It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"A grand slam of 8000, and even kicked your banker, how can this not be a good thing? Then why are you still showing off your three decks? It's really..."

"Admittedly, in regular Mahjong, your statement is correct. However, in the Dawn and Dusk Showdown, the priority for victory is Soul Points. Therefore, creating Soul Points available for the team is of utmost importance."

Si Mo was not shaken by Bai Lin's ridicule. She just put the cards in front of her into the mahjong machine and said in a cold tone,

"Like you just did, you should have had a chance to win by tapping the hidden cards, then making a winning hand and completing the point conversion. With your luck, you could even have waited for a self-draw, creating an extra soul point for the team. But you chose the worst possible outcome and fled after I put pressure on you."

"Perhaps that's your intention, to see through my tactics without feeling threatened, and then seize victory at the opportune moment. But that approach is too commonplace, or rather, too rational. You're no different from any other ordinary person. The more rational you are, the less you should be associated with the irrational nature of gambling. This isn't just about this one card game. I don't see any possibility in you of successfully liberating the world. Without a side of madness that also reflects rationality, you can't accomplish this."

Although her words were very rational, they were extremely sharp, just like Smona's deep eyes, piercing Bai Lin's heart. The poet finally couldn't help herself. She slammed the table lightly and forcefully and replied,

"Don't be swayed by the devil's words, Holy Son. She's your opponent, but there's no need for her to warn you out of kindness. Although the outcome wasn't the best, mahjong isn't a game based on results. You're well aware of that."

The poet's words made Bai Lin feel a little warm. Although Bai Lin did not think that what Simo said was very reasonable, her teammates' words still gave her strong support. Bai Lin nodded and said,

"Yeah, I understand."

Don't be swayed by the devil's words; they're right. In reality, the advantage in the previous round was undeniable. The opponent tried tirelessly to deny him this advantage, but still failed. Mahjong is a game of luck and skill; lacking either is fatal. If you have an advantage in luck, you're already in an advantageous position.

Moreover, he had already kicked the other party out of the Banker position. As the Banker, he would have more points when winning, which was a huge advantage in competing for the 4-point seat bonus. For the next three rounds, the other party would only have the Huangshen Banker position. This was definitely not a wrong decision.

I really should have given my opponent's words some thought. Simply collecting points from the poet would be pointless. While maintaining my top position, I'll have to fight this demon and beat her to a pulp. Only then can I guarantee victory...

But the cards this guy plays are really weird.

The last hand's river, all the countermeasures, pieced together bit by bit in Bai Lin's mind through unconventional methods. Although she had seen strange playing styles before, she always had to analyze the specific person.

Thinking of this, Bai Lin seemed to suddenly catch a glimpse of something behind Simo. It was as if a flash of inspiration had occurred to her mind, and then she cried out softly. In the eyes of everyone who was a little surprised, Bai Lin pointed in the direction of Simo and said,

"You, cheated, didn't you?"

Despite being suddenly accused like this, Si Mo showed no sign of panic. Her face was as gloomy as water as she asked Bai Lin,

"Son, I believe that since you dare to say this, you must have your own judgment. Tell me, why do you think I cheated?"

Oh, huh? You're still talking like that even after cheating? Bai Lin didn't intend to argue with her about her attitude. She got straight to the point and said,

"Then I'll just get straight to the point. The wall behind you is covered in tiny dots of light. Their shapes are all different and seemingly irregular, but that's the crux of the matter. As demons, you understand many languages ​​from various planes. Those tiny lines should be a kind of marking, right?"

"The average person might not even be able to see the different shapes of those light spots, but my eyesight is relatively good and I can distinguish them. Although I don't understand the specific meaning, it is probably because of this that you can dodge my cards to such a degree. Under the pressure of the Hayami Riichi, you can brazenly use such a method to manipulate my cards."

Chapter 835: Inequality is the greatest equality

Bai Lin took a deep breath, his eyes focused, and he slightly revealed his own power, and said,

"What I said should be correct, right?"

The small room was silent for a long while. Smo, whose face was as gloomy as water, sighed and relaxed. She glanced at the God of Desolation beside her and said,

"You really got it right."

"Yeah, I told her she would understand!"

