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

"And now, please believe in me and believe in yourself."

A sense of reliability emanated from the poet. Just like countless times before when they had walked side by side, the poet would always offer Bai Lin some "directions" at specific moments. Sometimes these instructions would seem unbelievable, but Bai Lin would generally follow them unconditionally. This was "trust."

Her company and her words will become part of the trust, and the warmth from her fingertips will also become the "motivation" along with the trust. After being forced into this situation, she is also willing to use her whole heart to believe in the poet. Bai Lin was slightly confused and spoke tremblingly.

"What should I do?"

Seeing Bai Lin ask this, the poet seemed to reveal a faint smile under his cold mask. Even if he couldn't see it, Bai Lin could feel it. And the guidance given by the poet was just seven simple words,

"Just do what you want to do."

Those seven words sounded a bit empty, like a key without its owner. Others might be puzzled, wondering what a key could do in the darkness. But in Bai Lin's hands, she opened the door to her heart, letting out the shining sun.

Her vision suddenly became clear and bright, just as it always had been. The mysteries that had been swirling around her gradually faded away under the light. The poet also let go of her hand at the right moment, because she knew that the real Bai Lin had returned.

"You two young couple, are you still flirting in this situation? Oh, it's great to be young, I'm so envious..."

The God of Wilderness's somewhat inappropriate words drifted out slowly, while Bai Lin completely ignored her. She slammed a card heavily onto the table, a solemn sound like a court gavel, silencing the entire space. As her hand slowly removed the card, it revealed the very card that the poet had pinned down in the previous round.

Why was Zhang, who was undoubtedly dangerous, beaten here? If you had to ask Bai Lin, she might say,

"You're blocking my way."

In the center of chaos, there's naturally no such thing as a path. The path she's referring to is the path to a winning hand. But if you know you'll lose after playing a card, what's the point of winning? Bai Lin is well aware of this. As for why she played it, you can tell by looking at Smoo's actions.

I saw that Smo was silent for a long time and did not move. The two of them looked at each other, as if they were fighting. Bai Lin's sharp gaze made the devil avoid it for the first time. He sighed slightly and said a word.

"bump."

Indeed, she wasn't drawing a hand, and the Aragami beside her wasn't quite what she appeared. At that moment, the Aragami wasn't actually drawing a single suit, but rather a continuous series of 123, 456, 789 (consisting of the same color). She also happened to be drawing a single nine-cake. Even if Bai Lin took three suos, she still completed her drawing hand, but that was all.

"Sure enough, there's no tie. Actually, your opening hand wasn't much better than mine. You were just trying to intimidate me so that you could finally play the cannon hand that looked like a safe hand. Even the moment you revealed your hidden card, it was obvious you were just trying to bluff me, giving me the impression that you were incredibly confident in your hand."

Looking at Simao, Bai Lin, who had regained her spirits, began to explain. Then she shook her head slightly and continued,

"But even gods and demons must abide by the basic laws in such situations. You lack telepathy, and your methods of communicating tactics are all coded. I can't decipher them all. Some of them combine the sounds at the beginning and end of sentences to express their meaning in a special language. I only understand one part of it, but I don't know the full meaning."

"And when you put your left hand on the table, it means that the hand you completed is fake, and you are bluffing. This is the only thing I can be sure of."

As Bai Lin spoke, the four people on the field remained calm, but the onlookers, the dragon and the wolf, were dumbfounded. Simo's face remained as dead and gloomy as before. She slowly replied,

"So, you're so sure I haven't even heard a hand before? You haven't even verified my riichi. From the beginning to the end, you haven't seen whether I've actually heard a hand. Under these circumstances, do you dare to play this card to verify your conclusion?"

"That's not all, Smoo. You have teammates. The Aragami cooperated with you to complete this psychological warfare against me. And I also have teammates, so I can play this card with such confidence."

Bai Lin shook her finger, a confident smile on her face. She glanced at the poet and continued,

"You revealed your hidden card to put pressure on me. And why did the poet withhold it in this situation? Was he also putting pressure on me?"

