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

"What an interesting proposal, very much like yours. If you were to act in a normal way, you would probably be considered crazy. But..."

"But gambling is inherently illogical, isn't it?"

Bai Lin replied with what Simo had said. Simo also agreed, looked away, looked at the empty space behind Bai Lin, and replied,

"Perhaps, if you're not crazy, you can't win."

And so, the East Third Division match was about to begin. This time, a deeper and more mysterious aura emanated from Bai Lin. It wasn't necessarily stronger than before, but it was definitely more resolute. Meanwhile, on Smo's side, not much had changed, he simply slowly analyzed the situation.

At the beginning, she manipulated Bai Lin's suspicion and made Bai Lin fall into psychological tactics, but with the poet's guidance, Bai Lin saw through her tactics and the tactics ended in failure.

After that, she used a trick and Bai Lin's slightly elevated mood to hide the poet's precarious situation until the poet's life was hanging by a thread. This would cause Bai Lin to panic again, which was a special tactic targeting her personally.

However, even with this problem, Smo couldn't guarantee victory. Her burgeoning luck was too much to resist, so she had to force the situation to resemble the East Third Round. She forced Bai Lin to fight tooth and nail, and at the height of her attack, she struck a decisive blow. She could either kill the poet, or break Bai Lin's mind, allowing her to find an opportunity to kill him. But in the end, it ended in a seemingly successful failure, failing to achieve her goal.

As for what would happen now... it was beyond Smo's calculations and predictions. Bai Lin had used this self-destructive method to escape the demon's vicious circle. She had no idea what level of fighting Bai Lin would display next, or how he would attempt to defeat her. She only knew that Bai Lin would not retreat, and would undoubtedly return to a strength comparable to his previous strength.

Bai Lin did this because he was determined to seize this opportunity to gain more. He threw off the shackles of fear that his teammates would be attacked, transforming his body into a coveted prey. This was also the first time Bai Lin had guided Smo to play a card to "kill" him. And this so-called guidance was exactly what Smo had always done to Bai Lin.

She didn't know what Bai Lin had thought about or seen during the time she had collapsed on the table, which had caused her to suddenly break out of her own mindset and undergo a drastic change. Just like Bai Lin's possible next behavior... she couldn't imagine it anymore.

After cleaning the table, Bai Lin drank some hot water. Perhaps because of her previous actions, she looked a little haggard. The poet finally asked with concern,

"Have you thought it through, Holy Son? She is your opponent."

Bai Lin didn't look at the poet, she just replied calmly,

"When you were firing at me, your opponent was also her. Did you hesitate?"

The poet was silent and did not answer. Bai Lin smiled slightly and then answered,

"I hesitated. But it wasn't my life that mattered, it was yours. At that moment, I felt dizzy, and all hope vanished. If I can't win, then Latia is doomed, isn't she? Thoughts like these overwhelmed me."

"But then, an idea so simple it couldn't be simpler, seemingly because my spirit was already as weak as a dead person, naturally came to my mind. That is, the idea I am proposing now."

Chapter 866 Don’t You Agree?

"What do you think?"

In the lounge, Huang Shen asked Si Mo a somewhat unclear question. Si Mo leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his eyes as if he was very tired, then sat up, shook his head, and sighed.

"It's quite good, but the current situation is a bit difficult to deal with. A person's personality is determined by their own experiences. The fact that the Holy Son has reached this point is already very powerful."

"Plus, having a top-tier guide like the poet as a teammate is indeed a difficult situation. Although she has her second thoughts, she's not much stronger than you."

Simo glanced at Huang Shen and concluded. Huang Shen smiled innocently and replied,

"What do you mean? I've been very cooperative with you. Are you dissatisfied? At least I didn't make things worse!"

"You bringing her here is the biggest hindrance to me. You actually made me suffer such a huge loss to play the next game. For a demon like me, this is irrational behavior and an unprecedented experience."

Simo glared at the God of Wilderness fiercely, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the God of Wilderness to make him bleed for it. The God of Wilderness remained expressionless, tilted his head slightly, and replied,

"Didn't we agree to this? You can't blame me for everything. And if you place a bet with me, you're guaranteed to win. Don't you think that's a good idea?"

These two questions also dispelled Smona's outward anger. She sighed slightly and replied to the God of Wilderness,

"Indeed, you're right. If she truly abandoned humanity and sought victory, perhaps I wouldn't have used such a fair method, and she would probably have been harmed by it. A purely rational machine does sound powerful, but..."

At this point, Smo hesitated, thought for a moment, and then changed the subject and continued,

"This difficult-to-reason and guesstimate direction, seemingly crazy but actually based on the rational and simple judgment of the parties involved, may be the most likely one. However, this will also lead to more unreliable factors. Betting on a game whose outcome you can't even guess is really a bit..."

