After four more matches, American player David and South African player Babu were eliminated one after another, and the four players who entered the semi-finals were officially decided.

Fernan, Zuo Songxing, Miyamotojiro and Baker will compete for the finals the morning after tomorrow.

After the game, the audience left the field while talking about the game just now.

"That Zuo Songxing is so lucky! He dared to follow both pairs, and he won in the end!"

"The trick that Miyamoto and David fought hard was so wonderful. He seemed to be sure that David was a bluff, and he actually scared David to abandon the card."

"It's a pity that Chief lost that game. Baker's card is obviously smaller than his. I don't know why he dared not follow."

"I don't dare to follow me. Baker's bet is so fierce. Those who don't know what to do, they think he got the flush!"

"What do you know? That's called psychological tactics! I decided, I want to buy 100,000 yuan Baker to enter the finals!"

"I don't care who you buy, I only buy mask killers anyway. As long as I don't discard, it means I win! It's so domineering!"

"Wouldn't it be a little too arrogant?"

"Are you arrogant? If I have his strength, I will be even more arrogant than him!"

"Do you want to play a few games?"

"When I buy a mask, I will kill all sides tonight!"

...

Behind the venue, reporters surrounded the four winning contestants and asked questions with their microphones.

"My uncle told me that the more expert he speaks, the more he should be low-key. Everyone, I actually like you to ask me to bet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saint!"

Ah Xing is now very calm and comfortable in facing the reporters, and even jokes with the reporters.

Fernan was surrounded by a group of reporters, but he had no intention of answering the question.

"Mr. Fan, how do you feel after winning?"

Le Huizhen held up the microphone and squeezed into front of him.

"Sorry, I won't accept the interview."

Fernan pushed her away, separated the crowd, and walked outside the venue.

The reporters followed him for a while and found that he really had no intention of accepting an interview, so they turned around and went to interview other contestants.

Only Le Huizhen is still following him.

"Hey! Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan?"

Fenan suddenly stopped, turned his face and glared fiercely.

Le Huizhen was startled, turned around and ran away, ran a few steps, and then looked back to see if he was chasing him.

Fernan's figure had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and Le Huizhen muttered angrily: "It's just that I want to return your clothes. Really, I'm not a ghost, why run so fast?"

"Sister Le, why are you here?"

Ah Hua ran over and said, "The eliminated David was not convinced and wanted to challenge Miyamoto!"

"Have you started fighting? Have you ever taken the picture?"

Le Huizhen suddenly felt energetic and asked while pulling him back.

Fei Nan came to the entrance of the venue, but heard someone calling him behind him.

"Mr. Fan, please wait."

He glanced at the map, but it was the Australian player Baker who advanced together.

"Mr. Fan."

Baker walked over and smiled and reached out to him: "I will get to know each other for the first time. My name is Baker, Baker Hansen."

Fernan was a little confused, but shook hands with him.

Baker's cursor color is normal, which means he is not hostile.

What made Fernan a little interested was his profession column, which had four professions: psychologist, teacher, painter, and writer.

Looking at Fernan, Baker smiled and said, "It seems you are very alert to me? This is what we should be. We are not familiar with each other, but if possible, I hope to get to know you. My interest in making friends is far greater than playing cards, especially interesting friends."

Fernan pulled the corners of his mouth, and his current image and behavioral style were not very similar to an interesting person.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Baker laughed, took out a business card and handed it over.

“As the contestant’s analysis manual says, I am a psychiatrist, I like to observe others, this is my profession and my hobby.”

Baker shrugged and said, "I can realize that you are very complicated, not just your identity, but also your psychological condition... I think you are very research-oriented. Of course, I am not saying that you are a patient, I just feel that you are a little confused and seem to need help..."

He spread his hands and smiled and said, "Anyway, if you want, you can chat with me, with my phone number on it."

His words are a bit confusing, but they can make people involuntarily trust him.

Fernan thought about it and took his business card.

It is naturally beneficial to know more friends, and the other party is not hostile, so maybe it will be useful to him in the future.

After handing over the business card, Baker said goodbye. Fernan came to the car, Billy held the car door and whispered: "What's the situation? Do you need help?"

"Nothing, is there any cigarette? Come on one."

In the past few days, Fernan has become familiar with him, which is Fernan's strength.

Pulling out a cigar and handing it to him, Billy said, "If you need help, speak."

...

In a village in Thailand, people are preparing for the annual summer festival.

Early in the morning, the villagers had already brought all kinds of fresh vegetarian rice to the temple, including not only various dishes, but also traditional banana leaf glutinous rice cakes.

At this moment, everyone was beating drums and drums to send over the huge candles that had been made that could be burned for three months without extinguishing.

Master Paro in the temple has a profound practice and is deeply loved by the villagers. He has sat on the wooden pagoda in the middle of the temple three days ago, chanting scriptures and praying for the villagers. He has never stopped regardless of the wind or rain.

Today is a good weather. The sun is westward and there are large areas of burning clouds appearing in the sky, with bright red colors as if they are about to drip blood.

The monks in the temple had moved the Buddha statue out and placed it on a wooden stand, carrying it by three strong men with naked upper bodies, and patrolling along the temple.

The bronze Buddha statues that were taller than a thousand pounds were steadily resisted by three men.

The man in front of the Buddha statue was about 30 years old, tall, with thick long black hair tied to his forehead by a hemp rope as thick as a little finger, and fell down, covering his eyes like a lion and tiger.

Half of the weight of the bronze Buddha was pressing on his shoulders. Under his bronze body, his muscles were tangled and surging like running water, wet by sweat, shining with a metallic luster.

He had his feet naked, and with every step he took, his feet would sink deep into the soil, making a dull sound.

A monk's bowl was placed in front of the Buddha statue. After the monks in the temple held the monk's bowl in their hands, the villagers put the vegetarian food they carried into the monk's bowl.

Some people with children will also raise them up and let them put the food in the monk's bowl in front of the Buddha statue to seek blessings from the Buddha.

Suddenly, the two men carrying the bronze Buddhas behind staggered. The man on the right slid down and did not stand firmly. His body tilted, and his whole body fell to the right along with the bronze Buddhas.

"snort!"

The man in front of him groaned, twisted his right foot and pushed hard.

His whole body was like a wooden nail that penetrated into the ground, and his right shoulder sank, stopping the tilting momentum of the bronze Buddha.

The wooden frame was creaking with the weight of the copper Buddha. The man on the right stood firm and hurriedly resisted the wooden frame again and lifted the copper Buddha straight.
Chapter completed!