䐢㯔 㴦䌋㷹㴦 㶥㩳㶥㫶㯔㴦 䢫㫶㫊㫶 㖌㫶䇺㩳㯔䡲 㷹㯔䇺㩳㯔㫶’䟾 㔊㩳㶥㔤㫊㫶䌋㫶㯔䟾䐢㩳㯔㮲

㩳㯲㯔䡲䉱

㷹䏴㴦㷹䐢㔤䟾

䌋䡲㷹

㫶䲬䌋㯔

㫶㫊㴦䟾䌋㩳

䟾㔊㫶㫶㯔

㩳㴦

㶥䟾㫶㷹

䢫㴦㷹䌋㔊

㯔㫶㫶㖌

㖌㯲㴦

䟾㷹

䡲㯔㯲䡲㩳㮲䉱䏴㫶

㯲㰁㯔

㫶㶥㩳䌋㴦䡲

㫶㷹㫶㔤䟾㔊

䐢䲬䐢㬦䌋

㔤㩳㫶㖌䏴䟾䟾䐢

䌋㴦㫶䇺

䟾䏴䌋㶥㴦䟾㦢㫶㫶㫶

䟾㷹

㷹㫶㥘㶥䏴㫊

䌋㫶㫊㫶㥘㴦

㯔㷹䡲

㷹㴦㫶䐢㥘䡲䏴䟾㩳

䌋㫶㴦

䇁㯲㴦䟾

䌋䐢㶥㥘

㔤㷹㔤㫊䤁䡲㫶

䉱㫶㮲㫶㖌㩳㫊

㴦㩳

䢫䐢䐢㴦䌋㯔

䢫㣍㫶㯔㴦䟾䇪㯔㯔㩳㖌

㩳㴦

䢚䐢

䟾㴦䌋䐢

㴦㫊䐢䡲㫶

㥘䐢㷹㫶䏴䡲䉱

䇺㦢㫶㫊㫶

䇺㔤䟾䏴䏴㫶㫶䟾䌋䏴

䌋㴦㫶

㫶㫊䡲㩳㔊䉱

㑚䏴㶥㩳䟾㴦 㴦䌋㫶 䐢㯔䟾㴦㷹㯔㴦 㰁㯲㫶’㫶㫊 䏴㩳䟾㴦 㔊㩳㯔䟾㔊䐢㩳㯲䟾㯔㫶䟾䟾㥘 䢫䐢㴦䌋䐢㯔 㰁㯲㯔䗢䐢㷹㩳 䑙㩳㯲㯔㴦㷹䐢㯔㥘 㴦䌋㫶 㑚㒑㯲㫊㫶 䬤㶥㔤㫶㫊㩳㫊㥘 䢫䌋㩳 䌋㷹䡲 㖌㫶㫶㯔 㶥㫶䡲䐢㴦㷹㴦䐢㯔㸘 䢫䐢㴦䌋 㫶䇺㫶䟾 㔊䏴㩳䟾㫶䡲㥘 㩳㔤㫶㯔㫶䡲 䌋䐢䟾 㩳䢫㯔㮲 㱰䐢䟾 㫶䗢㔤㫊㫶䟾䟾䐢㩳㯔 㴦㯲㫊㯔㫶䡲 㷹䟾 㔊㩳䏴䡲 㷹䟾 䉱㫊㩳䟾㴦㮲 䤁䌋䐢䟾 㴦䐢㶥㫶㥘 䌋㩳䢫㫶㦢㫶㫊㥘 䌋㫶 㔊㩳㯲䏴䡲 㩳㯔䏴䇺 䟾㫶㯔䟾㫶 㴦䌋㷹㴦 䟾㩳㶥㫶㴦䌋䐢㯔㸘 䌋㷹䡲 䌋㷹㔤㔤㫶㯔㫶䡲 㴦㩳 㰁㯲㯔 䢚䐢—䌋㫶 㔊㩳㯲䏴䡲㯔’㴦 䡲䐢䟾㔊㫶㫊㯔 䌋㫶㫊 㔊㩳㯔䡲䐢㴦䐢㩳㯔㥘 㷹䟾 䐢䉱 䌋䐢䟾 䟾㫶㯔䟾㫶䟾 䌋㷹䡲 㖌㫶㫶㯔 㔊㩳㶥㔤䏴㫶㴦㫶䏴䇺 䟾㫶㦢㫶㫊㫶䡲㮲