"Are you going to say something unbecoming of yours again? Well, esteemed Demon Lord, please tell us how to win next. It doesn't look like you really want to lose, even at this point."

The sarcastic words of the wild god interrupted Smoo's speech and brought up the topic. Smoo did not pay attention to the other party's words, but directly entered a normal state and replied,

"Of course, if I don't give it my all, there's no point. As I said, no matter what, all I have to do is do my best. This scene before me is certainly a bit helpless, but it's not without solutions."

"Oh? What can I do?"

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The break was over, and the South Wind match was about to begin. Clearly, Bai Lin's physical condition hadn't returned to peak after a brief rest; she still needed the poet's support as she emerged from the lounge. Apparently, her condition didn't affect her mahjong playing, so she didn't ask for an extended break.

As for Smo and Huang Shen, they remained the same. This Nanfeng game was the final outcome. Who would win and who would lose would soon be determined.

"Well then, let's get started, South 1st Bureau."

This time, it was Bai Lin who spoke first. In the South 1 round, she was the banker, holding a substantial advantage in points, but only a slight advantage in soul points. Furthermore, both she and the poet were in imminent danger of being killed in a single blow, so the actual advantage wasn't significant.

If she could win the hand repeatedly and get the winning point, it would be an option. However, extending the game would undoubtedly increase the risk for her. It was up to Bai Lin to decide how to make this choice.

On the other hand, Smoo could completely disregard the loss of points. As long as they could gain a little bit from the opponent, that was enough. Of course, they had other options, but judging by the situation, the situation they faced was truly dire.

In South Round 1, the cards Smoo drew weren't bad, but they were also a bit mediocre. But with Bai Lin's speed, wasn't mediocre almost the same as bad?

But ultimately, having good cards isn't a bad thing. Peaceful, even developing towards a completely peaceful hand, already gave her room to play. She cut through the cards in her hand and quickly reached the point she'd always been at. Unfortunately, in the following rounds, she gained very few cards. It wasn't until the third round that she finally drew a six-piece, allowing her to abandon her 79-piece hand and opt for a different approach. But she instantly discarded the six-piece, and the God of Wilderness quickly played two cards:

"bump."

Then, the God of Wilderness also played a three-sou card. Smoo immediately took it and discarded the extra 7p card.

The two of them once again engaged in a coordinated effort. This had always been Smooth and Aragami's forte. The single-handed draw on 9p, combined with the signals from the river and the secondary reveal, was a perfect cover-up.

The 67p played by Small was a key hand in the peace game, but playing the 6p looked like he was chasing a full-belt game, trying to improve his hand and get more points.

From the perspective of others, a single 9p card doesn't offer a chance of peace, and the presence of a secondary reveal negates the possibility of a peace. This inevitably raises questions, raising the question of whether the card was played too hastily in a rush. And the 9p clearly doesn't fit the tempo of a rush. Not to mention the card already on the board, keeping it in the hand is more efficient than a single card.

Moreover, 6 and 9 at this time are strong cards, which makes people not care about the possibility of listening to 9p, and think that 9p is safe.

During that same round, Bai Lin drew a 9p. Already drawing, this extra 9p was undoubtedly a stumbling block, potentially ruining her chance to break the one. However, she glanced at the river and, for unknown reasons, simply left the 9p behind, switching to her drawing hand. A lone 9p, a hellish charge.

Bai Lin, who had been attacking all the time, actually made a detour? No, this wasn't a simple detour, but she had sensed another direction. She played the card horizontally and directly stood upright. After a round, as if by miracle, she touched 9p again.

"Riichi, one shot, self-draw, 2000 all."

It was obvious that the tactical arrangement that Smo and Huang Shen wanted to make had failed again. Bai Lin now had a natural grasp on the flow of the game. The two of them not only had to arrange their own tactics, but also had to go a step further and not give Bai Lin any chance to attack!

Chapter 867 Temporary Contract

But that was easier said than done. It was extremely difficult for the two of them to force a winning hand, and they could only rely on Smoo to win, as it was almost impossible for the God of Wilderness to catch up with Bai Lin in terms of soul points.

Even in this situation, Smo continued to do what she always did. She continued to set traps, no matter how fast Bai Lin was. It seemed that if she did this, she would eventually be able to catch Bai Lin's life. But...

"Richi, self-draw, 1000 all."

In the first round of the game, the voice of despair rang out again. Whether it was a single knight, a Kan Zhang, or a pair of pairs, the foolish figure in front of Bai Lin was simply a joke—a joke. No matter what the cards, she always managed to follow the flow of good luck and reach the correct answer. And fortunately, her good luck was constantly flowing, so she could continue to do so.

