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

"When the two prey were injured and forced to flee separately, the two hunters, equipped with radios, were naturally able to coordinate their efforts while pursuing them separately. Admittedly, the poet's soul is truly coveted, but I can still obtain it after defeating you. So, you don't need to act too surprised."

The truth was, as Smo had said. It had been explicitly stated in the bet itself: the poet's soul was the stake in Bai Lin's eventual defeat. Furthermore, anyone whose soul points were completely depleted would also have their soul taken away, so the match couldn't be ended prematurely by letting the poet lose.

Her slightly frivolous tone seemed to give Bai Lin enough respect, but it was only enough. Bai Lin shook his head, trying to forget it, and replied loudly,

"We're even tied, and you're still talking so much. If you really want to have a few rounds of verbal battle with me, I'm happy to accompany you. The outcome isn't over yet, so what if I lose those 1,000 points of yours?"

Bai Lin refused to give in, but her confidence was clearly diminished. Having built up an advantage and entered a favorable match, she now found herself in an increasingly passive position. This was naturally frustrating, but it was inevitable.

There were so many implications for these three 7p cards that delving too deeply into their meaning would only lead to confusion. However, the only thing that was certain was that, based on Smoo's words, the God of Wilderness and Smoo had enough energy to simultaneously attack the poet and Bai Lin, who were struggling to coordinate.

Facing Bai Lin's expression, Si Mo just smiled faintly twice and revealed the situation in one sentence.

"Hehe... let's wait and see."

A new round, a new hand, and Kronos's hand was still clear. Honestly, both Smough and Aragami's cards were pretty poor, including in the previous round. Aragami had already made a riichi move early on, but it was merely a fake one.

In just eight rounds of poker, these two had already used the tactic of fake listening to deceive Bai Lin five times. They capitalized on the fact that their luck at poker was definitely beyond the pale, and combined with the pressure of the stakes, they succeeded repeatedly. Deception, subterfuge, everything flowed from these two.

No, it was more like it came from Smo. The Aragami had only been cooperating with Smo's tactics. Although Chronos couldn't fully understand the signals between them, as an outsider, he could clearly sense them. Just as he now understood, the so-called simultaneous hunting of two people was bullshit.

This game of cards was aimed at Bai Lin from beginning to end. All the pressure was put on Bai Lin, as if they just wanted to take advantage of the poet's low health to give Bai Lin a more brutal blow.

This proved to be quite successful, though Bai Lin hadn't realized it yet. Even if she did, what would it matter? Having followed Bai Lin for so long, Kronos knew her well. She possessed an almost obsessive focus on the lives of her companions, a focus that, even in the realm of human sensibility, bordered on the extreme.

Bai Lin's spirit was now very strong, but there was still this flaw. If she could completely discard this part of her humanity, she would be spiritually perfect. But judging by her current performance and based on Kronos's experience so far, this was impossible.

It felt like this was bound to happen sooner or later. For someone like her, if she didn't abandon this relationship and choose another path, wounded and wounded, she would only end up dead. This was one of the reasons Kronos had remained with Bai Lin, because he was certain that Bai Lin's fate would be even worse than his own.

Either he would be twisted and no longer be the human being called Bai Lin. Or he would die in the fear of the unknown. Of course, it was also possible that both would happen at the same time.

But there was one thing Kronos couldn't understand. He clearly sensed an inexplicable "smell of fear" about the poet. She didn't seem the type to be frightened; perhaps she was simply reacting slightly to the situation. The poet was intelligent, Kronos could offer such an assessment.

If that's the case, why didn't she remind Bai Lin that the other two people's attack target was actually Bai Lin? It couldn't understand, similar to the mysteries seen in the poet, there are many more. Perhaps this is the characteristic of the astrologer family.

Refocusing his attention on Bai Lin, her cards this round looked much better than the previous one. After only two rounds, she already had the rudiments of a "Duan Yi" (a card game) and a "Zheng Ding" (a card game).