The God of Wilderness laughed and played dumb with Simo. This operation really made Bai Lin a little confused. Then, she showed a slightly ferocious look to the god and the demon, and replied,

"Can I go? Do you guys acknowledge it?"

"It may or may not be, Holy Son. In fact, just as you said, those light spots represent some words, but they have nothing to do with mahjong tiles. In fact, I used this trick when I first met with Smooth."

"I understood all the signs the God of Wilderness used. I originally wanted to take advantage of her cheating and set a trap for her. But I didn't expect that she would actually trick me. Those words were nothing but a trap. What a sinister god."

The sigh on Si Mo's face did not subside, and it was obvious that she was not satisfied with her previous dark history. Then, she waved her hand casually, and the light spots on the surrounding walls disappeared instantly.

Bai Lin was a little stunned, but it was obvious that she would not let it go just because of the other party's words. She slammed her hands on the table and put pressure on the other party again.

"How can you just let it go just because you said a few words? You opened the venue and set up this game. If you say there was no cheating, then that means there was no cheating?"

"You can also ask the poet sitting next to you about this. As a noble astrologer, I believe she would not tell lies for the sake of profit."

Smo acted quite calm, as if he did not feel his behavior was excessive at all. The poet slowly opened her mouth and said,

"Indeed, Holy Son. They didn't cheat before, otherwise I would have given you a hint at the right time. I can understand most of the text, so there's nothing unusual."

Bai Lin glanced at the poet. She knew that the poet would not lie in such an occasion, and there was no reason for him to do so. She could only turn her gaze to Simo again.

"But……"

"There's no buts, Holy Son. You're saying that it's unreasonable for us to tamper with the venue we set up, right? But before the official start, I already said the venue would be on our side. This is also included in the gambling agreement, and it's a legitimate advantage we have."

Simo's figure slowly pressed forward again, and she said to Bai Lin in a calm tone,

"Before we started, we didn't say cheating was forbidden. If caught, there will naturally be severe punishment. But this incident wasn't cheating per se. As for whether there were other tricks involved... that depends on your own discernment and judgment."

"Gambling isn't just about fighting on the surface, and we've never restricted you. If you want to take advantage of our cheating you've discovered, or if you want to do anything else yourself, that's entirely up to you. But it's the same for you. If we catch you, you'll be in dire straits."

The demon's whispers, like the unknown from the abyss, emanated a hoarse, almost throaty sound, salivating with a salivating attitude. The endless chaotic sound, like a truck formed by tangled ropes, rolled over Bai Lin's brain. Looking at Smo before him, Bai Lin seemed to feel for the first time the other party's true side as a demon.

From the beginning, the treaty wasn't equal. While it was the God of Wilderness who arranged the bet, I was the one who actually initiated it. Seriously, how could I have been so naive, actually thinking that this B-god and this demon were playing mahjong with me?

Bai Lin thought so, she gritted her teeth, and after thinking about it, she looked at the poet again. She was still wearing a mask, and her expression was unclear, but she nodded and gave Bai Lin an affirmative look.

I can win, that's for sure. Otherwise, what good would it do for the poet to drag me down with him? While the opponent still has the possibility of cheating, in this situation, I already have the advantage. So, as long as I play well and avoid any problems, I can still win.

Thinking of this, Bai Lin angrily knocked on the table again, and then said,

"Then let's get started, next round."

It was obvious that Bai Lin had acquiesced to this unequal treaty. The remaining few people didn't say much, and the next round of mahjong was pushed out, about to begin.

While drawing and arranging the cards, Bai Lin looked at the cards from time to time and observed her opponent from time to time. She seemed a little uneasy. In fact, her heart was full of suspicion.

Since the opponent didn't actually use the light spot on the wall to cheat, then is that kind of card-playing style due to her own strength, her strong ability to dodge gunfire and attack in unreasonable ways, or is it some other cheating method?

Regardless, I should be more careful. The other party's words were clear: cheating through magic and the like is supervised by the poet and Miyuki. The problem lies elsewhere. There's far more that can be done on a table than one person can imagine.

Bai Lin thought this as she stacked her cards. Clearly, her luck wasn't as good this time around. It was as if her thoughts had dealt her a disjointed hand. This only heightened her already restless mood. After a few inward complaints, she immediately began her game.

