Yu-Gi-Oh!, the Roar of the Weak

Chapter 273 Funeral Merchant

Ha, my brother Zhuang Sini? I'm Zhang Erhe! Wait, damn it, who did she say her brother was again?

In Di Xing's mind, the grinning bald man who had appeared before him when he first arrived in this world came to mind.

The beautiful woman then said leisurely, "So, who are you?"

Di Xing's mind raced. What to do? He'd beaten this beautiful woman's brother to the ground and stolen all his cards—and money too!

So Di Xing forced himself to remain calm and said, "Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you. My name is Shi Zhao, I'm 33 years old. I live in the villa area in the northeast of the slag heap, and I'm unmarried. I work at the Guiyou chain store. I have to work overtime until 8 pm every day before I can go home..."

Di Xing recited Kira Yoshikage's famous quotes as if reciting a classic novel, incidentally shifting the blame to Shi Xun, but the beautiful woman preemptively spoke first.

"You don't smoke, and you only drink a little alcohol. You always go to bed at 11 p.m. and get a full 8 hours of sleep every night. Before bed, you always drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of stretching exercises, and fall into a deep sleep like a baby as soon as you get into bed. You sleep soundly until dawn and never carry fatigue and stress into the next day. Your medical check-up will also show that you are absolutely healthy."

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Isn't that line from 'Kaneki Ken vs. Dio Brando'? Trying to use a quote from the book to get away with it in this dangerous situation!"

Holy crap, I hate you, you time traveler!

"That's why I say books are the corpses of civilization. The feelings one has when writing a book have vanished with time and can never be retrieved, yet we still try to record them through words, hoping that we or others can grasp those long-lost emotions when reading them. It's like humans trying to preserve the dead by keeping their bodies, but it's all in vain."

"What...what are you talking about?" Di Xing had unknowingly transformed into the character of Fatty Chong (Shigekiyo Yasushi).

"I'm telling you that I've done extensive research on all kinds of death, including you, Di Xing, the murderer of my brother."

"Huh!!!! I didn't kill that bald guy, I just took his money and cards!" Di Xing blurted out in a panic.

At this point, the beautiful woman finally closed the book. "My brother wasn't directly killed by you, but he did die because of you. However, don't worry, I have no intention of avenging that foolish brother."

Under Di Xing's wary gaze, the beautiful woman gracefully stood up and elegantly performed a witch's salute to Di Xing.

"My name is Stella Chong, and I am the current Mourning Witch of the Chong family."

Body bags? "Pfft!" Di Xing almost burst out laughing. The moment that name appeared, the tense atmosphere completely dissipated. But Xiang Xiang pinched him hard from behind and whispered in his ear, "Don't laugh!" This helped him regain his composure.

Jung Stella continued calmly, "I'm here to retrieve your No. 22, Furan Ken, and Enjin-Shiranui. Although those two cards are only Spirit Gift Cards, they are still extremely valuable and precious assets of our Funeral Parlor family. I hope you will return them, otherwise, we will have no choice but to go to war."

"You put my friend in danger just for these two cards?" A surge of anger rose in Di Xing's heart. "If I'm not mistaken, you've also joined forces with the Six-Pointed Star family, haven't you? Just for two cards, you participated in their evil deeds that harm ordinary people!?"

"Whether it's justice or evil, in the end, everything will turn into a pile of bones. Only the power of immortality, which can even move bones, has meaning for us, the dealers."

"You mean to say that besides these two cards, nothing else matters to you? Sorry, I made a deal with Johnny before our duel: I bet my life, and he bet his cards!" Di Xing couldn't actually remember if they'd bet on cards, but he'd say it anyway: "If you want this card, you have to duel me."

Joss Dai smiled gracefully and took out a white banner from her wide sleeve. "Please forgive me, I am merely a priestess, not a professional duelist, so if you don't hand it over, I will have to resolve this matter in my own way."

She waved her white banner, and a purple flame gathered in the center of the hall. Then, the War God Shiranui, clad in red and wielding the demon sword Shiranui and another flaming sword, emerged from the flames, her entire body engulfed in purple flames.

Di Xing hurriedly took out a card to materialize his monster, but found that he could not mobilize his spirit power.

"What's going on!?" Di Xing exclaimed in shock, then realized that his body was inexplicably covered in purple flames.

"So you've figured it out. These purple flames are called Burial Flames. They can burn away any spirit power that leaves your body. This is the tomb I've carefully prepared for you."

"You're much smarter than your brother," Di Xing said, sweating profusely but still stubbornly insisting.

Di Xing is like this: his mouth is only responsible for having fun, but his brain has a lot more to consider.

"Yes, my brother is stupid and extremely twisted, which is why he was banished to the fourth level to become a corpse crusher. We've never gotten along, but even so, he's still my blood brother. When he was sentenced to death by the family for messing things up, I still shed a couple of tears."

"Quite a lot," Di Xing said sarcastically.

"Indeed, I usually only shed a single tear when I see a dead person, so could you please give me those two cards? I know death well, but I don't like seeing it, and I don't want to shed tears for you."

"Hehe, sorry, I don't have a card, and I won't give you my life either."

The God of War, Shiranui, swung her demon sword directly. Di Xing hurriedly ducked, and the demon sword grazed his hair.

Before he could even catch his breath, the fire blade slashed down again. Di Xing quickly grabbed Xiang Xiang and rolled to the side.

"Actually, you don't need to hide with that girl. My target is you. I won't hurt anyone else. Of course, I don't really want to hurt you either, as long as you hand over the card."

"I'm sorry, it seems I'll have to disappoint you." At this moment, Di Xing revealed a fearless smile. He had already thought of a solution—a new technique he had learned during his second encounter with the Necromancer King, Evil Eye.

The flesh on his right hand began to peel away, revealing stark white bone.

"This is... a card spirit possession? You actually know such an advanced technique." Zhuang Sidai's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Indeed, this is using the spirit's power within yourself without releasing it. I underestimated you. But can you defeat the demon sword Shiranui with your fists?"

How will you know if you don't try?

"Interesting!" The God of War, Shiranui, actually smiled. It seems she really is a true spirit!

"Then let's test your fist against my knife and see who's tougher!"

As he spoke, a flash of purple flame appeared on the body of the God of War, Shiranui, and Di Xing subconsciously threw a punch.

"Bang!" A series of sounds rang out, and the figure of the War God Shiranui appeared behind Di Xing. The two stood back to back, silent.