There were no unnecessary tasks, no interruptions, and the road to a rapid attack was like an oracle descending from the sky, guiding Bai Lin forward. She knew exactly what she had to do and was eager to complete it.

The poet, of course, cooperated with Bai Lin. She played a 40,000 card, exactly one of the cards Bai Lin lacked. While she couldn't use a cannon, she could still provide some support. But before Bai Lin could take the Kan card, a "bang" sounded from the opposite table.

Smo sent the 40,000 to the corner of the table. The black Chinese characters on the Wan card appeared coldly in front of Bai Lin's eyes. It looked so dazzling, just like Smo's eyes at the moment.

Chapter 851 Cheer up

Just as tempting yet indifferent as before, but enough to make Bai Lin feel even more resentful.

Si Mo took a light puff of cigarette and exhaled slightly towards Bai Lin, with a faint smile on her lips, and turned sideways. She flicked the ash with one hand, withdrew a 19 card, and then pressed the four cards in front of her hand with one hand, buckled them on the table, and pushed them to the corner of the table.

"Bang."

This thrust naturally sent a shiver through Bai Lin's heart. Every movement Si Mo made at this moment felt like a knife tip dangling from the necks of Bai Lin and the poet. No matter what she did, Bai Lin felt the pull, unable to escape the impasse.

He lightly added the Ridge card to his hand, and then withdrew a one-nine card. Now the signs of a one-nine or a pair of pairs were very obvious.

Huang Shen, still maintaining her relaxed and cheerful smile, drew a card. Then, it was Bai Lin's turn again. Now, the 40,000-point card was out of the question. With only the last card left, her chances of winning the hand dropped dramatically. She had been waiting for the 40,000-point card, and giving up now would undoubtedly be a setback, but she had no choice.

Fortunately, the 6p that I got in this round can be combined with the extra 8p. I gave up the Kan card and waited for another Kan card, which was not bad. Although the opponent had already drawn the hand, I was not completely hopeless.

Just as Bai Lin expected, in the next round, Si Mo failed to win, but Bai Lin unexpectedly drew a 40,000 card. This made Bai Lin extremely upset. She still had 50,000 cards left in her hand, but the 30,000 cards she played in the previous round had already made her draw a 30,000 or 60,000 card.

Why... why did you come only now? Can this still be considered good luck? This is simply fate mocking me.

She angrily threw the 40,000 yuan away, which was also a helpless act.

In the next round, the poet played a hidden card, which the sharp-eyed Small noticed immediately and she immediately declared,

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

This moment jolted Bai Lin awake. Yes, how could he have been so absorbed in his own hand, so caught up in danger? But the poet! What on earth was he thinking? How could he have overlooked this? When he realized this, the poet's life was already being threatened. He had to do something.

Bai Lin's eyes were completely filled with random thoughts. She slapped the table quickly and said,

"I want to stop it, stop it!"

After shouting this, she threw the two coin-shaped objects on the table to the middle, her whole body slightly bent, and she was silent, thinking about something. But the audience below reacted extremely strongly.

Sister, cheer up!

Yes, anyone could see that Bai Lin had lost her mind. The poet hadn't even signaled Bai Lin to act, yet she had placed a heavy bet in this difficult situation, simply to prevent the poet's hand, which had only a small chance of winning, from being revealed.

There was a long silence at the mahjong table. Smo shook his head slightly and said slowly,

"There are always people in this world who are fragile. You have the ability to stand up again after setbacks, Holy Son, but..."

"You have to survive the setbacks I've caused you. This is a bit too shameful."

This was one of the few times that Simo had mocked Bai Lin directly. Bai Lin's expression slowly returned to normal, and then she was filled with anger. But she didn't say anything in return, as if she was powerless to vent her anger. She just looked at him, as if to say,

Then let me see how you are going to kill me? !