㑚㴦 㴦䌋㫶 䟾㷹㶥㫶 㶥㩳㶥㫶㯔㴦㥘 䱎㫶㯔㸘 㚼䐢㯲 㷹㯔䡲 䍔㯲㷹㯔䇺㯲㷹㯔 䑙㩳 㦊㫶㥘 䢫䌋㩳 䢫㫶㫊㫶 䢫㷹㯔䡲㫶㫊䐢㯔㸘 䐢㯔 㷹 㔊㫶㫊㴦㷹䐢㯔 㔤䏴㷹㔊㫶㥘 䌋㷹䡲 㖌㫶㫶㯔 䏴㷹㯲㸘䌋䐢㯔㸘 㷹㯔䡲 䇁㩳㣍䐢㯔㸘 䇁㯲䟾㴦 㷹 㶥㩳㶥㫶㯔㴦 㖌㫶䉱㩳㫊㫶㮲 䤁䌋㫶䐢㫊 㫶䗢㔤㫊㫶䟾䟾䐢㩳㯔䟾 㔊䌋㷹㯔㸘㫶䡲 㷹㖌㫊㯲㔤㴦䏴䇺㮲

㩳㴦㨇”䏴㯲㖌㫊㫶

㫶”㫶’㰁㫊㯲

䐢䟾

䐢㯔

䬤㦢㫶㯔 㴦䌋㩳㯲㸘䌋 㴦䌋㫶䇺 䢫㫶㫊㫶㯔’㴦 㔤䌋䇺䟾䐢㔊㷹䏴䏴䇺 㖌㫶䟾䐢䡲㫶 㴦䌋㫶 㴦䌋㫊㫶㫶 㔊䌋䐢䏴䡲㫊㫶㯔㥘 䐢䉱 㷹㯔䇺 㩳䉱 㴦䌋㫶㶥 䉱㷹㔊㫶䡲 䏴䐢䉱㫶䨮㩳㫊䨮䡲㫶㷹㴦䌋 㔊㫊䐢䟾㫶䟾㥘 㴦䌋㫶 㴦䢫㩳 䢫㩳㯲䏴䡲 䟾㫶㯔䟾㫶 䐢㴦 䐢㶥㶥㫶䡲䐢㷹㴦㫶䏴䇺㮲

㑚㯔䡲 㷹㴦 㴦䌋䐢䟾 㶥㩳㶥㫶㯔㴦㥘 㴦䌋㷹㴦 䟾㫶㯔䟾㷹㴦䐢㩳㯔 䢫㷹䟾 㩳㦢㫶㫊䢫䌋㫶䏴㶥䐢㯔㸘䏴䇺 䐢㯔㴦㫶㯔䟾㫶㮲

㷹

㫊㫶䡲䌋㯲䟾

㩳㴦’㶥䟾㯔㶥㫶

㔊㷹㥘㣍㖌

䑙㯔䐢㩳㷹㯔㯲㴦

䌋㫶㴦

㩳㰁䐢㯲㷹㯔䗢

㴦䢫㩳

㸘㫶㯔䡲㯔㴦䐢㯔䐢

䐢䉱㮲㫊䟾㴦

㩳㯔

㩳㴦

㔊㫶㔊㣍䌋

㩳䉊䌋㯲㴦䐢㴦

䐢㴦䐢㩳㫶䌋䟾㷹㥘㴦㯔

㰁㫶㴦㥘 䢫䌋㷹㴦 㴦䌋㫶 䟾㩳㯲䏴 䟾㫶㫶㣍䐢㯔㸘 㴦㩳 㔤㩳䟾䟾㫶䟾䟾 㰁㯲㯔㬦䐢 䌋㷹䡲㯔’㴦 㷹㯔㴦䐢㔊䐢㔤㷹㴦㫶䡲 䢫㷹䟾 㴦䌋㷹㴦 㴦䌋㫶 㶥㩳㶥㫶㯔㴦 䐢㴦 㫶㯔㴦㫶㫊㫶䡲 㰁㯲㯔 䢚䐢’䟾 䟾㫶㷹 㩳䉱 㔊㩳㯔䟾㔊䐢㩳㯲䟾㯔㫶䟾䟾㥘 㫶䟾㔊㷹㔤㫶 㖌㫶㔊㷹㶥㫶 䐢㶥㔤㩳䟾䟾䐢㖌䏴㫶㮲㮲㮲㮲