It's okay. In a game like mahjong, the fourteen cards you start with aren't the only thing you'll have. There are times when you start with a poor hand and end up with a fantastic hand. When good luck strikes, you won't be limited by a small initial disadvantage.

Unfortunately, Bai Lin's luck didn't seem particularly good in the rest of her round, a far cry from her previous performance. She looked around, and the already depressing scene became even more chaotic. Those dim, hard-to-see corners seemed to harbor the fangs of a demon, and the mocking laughter emanating from them held Bai Lin's hand back from even trying to draw a card.

Chapter 836: The Monster's Suppression

Hitting 80,000 at this point would clearly be a disadvantage for Bai Lin. However, the poet had already played 80,000, so the chances of 80,000 being a winning hand for Smoo were slim. Would he abandon the enemy at such a late stage and aim for Bai Lin? The probability of this happening was low, but considering Smoo's situation, Bai Lin had to consider it.

Now Bai Lin had 80,000 in her hand, like an arrow on a string, which had to be fired. If she didn't fight, she would waste the opportunity the poet had created for herself.

If she hit 80,000, then the probability of the Aragami herself and 80,000 being there wasn't a high probability. And with her hand, which didn't have a riichi, it probably couldn't be that high either. Furthermore, the 80,000 she held was a hidden card, and the opponent might not reveal it, which made her feel safer. Rather than being caught by Smoo, it was better to choose a less likely outcome and fire the gun at someone unrelated and marginalized.

Thinking of this, Bai Lin played the 80,000 in his hand. And Smo immediately made a move. She looked at the black card in the middle of the deck, which represented the hidden card that could not be seen. She quickly pointed at it and looked at Bai Lin and announced,

"I'm going to reveal the hidden card."

This sound was like a devil's hand grabbing Bai Lin's heart. The feeling made her waver for a moment, but the cards she had played could not be taken back. After the trance, Bai Lin instantly became strong, looked back, and replied loudly,

"Reveal it and keep it for the offering."

In any case, the little money that Simo had taken out could not be recovered by her. Bai Lin wanted to see what she was going to do. At the moment when the hidden card was turned over, the sound of the card being put down also rang out. Only the voice of the God of Desolation slowly rang out.

"Rong, Bai, 1500."

Are you really going to bet on 80,000 and hear 80,000? No, you're still a fucking idiot?

When Bai Lin saw the fallen cards of Huang Shen, her eyes were fixed on him, as if she had seen something rare in the world. Except when watching cartoons or something, she had never seen anyone playing mahjong like this.

A Kan Zhang, in simple terms, is "the middle card in a straight." The 80,000 between the 7 and 9 Wan is an example of this. Obviously, when you're only able to draw one Kan Zhang, it's definitely inferior to drawing two cards. And this is an 80,000 from a single card, a hidden card?! This kind of drawing... is outrageous.

Seeing Bai Lin looking so anxious and surprised, Huang Shen scratched his cheek and said to Bai Lin,

"I originally thought that Smoo might not be able to hear, so I was ready to listen immediately and prepare for the draw. This way, even if I lose, I can still be the banker for another round. But, I didn't expect you to click it, my son. I'm sorry."

The God of Wilderness's words might not have sounded so false, but to Bai Lin's ears, they were naturally full of sting. If it were just a casual game of mahjong, she might not have felt anything, but this was a game that threatened both the poet's life and her own, so naturally, she would be a little emotional. So, she didn't respond to the God of Wilderness's words at all. Instead, with a gloomy expression, she pushed the cards in her hand back to the center of the mahjong machine.

And Smo, as if he was deliberately going to ignite Bai Lin's powder keg, pressed forward again and said slowly,

"This timid and ordinary style is the reason for your defeat, Holy Son. You think that even a cannon shot won't lead to defeat, right? That's why you let the poet test it first, and then you personally handed the cards out."

"You're so talkative, but why am I still in first place? Damn it, you're always stabbing your opponent right after the cards are played. Do you want to hear me scold you while you play cards? You're in third place now, too. Even if I lose a point to the God of Desolation, I'll still be two points ahead of you after the remaining three rounds."

Bai Lin certainly didn't tolerate it. To be honest, according to her usual temper, she should be considered polite now. Her voice was not loud, but the invisible fierceness was also implied in it. But Simo didn't buy it at all. She continued to reply to Bai Lin,

"If you want to think that way, then think that way. But don't forget the rule we set at the beginning: one side must defeat the other. On our side, it's naturally me and the God of Wilderness. But it's not just me who defeats you in soul points; she's also your opponent."