Smo was speechless and played the card in his hand. The God of Wilderness responded instantly and ate it. Then, Smo ate the card. It turned out that she had not listened to the card before. She played another card in her hand. The God of Wilderness pushed the card and declared,

"Send, 1000 points. Phew, I'm a little tired from playing, let me take a break."

The three soul points instantly vanished from the card table like a passing cloud of smoke. Si Mo, speechless, left the table with the God of Wilderness and began to tally up the points. Bai Lin, on the other hand, seemed lost. She closed her eyes slightly, resting her trembling hand on her forehead as she sat at the card table, lost in thought. After a long moment, the poet reached out his hand, wanting to support Bai Lin, but Bai Lin waved it off, indicating that she could.

She stood up, and from behind she looked thinner, as if she had lost her former vitality.

-

Bai Lin, sitting with the poet in the lounge, remained silent. Even Mi Yu sat to the side, silent, not knowing whether he had nothing to say or didn't know where to begin.

It was no wonder. The situation at the South Wind Field was incredibly depressing. The poet could die at any moment, and even the final Soul Point settlement payment was made by Bai Lin. He had been led by the opponent the entire game. Although on the surface, Bai Lin and Si Mo's points seemed evenly matched, it was clear to everyone that Bai Lin was already at a disadvantage.

"...I made some mistakes, especially in the final South 4. The losses were indeed huge. I must correct them in the next half. But the poets are really lucky. It's really hard for me to beat them every time."

Bai Lin was the first to speak. She felt somewhat powerless, having been trapped by the other party, but she could no longer charge forward.

Her words did not mean to blame, but her tone was full of complaints. She did not rush to the poet, but when she saw that the poet continued to remain silent, she spoke again impatiently,

"We have to think of a way, poet! It's good to rely on luck at the mahjong table, but if you continue like this, you will probably die--"

"I've told you, Holy Son, you don't need to worry about me. Just do your own thing. They can't always be lucky. If you think our luck isn't good enough this time, then we'll wait until we're lucky enough."

The poet's voice was as elegant as ever, with a care and tenderness unique to Bai Lin, but the words themselves were extremely abrupt, directly interrupting Bai Lin's speech. The poet did not look at Bai Lin, but stared into the air, and then said,

"We are still in an advantageous position. Even though your soul points are roughly the same as Smoo's, you have a greater advantage in soul reserves and can decide the timing of the attack at any time. At the same time, your points are higher than his, and you will gain two points at the end of the settlement."

Listening to the poet's speech, Bai Lin's expression became more and more dazed. She looked at the poet with surprise, even panic, and her eyeballs trembled uncontrollably.

Chapter 852 Physically and Mentally Exhausted

Then, all her emotions, like firewood, became fuel for the flames. She slammed her hand down on the armrest of the sofa, smashing it to pieces. The flames of anger burned across her face. Bai Lin's expression became increasingly exaggerated, and she no longer showed any trace of patience. She jumped up and shouted,

"Don't you understand the situation you're in, poet?! Are you kidding me? We have the upper hand? Do you really think so?"

"Just one more step, just one more step and you're dead. If we only consider the points, we do have the advantage, but this isn't a normal game. If your points drop again, you'll die, and we'll be completely defeated."

"Okay, even if I do as you say and ignore you and play my own cards, we used to be a team, one step ahead of the other. Now I have to deal with their speed alone. Once they switch to a quick attack, with their luck, it will be easy for them to defeat me, right? Thinking this way is obviously wrong!"

This was the first time Bai Lin had spoken so loudly to the poet. Her emotions surged, her roar like waves of raging flames, venting like a rainbow. Yet, not a single ounce of her fury reached the poet. He simply sat there, silent and still not looking at Bai Lin. Or rather, she wasn't looking at anything at all.

Seeing this situation, Bai Lin sighed, and the feeling of old age and fatigue was revealed in her hunched figure. She also seemed to have lost some of her anger at this moment. After a long time, she said,

"I originally wanted to discuss some barely feasible tactics like giving each other away and wasting time, but now it seems there's no need to discuss it. Honestly, Boss, I've known you for so long, and I feel like we're truly open-hearted. I truly trust you, and you truly trust me, too. To this point, you actually believe I can win, and that I can win before they kill you."