Si Mo's expression remained unchanged. She even lit a cigarette with a relaxed expression, as if the growing advantage wasn't solely Bai Lin's. Her eyes didn't tremble at all. Until now, she had never pinned her hopes on a change in fortune, but rather a firm and true direction, evident in her expression.

Finally, after such a long period of bad luck, our Smo finally got a good game. In her hand, she had a mixed-color, two-way draw, with few foolish moves, high enough speed, and enough points.

But when it was her turn to play, Smoo actually started to cut the already paired cards by herself, as if she was playing a very ordinary deck of cards. This made Kronos' eyes tremble, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart,

Is this demon crazy? Even if her luck improves slightly, there's no way she can match the opponent's level. This style of play is too risky and totally unlike her style. Forcing it will only lead to defeat!

But after a few rounds, a revelation from Smoo gave Kronos some idea of ​​this. Because she had taken the five Suo that Bai Lin had played, and Suozi's position was almost a single-hanging hand.

At this point, Huang Shen had the Five Soles in her hand. As long as she drew the entry card, she could quickly secure a draw. Furthermore, the tactic of taking the 5s and 5s, though already tried, was still possible. She had already thrown the corresponding Jin card in the river, so a single pass would be difficult to detect.

Furthermore, by removing the character tiles, she successfully transformed her hand from a mixed suit to a pure suit. While the increase in points was a drop in the bucket compared to such a point spread, it at least revealed a slight opportunity.

But can the current Bai Lin really be compared to the original one? Will she give up? Is there really still a chance to catch up with her?

Bai Lin chuckled twice and said to Si Mo,

"You're quite unlucky. Look at your river cards—three North Winds. It's normal to fail in the second choice, but I never expected it to happen to you."

"Son of God, you really love to joke around. Although I'm a demon, I'm no different from ordinary people when playing mahjong. It's normal to make mistakes. But you won't believe me, right? Think whatever you want."

Si Mo didn't try to hide anything, simply replying to Bai Lin calmly. Then, in the next round, she finally drew the last card she needed, completing her hand. A single suit, revealing a high-ranking hand of 5 points, had been formed, but...

Smo actually refused the offer of peace from the God of Wilderness.

She raised her hand, just as Bai Lin had done to the poet at the beginning, to calm the God of Wilderness. Kronos struggled in confusion. Could it be that Smo was really mad and about to transform?

As expected, in the next round, Bai Lin also completed her riichi in an instant. Although she was a little late this time, it didn't seem to affect her momentum at all. She swung the riichi stick casually, with the momentum of a self-touching shot, not considering the possibility of a shot.

As for Smo, she didn't change her draw either; she simply changed her strategy and played the round in a tie. Bai Lin's winning streak was finally ended in this way. But it seemed like the previous Nan 3 rounds: although it was a victory, the winner wasn't too happy.

The pressure shifted from Bai Lin to Smo, which was truly a role reversal.

At this moment, Si Mo said to Bai Lin,

"Son, our scores are now very close. And you've seen that with the cooperation of the God of Wilderness and I, we can still surpass your speed."

"After all, you're not an invincible god, you're just slightly stronger than others. This small number of games isn't just your advantage, it's also your disadvantage. If the fortunes of the God of Desolation and I improve in the next three games, you'll lose."

"Under these circumstances, it's hard to guarantee victory. For me, this isn't a good situation. And it's the same for you, right? If we keep fighting, it might just be a draw with no real stakes."

Although Smo's words were persuasive and not coercive, his tone was unusually cold. But Bai Lin didn't feel anything strange. She raised her upper body slightly, looked directly at Smo, and asked,

"The truth is exactly as you said. So, what exactly do you want to say? I don't think I will lose. Are you here to persuade me to surrender?"

"exactly."

Smo's reply was so shocking that the two people at the table were startled. Then she continued,

"However, don't misunderstand. This persuasion doesn't require you to pay anything. According to the normal process, after victory, you should have received two rewards: one for the God of Wilderness and one for me, just like you also split your souls into two people."

"I don't like playing this kind of game, so I'm proposing a temporary contract, just like when you declared yourself instantly dead after being cannonballed, to cover part of the original contract. The contract stipulates that I withdraw from the Wild God team and help you win. After your victory, I keep my original stake, and the Wild God portion remains yours."

It's hard to imagine such an act as betraying a teammate being brought up in this kind of setting. It seems a sign of weakness, and one that could easily draw resentment. But when you consider that the person recounting such an incident so calmly is a demon, it all seems much more natural.

In this world, contracts are indeed a very important binding force.