"Of course not. She's one of us. Why would she pressure me for no reason? Her seemingly unreasonable behavior is actually a signal to attack me, indicating that she has seen an opportunity to win. Even when I was about to give up, she acted like this, said those words, and stood by me."

"If she's gone this far and I still haven't come to my senses, how can I be considered worthy of being called her partner? She trusts me so much, and yet I'm questioning my own people because of you two's interference. That's foolish."

Bai Lin's words were as firm as her eyes, which were filled with brilliance. Her golden eyes were filled with a heroic expression, and she stretched out her finger and tapped Smo's side.

"You were right on target, Smough. When I played this card, I probably realized your intimidation tactics had failed. By touching it, you might have had a chance to draw yourself, thus successfully stopping my attack. You're full of cunning and ruthless, making you a truly formidable opponent..."

"But I declare to you now that I will completely crush your tactics, and victory will surely be mine."

Chapter 843 is in front of me

"Gods...demons? Perhaps they are indeed powerful, but in this situation, they are just fancy-sounding terms."

"This kind of situation? You mean at the mahjong table?"

Listening to Bai Lin's heroic words, Simo asked her lightly, while Bai Lin declared in a high and proud tone,

"No, it's in front of me, Bailin Eshlevyan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the dragon watching couldn't help but gasp. Even children who had heard fairy tales knew how suicidal it was to declare one's full name to a demon. Among creatures who used the names of others as a medium to carry out various cruel acts, demons were undoubtedly the most formidable. And this was especially true in the presence of a demonic leader like Smough.

"Are you a little crazy? If you really win, then show me how to win. There aren't many people who can pull off a winning hand with your shabby, almost hopeless hand, and even if you do, it's probably going to be a low hand. Besides, you only have two chances left."

"You can't tell the hand, and you can't even have a pair. You don't have any cards at all. I'd like to see how you're going to win."

Simo said lightly, judging Bai Lin's crazy behavior. But in fact, these people whose emotional fluctuations did not seem to be intense knew very well that this was not a big deal. Simo would never do anything to Bai Lin, but what she said did sound like an indisputable fact. But Bai Lin smiled slightly and replied to Simo,

"How dishonest of you, Small. I can see it all, can't you? Show me a little respect, and stop spouting these words that only serve to scare children."

"Let's stop talking nonsense and just get started."

Bai Lin raised his hand, signaling the poet that it was time to play. The poet nodded slightly and played a ten thousand. Bai Lin looked at the three ten thousand cards in his hand and announced loudly,

"Bang."

At this moment, the open kang looked like a last-ditch effort against this already disastrous hand. Was he trying to get to the top? Everyone thought so, and everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Lin.

Granted, if Lingshang succeeded, she would definitely win the first round, but that would only be a temporary stop-loss. If she couldn't reach first place, it wouldn't be considered a victory. Only if she had two or more treasure cards could she reach first place. Furthermore, with Bai Lin's existing hand, she couldn't even successfully draw a hand, so naturally, no one would be optimistic about Lingshang's hand.

Bai Lin, who had made a 10,000 bet, flipped over a South Wind card, which happened to be West Wind in her hand. She drew the Ridge card and paired West Wind, creating the Treasure Card Two, guaranteeing victory. Unfortunately, without a hand, even the Treasure Card Twelve would be useless.

Yet Bai Lin's expression remained relaxed. She had actually played her already paired Nine Cakes. After playing the character cards in the previous round, the God of Wilderness, realizing his strategy had failed, had naturally destroyed his own draw. He kept the Nine Cakes that could have helped Bai Lin draw, and withheld the other, very dangerous One-Nine, from the incoming deck, intending to eliminate Bai Lin's slim chance of a draw, so this card would naturally not go away. Unexpectedly, Bai Lin was so decisive, she actually discarded her pair directly, giving Bai Lin a chance to survive at this moment.

After Bai Lin played his cards, it was the poet's turn. She played the West Wind, which she had already prepared, but Bai Lin knocked it down again. This time, she immediately played the remaining Nine Cakes, leaving only one card in front of her that no one could see clearly.