"You gave me your life, and I...and I have no idea what you're thinking? I might be a little confused."

Bai Lin's fingers spread out feebly, her eyes slightly closed as she leaned back on the sofa, resting quietly. At this moment, the poet glanced slightly in Bai Lin's direction. She stared for a long moment, her expression hidden beneath that stiff mask.

-

Bai Lin returned to the table and felt as if she had never had any rest time. The feeling of fatigue suppressed her body and mind, which was an experience she had almost never had after the war.

Her inner thoughts were neither clear nor chaotic. Her desire to win was still strong, and what she was thinking was simple:

Since the poet's assistance to me is very limited now, and based on the rules of mahjong, the ways we can win are also extremely limited -

The demons on the other side were like monsters. They spent the entire half of the village without firing a single shot at us, and the same was true for the wild gods. This was the power of the ghosts and gods, truly awe-inspiring. Without the poet's gift of cannons, we could only rely on self-drawing.

Good cards. I need good enough hands, preferably a perfect hand, ideally one that can completely wipe out the table and kill the game. Even if, under these rules, self-drawing only earns me soul points and can't directly hit the opponent, and is less powerful, that doesn't matter. As long as I can self-draw, then self-draw.

Even though she knew her opponent's luck was equally strong, Bai Lin could only believe that she would be better. So, with this thought in mind, she entered the second half of the village.

First, confirm the seating arrangements. This time, Bai Lin was the banker, giving her the initial opportunity to attack. However, this also meant that if the opponent changed their strategy and Bai Lin failed to anticipate it, she would lose her advantage as the banker from the start. This was actually a bad seating arrangement for Bai Lin.

But no matter what, this place must be taken first, and Bai Lin was very clear about this. Her eyes were fierce, as if she wanted to use this table of mahjong tiles to drag the gods and demons together into a state even more chaotic than the bottom of chaos, and tear them apart completely.

As if some unknown presence sensed Bai Lin's aura, good luck surged from her. In the first round, Bai Lin was dealt a hand that she always expected. A single hand, with the potential for a pair, could be quickly revealed, supporting a quick attack. The number of points was the icing on the cake for her.

But then, an extremely strange scene appeared. After the cards were played in a circle, the God of Wilderness actually chuckled evilly and threw the upright stick out. She laughed and said,

"Riichi, no, the first patrol should be—double riichi! I'm so sorry, Shengzi, for letting you see something like this right after you come to the village."

The wild god's tone was extremely playful, and he seemed to be putting on an act, as if to say, "I'm obviously just standing there for fun, so what? If you have the guts, just ignore me, or give me a full slam if I lose."

Bai Lin certainly understood this, but such outrageous behavior was indeed possible in this situation. After all, Aragami and Smo had given Bai Lin exactly that feeling. Of course, Bai Lin could ignore it. He'd just shoot, anyway, since the patrol officer was already there, there was no way to prevent it.

But for the poet, such a situation is simply a disaster. It's like being pushed into the jungle as prey, but you don't know the way through the jungle, you don't know what the enemy will use to hunt you, and you don't know how many enemies there are. Everything is unknown, and only the fear of death comes with the darkness.

Can the poet really hold up under such circumstances?

Bai Lin looked at the poet, but all he got in return was that cold mask. Bai Lin exhaled, wiped his cold fingers across his face, trying to clear his mind, then looked forward, thinking silently,

Let's just trust her first, believe she can do it. Let's attack!

Bai Lin naturally discarded the extra cards. And in the next round, Smo played a card that was exactly what Bai Lin needed, the Four Cakes.