Chapter 868 It doesn’t seem to be what she is pursuing

Under the premise of both parties' consent, the contract can be modified to a certain extent. This is what Smoo calls a temporary contract. Bai Lin had already asked for the other party's opinion when he announced it. But now, the situation is different. Bai Lin did not express his opinion directly, but his attitude remained unchanged. He asked,

"There's no way the God of Wilderness would agree to this condition, right?"

"Of course I won't. Even if Small switches sides, I'll continue to fight one against three even though I know I'm going to lose. That's the only way to have fun. However, if Small simply switches sides, she doesn't need my consent. That's her personal decision. The game will continue as usual."

Huang Shen explained this as if she was not at all disturbed by Smo's betrayal, as if she really came here to have fun. And Smo nodded and said,

"Well, but if the three of us stand aside, the remaining three games will just be a walk-through—"

"I disagree."

Bai Lin, who had originally had a slightly ambiguous expression, immediately responded decisively. Her resolute gaze stood between her and Si Mo like an iron wall, severing Si Mo's thoughts. A moment of confusion flashed across Si Mo's eyes, and then he quickly asked Bai Lin,

"Tell me, you rejected such favorable conditions. You must have a good reason. After all, the God of Wilderness doesn't have many soul points right now. It's almost impossible for her to win alone."

"The reason is very simple. First, I don't trust you. Even though I know this contract is very binding, you just said you would assist me, not fully assist, which is a strong constraint, or help me win the game. With this kind of language trickery, you, a demon, have too much room to manipulate."

Seeing that Smollett had a rebuttal look on his face, Bai Lin did not interrupt his words but continued to speak.

"Of course, this is just one example. I don't trust you for many other reasons. You can't expect me to trust an opponent who wants to take away my soul and my teammates' souls as soon as we met, right? Although the God of Wilderness is a rotten god, I trust her even more than you. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Secondly, the God of Wilderness has remained largely silent in this match, merely cooperating with your tactics. She has defeated you before, and the Dawn and Dusk Showdown contained enough rules for her to pull off a comeback. This isn't a risk-free path to victory."

Listening to Bai Lin's words, Si Mo finally found an opportunity to interrupt. She slowly opened her mouth and replied,

"I know all of the methods of the God of Wilderness. When she played against me, she went through six and a half rounds of card games, and she also used all her skills to defeat me. So, I understand very well—"

"Finally, one more thing. This certainly seems like an uncertain outcome, but I believe I will win in the end. Ever since I gave up my soul, I haven't hesitated. So, rather than choosing your opinion, I trust myself more, and I also trust the poet sitting next to me."

Bai Lin was even more straightforward and blunt. She didn't even bother to reply to the other person's words. She interrupted him and continued with the rest of her words. Si Mo looked at Bai Lin and was silent for a while. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore and sighed deeply.

"You like interrupting others so much, but you really don't get along with me."

"Of course. It would be better if I didn't listen to a fox like you talking nonsense for so long. I've always admired that about her."

Smo glared at the smiling God of Wilderness. Then, her expression darkened and she completely returned to her previous state. She replied while stacking the cards.

"Perhaps, that's how it should be. But I'm just like you, Holy Son. No matter what, I will believe in myself. No matter what you do, I will fight this game with all my might."

Seeing that Si Mo was so serious, Bai Lin's pale face actually showed a rare smile. Bai Lin held his cards tightly and replied,

"That sounds like something you'd say before a decisive battle. It's a shame there aren't many rounds left, so this is just the end."

"Perhaps, this is where the real decisive battle begins?"

The poet, who had been silent until then, slowly spoke. Her tone was similar to Bai Lin's, weak and trembling, yet conveying a resounding will. Bai Lin, meanwhile, had also been on a round of card games, picking up a card and placing it forcefully on the one in front of him.

"makes sense."

Meanwhile, Simo's murderous intent was even stronger than in the previous two rounds. She was even faster than Bai Lin, her pancake soul alike, always listening. This was only the second round, and a confusing aura enveloped the mahjong table.

It seems that just as Small said, the remaining games are just gambles with unclear outcomes.

At present, the cards in Huang Shen's hand are enough for Smo to complete the winning hand, which is undoubtedly a good thing for the two of them.

However, just like in the previous game, Simo was not in a hurry to ask the God of Wilderness to help her win. She gave away a 50,000 card in her hand, which was one of the cards that Bai Lin could take. However, Bai Lin completely ignored it, and it seemed that the card was not what she was looking for.

Even though the God of Wilderness had gifted her 90,000, Bai Lin remained calm and composed. She was absolutely certain that the remaining 90,000 would fall into her hands. Her will guided the inevitable outcome. She grasped the destined 90,000 and casually handed the pancake to Si Mo.