Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Xing Qingfeng was happily conducting his experiment. The night was as dark as ink, and moonlight filtered through the tall trees, casting a shadow on the moss-covered tombstones. The air was filled with the scent of moist earth, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of leaves could be heard.

As Kenneth had said, a cemetery still in use was far more useful as a medium. Xing Qingjiu easily summoned a far greater number of spirits than he had previously summoned from Tower Hamlets. A silver magic circle shimmered on the ground, its flowing light snaking like liquid metal, outlining the entire barrier with clarity and complexity.

He was in a very good mood now. Not only did he catch a tomb robber, but his experiment was also going very smoothly.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for waking you from your slumber." Xing Qingqi said with a hint of frivolity, "Now, please follow me and gather in the direction of my hand. Yes, near that pile of instruments."

He pointed to a complex pile of instruments not far away, their metal casings gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "Please rest assured, I won't use you for anything. Just walk around there," Xing Qingfeng tried to soothe the summoned spirit with gentle words. "Now... holy shit, what the hell?! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his kidneys, as if being choked, and then in his arms and thighs. Lion Jie Li had no intention of killing Xing Qingjiu directly, so he chose a less fatal part and did not immediately break the curse after the hit.

These bullets are a magical gift from the Lion Jie Jie Li, combining human fingers with the Nordic spell Gandr and necromancy, capable of sensing body temperature and correcting their trajectory. Upon impact, if they are within striking distance of the heart, they can be directed towards it, breaking the curse upon reaching the heart and killing the enemy.

"Hey, kid, don't move. You should be able to feel that the bullets in your body can still move, right?" Lion Jie Jie Li shouted, "If you dare to move, the curse they carry will kill your heart."

Xing Qingyu gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain - the lion's shot was stuck in the part of his body that blocked the pain, causing him to feel as if his kidneys were being pricked - he suppressed his anger for the time being, glanced in the direction of the shouting, and did not immediately go to deal with him.

"Okay, everyone, I'm sorry for the surprise. Now, I will end the séance ceremony. Please get ready to leave." Xing Qingfu slowly lifted the séance ceremony, trying his best to avoid causing any pain to the spirit in the process.

The silver light gradually dimmed, and the spirits, under Xing Qingjiu's guidance, gradually dissipated into the night. Seeing this scene, Lion Jiejieli began to regret it.

For someone who reveres the dead so much, it's hard to say he would actively gather the dead's resentment and lock it underground.

——It seems that I didn’t win the bet.

He regretted it even more when he found that his threats and attacks had no effect other than angering the other party.

"Now, let's settle the score, you damned tomb robber." Xing Qingfeng didn't directly transfer to the front of Lion Jie Li through the imaginary space. Instead, he walked slowly towards him step by step. "I thought you were someone else, but you turned out to be a guy who practices necromancy."

"No wonder they come here to dig up other people's graves. It's really unlucky."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're shot so many times and you act like nothing's wrong, are you kidding me? You were shot six times in the body?" Lion Jie Jie Li was in disbelief.

"Yeah, why?" Xing Qingqi asked back, fist raised. "They asked me the same question when I was shot more than a dozen times while traveling in the United States last year."

"When I was caught up in the Mexican skirmish a few months ago, and they were firing a volley of bullets at me with typewriters, they asked me the same question."

"Do you think it's because I've been in America for so long that I've become resistant to bullets?"

"Hahaha, you're really humorous..." Shizi Jiejieli was sweating profusely. "Can you give me a chance to explain?"

"I think there's a deep misunderstanding between us."

"Ah, explain." Xing Qingqiu forced a smile on his face. "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

"I advise you to shut up and grit your teeth, otherwise it won't be my business if a few of your teeth are knocked out."

Shizi Jiejieli was about to say something, but he immediately felt a huge force coming from his jaw. Xing Qingfeng uppercut him directly on the chin, knocking him to the ground. The pain in the back of his head, which was already lingering, was further excruciating. His vision became blurry and his mind was in a state of confusion.

He struggled, his palms on the ground, trying to get up. Every movement was accompanied by intense pain, and sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead. Lion Jie Jie Li's body trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to support himself.

"Wait, I can explain. There was a magician who buried some ceremonial garments in the cemetery to direct the resentment towards..." He had just stood firm and hadn't finished his words.

"Ahhh!" Xing Qingfeng mercilessly delivered a right hook to his left eye socket. Shizi Jiejieli fell heavily to the ground again, his left eye socket rapidly swelling up, the purple bruise symmetrical with the scar on his right eye. His head was buzzing, his vision blurry, and he could barely make out the other person's outline.

"I'm here to get rid of these things, I'm not here to rob tombs..." He squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, trying to explain clearly.

"Ahhh!" Another punch landed on his nose. It instantly twisted, and blood flowed from his nostrils, dripping onto the ground, mixing with the dirt.

Lion Jie Jie Li's consciousness gradually blurred in the intense pain. He felt that he was about to collapse, but he still struggled tenaciously to stand up again. "Look at where I dug before. If you dig a few more shovels, you should be able to dig out the thing."

"Then why was the first thing you did after getting up to shoot me? You damn tomb robber, you're guilty and yet you dare to quibble." Xing Qingwu said angrily, then raised his fist and continued to hit Shizi Jiejieli.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

The Lion Jie Jie Li's eye sockets were even more swollen from being hit, and the two purple-black circles under his eyes made him look like a cosplay giant panda. The pain made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes, but he endured the severe pain, supported himself on the ground with his hands again, and tried to get up.