Because she had 3356 cakes in her hand, and the original Quetou on the other side was 244 million. If she took 4 cakes, Bai Lin would form a Kan Zhang hand, which was obviously not the best choice. Seeing this card, she couldn't help but frowned slightly. But in the end, she put the card down and announced loudly,

"eat!"

So, she started playing a similar hand to the previous round, a single hanging hand. This was too few hands for a self-draw, which was obviously disadvantageous, but she couldn't care less now.

Chapter 853: Too Low Level

Everything must be based on speed.

But after a few rounds, Bai Lin actually touched the 4 she needed. This was like fate mocking her. She suppressed her anger and played this hidden card of 4. The God of Wilderness immediately slammed the table and declared,

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

"Expose it."

Bai Lin did not stop her. This action of hers was undoubtedly putting pressure on him. If he stopped her, he would fall into a trap. However, Bai Lin still had some doubts about Huang Shen's behavior.

First, Small, sitting across from me, clearly had no signs of a draw, while I had a genuine draw. Did they really believe I couldn't draw a hand myself? Or was Aragami's Riichi real?

No matter how she thought about it, Bai Lin felt a palpitation of uneasiness, as if her blood had frozen, spreading from her spine to her entire body. Without time to think about it, she discarded a useless card from her hand.

During this round, Smo, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke and said,

"You must be wondering why the God of Wilderness dares to raise the stakes like this?"

"It's none of your business. Play your cards right."

Even if Bai Lin was weak at this moment, she would only use a vicious tone to treat Si Mo. In Bai Lin's eyes, these two ghosts and gods had become hateful people who wanted to take the lives of her teammates. She no longer had any kindness towards them. Si Mo still maintained his usual attitude and continued,

"I've met so many people, Holy Son. Some are born geniuses. Even if their fathers are priests and they've been educated in a seminary since childhood, they still cherish a desire to study science. They abandon fame and fortune, blend in with the crowd, and even single-handedly create legends of humanity. They cast aside the human part and pursue a part that transcends humanity."

"And you, on the other hand, are not a genius. As long as you refuse to abandon your fragile humanity, no matter how you disguise or whitewash it, you will always be a fragile person. Your thoughts are as transparent as a mirror to us, too easy to see through."

Si Mo's aggressive words became more and more intense in front of Bai Lin. Bai Lin raised his eyes and looked at him with a look that seemed to want to completely wipe out Si Mo. He spoke weakly but secretly said fiercely,

"I'm not a genius, so what? Trying to crush someone with words is too low-class..."

"I don't mean to overwhelm you, Holy Son. This is the biggest communication gap between us. I can see through you, but you can't see through me, just like you can't see through the other two people present."

Smo shook his head gently. This story made Bai Lin's thoughts stop abruptly and suddenly change direction. Before Bai Lin could think too much about this sentence, Smo pushed the four cards to the corner of the table with one hand and said,

"Bang."

A hidden kang was placed before Bai Lin. It contained four 30,000 cards, her only waiting hand. This sight made Bai Lin's eyes widen. Besides shock, she was even more furious. But she remained silent, knowing that nothing she said would be of any use.

Look at that devil. Looking at my angry expression, I think he might be laughing in his heart. I can’t fall into his trap. I can’t fall into his trap!

When Smoo quit playing, Bai Lin shouted,

"eat!"

Bai Lin decisively changed her waiting hand. Since this path was blocked, she had no choice but to try another one.

But this time, good luck didn't come to Bai Lin. Even at the end of the round, Bai Lin still had a draw. Huang Shen's cards were revealed. She was a bluff, as expected. After paying out the grand slam, everyone moved on to the next round.

In Bai Lin's view, this was just a game with too many episodes, but in Kronos's eyes, it was a turbulent situation.

This time, Smo and Aragami seemed to be cornered. Their cards looked like they had no chance of winning, the odds were incredibly poor. They seemed to have sensed from the start that Bai Lin's luck was improving with her growing bloodlust, because Bai Lin was just that kind of person. The more desperate she was, the more she would unleash her power in seemingly insane ways.