No one could predict her winning hand with a single-card hand, but there was no need to guess. Because no one at the table would question whether Bai Lin could win. In this dim room, she was like the morning tearing through the darkness, heralding the arrival of day. The blazing heat reverberated, twisted, and permeated every corner of the gaming floor.

As the poet played his second West Wind card, everything seemed almost settled. Bai Lin shoved West Wind down and reached for the card pile. It was a perfect card, the one she would seize to end this East Wind game. She dropped it heavily in front of her, and the single rider standing before her collapsed.

"Rong! On the ridge, three bars, dora4, 12000. In addition, there is the recovery of soul points on the field and the recalculation of soul points."

After a quick exchange, the two had already completed the tie, not even giving Small a chance to make a final self-draw, and immediately sealed the match. With a huge advantage, he won directly.

Bai Lin didn't look at the two cards; that was the inevitable outcome. Her speech when she won the hand was thunderous and exhilarating. Even if she was convinced of victory and reaped the rewards, it would be hard not to be excited. At this moment, she looked directly at Smo and said,

"Now I'm telling you how I'm going to win. Of course, you should have known this a long time ago."

Smo was silent for a while, put down the cards in front of him, and after a long time, he replied,

"I have to admit, you are indeed an unexpected existence, Holy Son. If you can carry this out, it will indeed be very difficult for people to deal with..."

"However, the outcome is still uncertain. Let's do as you say and complete the halftime settlement first."

Thus, Bai Lin won this half-deal with a first-place advantage. The points were settled quickly and methodically. It seemed that Smo's expression did not change much, while Bai Lin felt that his vision had become much clearer. The results of the settlement were also very concise and clear. After all, there was only one Dongfeng field:

First half of the village, one to four

Bai Lin+13700

Poet - 11000

SM-300

Aragami-500

Of these, only Bai Lin was in the upright position, and the first-place seat reward naturally went to her. Only the poet and Smoo had sacrificed their souls for hidden cards during the game, clearly indicating that the situation hadn't yet reached a truly tense state.

It seemed that Bai Lin had an undeniable advantage. Both their points and soul points had been converted, concentrated in one person, and their total was significantly greater than their opponent's. The situation on Huang Shen's side was naturally less clear; it wasn't even clear who would be competing against Bai Lin. Smo's catching-and-shooting tactics hadn't given them an advantage in soul points either.

Chapter 844 Not Every Time Has a Miracle

After completing the calculations, everyone on both sides was allowed to go to the quiet room for a brief discussion or rest. Bai Lin's side was naturally more lively, as Miyu, beaming with joy at Bai Lin's victory, was now being held in Bai Lin's arms, playfully frolicking. The poet sat across from them, somewhat subdued.

"What's wrong, boss? Take a break. There's no need to be so tense."

Bai Lin asked the other party while laughing with the child. The poet shook his head slightly and replied,

"That's natural. I'm just taking a break. But coming out of that kind of place always leaves me with some lingering thoughts. You should understand what I mean."

Bai Lin could definitely sense this. Calculations and schemes, everything was filled with endless possibilities. Every move had the potential to become a trap, keeping one's nerves constantly on edge. Even after leaving the scene, one would still feel a slight disturbance.

Bai Lin thought about it, to be honest, she was not very calm to rest, most of the playful thoughts were just to accompany Xiao Miyu. She looked a little serious and asked the poet,

"They've really put a lot of thought into this Dongfeng field. They've used every trick they can think of to target me. It's hard to imagine what they'll do next."

"Boss, what do you think they did? They were able to control me so well just by relying on guesswork and deduction. This is too scary."

"It's scary, but it's true. The devil is called a devil for a reason. The wild god beside Smo is only cooperating with Smo to a certain extent. It's not too far-fetched that a tactic that even the wild god fully believes in is capable of deceiving you."

The poet calmly said to Bai Lin,

"Whether they used cheating methods, I can't tell you directly. I can only say two things. First, their coded exchanges don't actually involve much strategic content or exchange of cards. By the third round, I had already cracked their code, and if they did, I would have heard it. So, you'll find that they don't actually communicate much."

"Secondly, that's actually what you said. In this context, gods and demons are just nouns, and that's true. They don't have extraordinary cheating methods. If they did, it would definitely be something you can understand through your human mind."