"Don't be fooled by her nonchalant words. Your 80,000 is actually part of her plan. After all, she's a formidable opponent who's defeated me before. And you're actually ignoring the God of Wilderness, thinking she plays a minor role in this match? That's truly... unbelievably stupid."

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest. After hearing what Smoo said, Bai Lin finally realized how much of a failure he had been in neglecting the God of Wilderness. Yes, Bai Lin naturally concentrated the points in his hands, but what about the other party? Apparently, they still didn't know.

Besides, Bai Lin was completely clueless about what these two were thinking. As a Hakka, Bai Lin wasn't that familiar with this kind of mahjong, and now she couldn't convince herself that she was in an advantageous position.

Although everything can be said to be traceable, their playing style is so strange. Is it really not cheating? Even if I think so, I really can't see what tricks they used...

In the new round of mahjong, the God of Arakawa would continue to be the banker. This time, Bai Lin's luck was still not so good. The God of Arakawa had completed his riichi early, making it difficult for Bai Lin to use his usual methods to make a move.

Calling the dealer a card would be tantamount to committing a grave sin. Even if someone had made a card, Bai Lin wouldn't have dared to act rashly. Fortunately, the poet managed to make a card in this situation. With her self-drawn hand on the bottom hand (the first hand), Bai Lin and the other two regained a slight advantage, completing the game.

With this, the position of banker passed to Bai Lin. Logically, this was her chance to shine. However, the current environment was too stressful. On the one hand, she had to be wary of the opponent's manipulation, and on the other hand, she had to be careful of any cheating. Under the mysterious manipulation of the Simona party, she felt a little breathless.

Even if it wasn't cheating...it still felt like I was being seen through, and it was suffocating.

It’s not that she hasn’t participated in stressful mahjong competitions before. In fact, she has encountered so many life-and-death battles so far. How could she not be able to withstand the pressure?

Chapter 837: Unparalleled National Talent

She didn't understand the opponent's tactics, nor could she discern their intentions. Under these circumstances, Bai Lin found it even harder to be confident that her advantage was sufficient. Only two rounds remained of the four rounds, and if she could survive them, she would receive the redistributed Soul Points. At least that had to be ensured.

The problem is, if you win and win consecutive games in your own position, it will obviously give your opponent more opportunities, just as the poet said. If you can't see through your opponent's playing style, the extra games will only make things worse.

Therefore, there are only two options before Bai Lin. One is to ignore the dealer's position and make cards naturally, and then try to see through the opponent. The other is to find a way to pass the dealer quickly.

Bai Lin didn't dare to say which plan was better, so she just picked up the cards and took it one step at a time. She looked at the cards in her hand and thought to herself,

Fortunately, this opening hand isn't too bad. It clearly has a mixed full belt (completed by character tiles or a straight containing the 1 and 9 tiles and a gong), a peaceful prototype. Although there are more foolish patterns (those with difficult winning patterns), at least there is a chance to resolve the battle quickly.

When Si Mo played the first Ninety-Thousand in the second round, Bai Lin immediately took it with a wave of his hand, completely locking in his own hand. Everyone present had probably sensed her intention. The poet was no exception. After the first round, she immediately played a Three-Sou, which Bai Lin also took.

She played the useless cards in her hand again, and finally got the hand she had always listened to. But at this time, Smoo opened his mouth again, and only heard her say,

"No matter how recklessly you try, things that shouldn't be accelerated will still not be accelerated. It's like being chased by a tiger in the jungle. You can't escape with just your legs. Even if you focus on running, the result will always be the same."

"You're a bit too easy to understand, Holy Son. Now that your advantage is gone, you're just going to keep moving forward relying on the luck you've always relied on? Is it possible... that my luck has never been worse than yours?"

As he spoke, Si Mo raised his left hand high and hit a 19 card heavily. For a moment, Bai Lin naturally couldn't understand what he meant, but when she took a closer look, she was shocked by the other party's card.

We all know that in mahjong, the closer the tiles are to the center, the more they connect to the other tiles, and thus generally have greater value. A middle tile like 456, even if there's only one tile of the same suit, wouldn't be played randomly. However, in this round, Simo unexpectedly played all three middle tiles simultaneously within the first three rounds.

This was... unbelievable. Could it be that she, too, had a perfect hand? The answer, clearly, couldn't be that simple. Generally speaking, only in a few extreme circumstances would such three cards be mercilessly discarded. Adding the discarded one and nine, the four cards before Bai Lin gradually formed an unusually strong premonition in her heart.

That is, he has completed his service and is an unparalleled national hero.

A winning hand consisting entirely of 14 tiles, also known as Thirteen Yao in Qianhong Mahjong, is a high-scoring hand achieved purely by luck. Once the "Pao" is activated, the winning hand is worth 48,000 points. While returning to zero points doesn't count as a loss in the game, it also virtually guarantees a permanent loss in terms of seat rewards.

While a four-round waiting Guoshi is rare, it's not completely impossible. An average Mahjong enthusiast might see one a few times in their life. But why would it happen in a game like this?

When people encounter something incomprehensible, they always consider other possibilities first. For example, is Small just bluffing? That doesn't make sense. Her hand is clearly weak, so there's no need for her to be so pretentious in the fourth round.

If it was a national master, the one and nine cards in my hand would be very dangerous. Could it be that she was targeting some of the more reliable middle cards in my hand? But she played the cards like that, which obviously didn't look good for my few relatively reliable cards.

But if she really was on to something, why would she tell herself this? Was it to intimidate her? Bai Lin couldn't fathom it, and she didn't want to act rashly. The chance of a miss might be a ten-thousandth, but a misstep would be a sure thing. She drew a seemingly safe, invalid entry card and then played it with trepidation. Perhaps with each subsequent card, she would play with increasing trepidation.

The number of rounds was consumed. Although Bai Lin did not give up the tie, she also did not dare to casually make a move. The reason was simple. The cards that were taken could no longer be removed and played, and the safety would be greatly reduced. If she played slowly like this, there might be a way out.

But in this world, the only way to stop moving forward is to keep moving forward, and the same is true for mahjong. If you are not careful, others will catch up again. Huang Shen's face was smiling, she threw the stick again and said,

"Stand up straight."

Bai Lin had never felt that the voice of the God of Wilderness was as harsh as it was today. But her voice seemed to remind Bai Lin of something, and she seemed to understand why Simao said that.

"How clever, demon. Your Guoshi Wushuang is but an empty shell, but you capitalized on my suspicion of its unreliability and used it to intimidate me. The ultimate result was a chance for Aragami's card-making to be on the patrol list, allowing her to come out on top."

Bai Lin's expression was rather fierce, but she didn't show any excessive annoyance. Instead, she seemed unhappy that she had walked into the enemy's trap. Facing Bai Lin like this, Si Mo was completely indifferent. As if to prove Bai Lin's words, she played a piece of the "National Master" card, a 19th card.

The silence at the table only intensified the nagging annoyance in Bai Lin's ears. Her gaze returned to the Desolate God's deck. In the previous round, since they had discovered that their opponent was likely to focus their points on the Desolate God, the Desolate God's importance as an enemy naturally rose. This easily explained why Smoo had employed such a deterrent tactic.

Bai Lin glanced at it and casually discarded the seemingly safe 19th tile in his hand. In this situation, even if he was the banker, he had no choice but to give up his winning hand. If he insisted on being greedy, the risk would only increase.

Chapter 838 Gambling is irrational in itself

If there are no clear signals from the hand pattern after Riichi, it is difficult to predict the exact winning hand. If you only know the general pattern, there is no need to take this risk.

The God of Wilderness had also fought against this cake before, so if you think about it this way, it is absolutely safe...

But when the cards in Bai Lin's hand touched the table, a low voice sounded again. The dull sound of hell seemed to be a mockery, but also a sentence of death. The devil put down the cards in front of him.

"Rong, Bai, Bao card 1, 2000 points."

This was the nth time Bai Lin had been tricked at the card table. She froze for a moment, her hand resting stiffly on the card. Then, trembling, she leaned towards her own hand. Suddenly, her eyes filled with anger, and she pushed the cards in front of her hard, as if to throw them all away. She roared twice,

"You, what on earth are you using as a trick, you, you, you..."