"As for their tactics, it's the same. If you were just watching the game, you could definitely break it with a little thought. But once you're sitting there, you're exposed to too many distractions, so you fall into their trap."

Listening to the poet's analysis of herself, Bai Lin was also thoughtful. She held her chin, thought for a while, and said with emotion,

"Yeah... that's right. Although I've rediscovered my mahjong-playing feeling now, and I know when to strike, I can't always pull off a miracle like the last round."

Indeed, in the final round, Bai Lin drew the crucial card on the first ridge move, directly revealing the key treasure card for dora4. Then, with the poet's gift, he continued on the ridge, securing a winning hand. If one were to accurately calculate the probability, it wouldn't even reach one in ten thousand. Everything just happened perfectly, and it was exactly the card he needed.

Bai Lin's luck at the mahjong table was usually pretty good, but to this point was a bit strange. She knew very well that this couldn't go on forever, but...

"Relax. Even if your luck isn't always this high, it's more than enough. Our strategy is to help you win, while your opponent is trying to catch you. This results in a pure strategy that allows us to win faster. Because I can fully support you, there's no need to make any unnecessary strategic arrangements. This is equivalent to having twice the number of cards in the opponent's hand, which is a complete guarantee for us."

The poet said so. Her words were so passionate that it seemed as if she was saying to Bai Lin, "I give you everything I have." She continued,

"As long as the timing is right, we can just declare a general attack. If all else fails, just like in the first round, I'll just fire away at you. Under these rules, even if the points reach zero, the game won't end, so we can try our best to choose this approach."

"Of course, if they change their tactics in the next game and go head-to-head with us, that would be a different story. They have good luck, but we've already concentrated our points and souls, giving us a significant advantage. Even if we play the conventional way, victory will ultimately be ours."

This was indeed the case. Bai Lin, having regained her composure, naturally understood this and was ready to face the situation ahead. However, she kept feeling a faint sense of unease. She didn't know where this feeling came from, but simply dismissed it as excessive nervousness, quickly dismissing it.

Bai Lin nodded slightly to the poet, put down Mi Yu, and stood up. With a strong back, she walked towards the dim room again.

"Let's go, strike while the iron is hot, South Wind Bureau, let's start the battle."

-

Chronosthea was the name of a vicious dragon. Throughout its long life, it had rarely lowered its proud head. Its ferocity lay not only in its claws, but also, more so, in its heart.

Naturally, such a vicious dragon had seen many more wicked and colorful beings. They had seen cunning schemes and bloodlust, all of which had been present in their lives. Some had filled them with awe, but many more had been met with contempt. After all, they were a proud dragon.

But today, it found it difficult to express an appropriate attitude towards the situation. Its soul remained caged, quietly watching the match from behind Smo. Choosing this position allowed it to better see Bai Lin's expression and better understand Smo's actions. In Kronos's words, it was a better opportunity to see how Bai Lin was defeated, which intrigued it.

But after things had progressed to this point, it was actually shocked by the scene before it. During its time in this cage, it was also digesting what it had seen in the previous round, which was why it did not go to the lounge with Bai Lin and the others.

"Unbelievable... Everything that human said was correct. Others might think her judgment was just a grandiose statement half-guesswork, but I can see it clearly here."

Chapter 845 See Through

Smo placed her left hand on the table three times, but not once was she truly drawing. Although she asserted her luck as being no less than Bai Lin's, Kronos saw through everything.

In reality, Smoo's cards had been incredibly scattered throughout each hand, practically the worst. Even after waiting so long and finally getting a draw, he'd rarely have a good pattern (a good winning pattern). Perhaps finally getting a hand was a blessing, but it was far inferior to Bai Lin's two consecutive miracles on the ridge.

The reason why, from the perspective of others, she did seem to have a certain degree of luck was simply because her actions were all extremely bold. In just one short Dongfeng match, Kronos saw Smoo dismantle his existing hand at least twice, instead employing a single-handed strategy to target Bai Lin, even destroying his winning hand to set a trap.

Her style of play was a level of perfection that was completely incomprehensible to others. If Bai Lindong's four-game self-draw was mysterious, then Si Mo's play was no less impressive. She completely controlled every card in Bai Lindong's hand and her opponent's psychology, and no one knew how she did it.

Furthermore, from the moment he stepped into the room, Small's trap had already begun. His words, his movements, even things like the lights on the wall were all part of his scheme. Even when he was exposed, he showed no emotion, as if he had completely detached himself from everything else, like a machine, a machine that treated people like toys.

If Bai Lin's determination to win, maintaining composure amidst so much emotion and making a resolute choice, was the real reason for her actions: "Kill the opponent." She was risking her life, and Kronos could sense it. Such a deadly opponent, unwavering in all circumstances, was undoubtedly the most dangerous.

However, there was a fatal difference between her and Bai Lin: she had no pressure. Si Mo had been putting pressure on Bai Lin, but it was as if he had no feelings about winning or losing at all. No pressure. Regardless of winning or losing, his actions and strategies were always the same.

Kronos had seen strong wills before, but when cornered, with all their strength shattered before their very eyes, few could maintain their resolve. Cosmo was different; she truly did the same thing, regardless of the situation.

What made Kronos even more confused and complicated was naturally Bai Lin's ability to regain the advantage. Granted, this rule itself had a small number of rounds, which suited players with good luck, but Bai Lin's ability to see through the tactics was what truly surprised him.

In such a competition, who would win in the end? Even Kronos was at a loss for words and wanted to continue watching.

In the first round of the South Wind Arena, with Smo as the banker, her luck wasn't particularly good, not much different from the East Wind Arena, just barely adequate. This time, she didn't use a special "sacrifice" strategy to alert her opponent from the outset, but instead played the game according to the normal card effects. Kronos couldn't help but wonder, had she given up on her strategy, facing Bai Lin's level of luck?

After a few more rounds, Smo still hadn't made any good moves, while Bai Lin smiled confidently, laying down two cards, knocking down the blank card played by the poet, and then played a card. At this moment, Bai Lin had been listening.

On the other hand, Smo was still far behind, but she groaned, threw the cards in her hand horizontally, threw out a stick, and performed a riichi. The pressure from the dealer, regardless of whether it was real or fake, was something few people could ignore.

Bai Lin, however, seemed unperturbed. Rather, the discards she played were all predictable winning tiles. Even if she had a true winning hand, it would hardly have affected her opponent. Clearly, Bai Lin's fortunes hadn't been significantly affected by that miraculous comeback; they remained strong.

The poet immediately revealed the hidden card that Simo had played horizontally, and this time no one blocked it. Bai Lin took it again, and he was now in a winning hand.

At this moment, the God of Arakawa suddenly drew a card, a hidden kong (a kong with four existing cards), and successfully flipped over a wild card that had never been played before. They all fell into the hands of Smoo and the God of Arakawa. The creation of the hidden kong also meant that the number of hidden cards increased, and the dealer's deterrent power of riichi became even greater.

Bai Lin, however, remained calm. She didn't insist any further, choosing to let the poet fire the shot, ending the round. After all, it was the dealer's turn, and both morally and logically, she should have eliminated the possibility of a shot.

"White, Treasure 1, 2000. This is the second time you've been passed over in this way, Small. This time, can you still give me the same lecture as before?"

Bai Lin accepted the points without any arrogance, but also without hiding her edge, as if to return all the pressure from the other party. Seeing that the other party was silent, she continued,

"Also, I've pretty much seen through your tactics. The way the cards in the river of the wild gods appear to be flipped upside down and then face upside down seems like a pattern, but it's actually just a trap. During a round, the second time you play your hidden cards, the lights behind you brighten a bit, and you reach in front of your river and then play backwards. You're trying to fool people into thinking you're playing some trick."

"I don't know how many tricks like this you have... but your tactics have been shattered. No matter how sophisticated they are, they can't bother me. I will look at them rationally with a calm mind."

Bai Lin, having returned to her state, declared this. Every game she had played was no longer a mental obstacle, but a valuable "experience."

"Really? If that's what you think, then that's fine."