"Hey, the first thing I saw after I woke up was that you were performing a seance. And is there any normal person who would bring a shovel to a cemetery? I remember very clearly that I was knocked unconscious by the shovel..." Lion Jie Jie Li said while panting, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

"How dare you talk back?" Xing Qingfu elbowed Shizi Jie Li directly in the chest and abdomen, hitting his diaphragm.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

"Guwaaa!" Lion Jiejie cried out in pain as Xing Qingjiu's elbow landed squarely on his diaphragm. Instantly, he felt a piercing pain radiate through his chest and abdomen, as if his entire internal organs were churning. Breathing suddenly became difficult, and his chest felt heavy as if a huge rock were pressing down on it.

Xing Qingfeng's elbow strike caused Lion Jie Li's diaphragm to spasm, preventing him from breathing properly. His body began to twitch instinctively, trying to draw in air, but each effort only brought more pain and a suffocating feeling. His face quickly turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

Lion Jiejie felt like he was about to suffocate. He tried desperately to say something, but could only make intermittent gasps.

"Damn it, why don't you keep quibbling?" Xing Qingyu continued to swing his fist, ready to hit the Lion Jiejieli——

Just as his fist was about to strike Lion Jie Li, his vision suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness, collapsing heavily to the ground. His body twitched feebly for a few times before finally collapsing completely, plunging into darkness.

"Huh? How did he fall? He looked like a gangster, tall and strong, how could he be gone just by an elbow?"

A normal person would have fallen to the ground after being hit by a shovel. The fact that Lion Jie Jie Li was able to hold on for so long after being hit by a shovel that gave him a concussion shows that he has a strong physique. His only shortcoming may be that he is not resistant to elbows.

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Lion Jie Jie Li woke up in another burst of pain.

"Wake up! You're the most talented of these new recruits." Xing Qingqiu's voice echoed in his mind. But his head was buzzing, and he couldn't care less what Xing Qingqiu was saying.

This is a concussion.

"Hiss..." He subconsciously touched his face. He had expected to feel swollen and bruised skin, but it was smooth as before. He clearly remembered that he should have been beaten black and blue.

"Oh, I cured you," Xing Qingfeng smiled gently and said slowly, "The beating I gave you just now can be considered as settling for the incident where you shot me in the back. You should have no objection, right?"

He obviously ignored the fact that he was the one who hit the other person with the shovel first.

"Next, I will consider whether to beat you up again based on your explanation."

"Don't worry, I won't beat you to death." Xing Qingyu continued with a smile. If you ignore what he said, he really looks very gentle.

"I'm an alchemist with plenty of elixirs. I can heal you and then beat you up until you're completely speechless. Then I'll send you to the police station—"

"-Oh, you're a magician, so I should send you to the Law and Politics Department, right?"

"Wait a minute, you still have a bit of a concussion, right? Sorry for my oversight. Wait a moment." Xing Qingfeng saw that Shizi Jie Li hadn't fully recovered yet and smiled gently. He looked completely different now than when he had just assaulted Shizi Jie Li.

Xing Qingfeng dug a smear of scarlet paste from a jar beside him and applied it to his forehead. The moment the paste touched his skin, Shizi Jiejieli felt a chill, followed by warmth and a comfortable feeling that relieved his pain.

"Now, can you explain?"

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This chapter has fulfilled my wish, which is to write about the fight between Shinobi and Fuu in the book (big boo)

Then this chapter should be regarded as a small conflict outbreak and transition chapter. In this way, it is expected that the next chapter or the next chapter will allow the two lines to meet and end this incident.

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I found something interesting. This afternoon, when I took some time to study folklore, I found that the symbol of folklore is actually -

—Children's and Household Tales by the Brothers Grimm

I really didn't expect this.

However, I found that my ability to read long texts has been getting worse recently. I think it’s because of short videos. I won’t watch this stuff to relax after finishing the questions in the future.

Interlude: Who dug up the graves of the British royal family? : 6. Do necromancers consider topology when setting up their formations?

"So that's the setup." Xing Qingqiu suddenly asked, "By the way, did you bring a map?"

"Isn't this a good way to talk..." Lion Jiejie pulled a wrinkled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the worn casing, picked out a relatively intact cigarette, and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. The cold moonlight cast on his face, making him look a little tired and helpless. "What are you doing in my car?"

"Mark all the cemeteries you've found unusual. I need to further confirm what you said." Xing Qingqiu stretched, his muscles creaking softly as he gathered up the instruments and tools scattered on the ground. Yi Erling San'er felt a chill in his throat. "Alas, all my work tonight has been in vain. I feel like a professional grave sweeper."

Shizi Jie Li glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly, clearly showing no sympathy for Xing Qingjiu's complaints. He nodded and slowly stood up, the pain in his leg making his movements seem a little stiff. The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of dampness and coldness. The shadows of the trees swayed on the ground, adding a touch of eerie atmosphere.

"Hey, aren't you a necromancer too? Why would you care about this?" Xing Qingfu asked casually as he packed his things. "Nine out of ten necromancers I encounter out there are tomb robbers. Forget about stopping them. If they encounter something like this, their first reaction isn't to try to get a piece of the action."

He dug out a few fingers from where he was shot and threw them on the ground in disgust.

"Hey, don't throw it around. That thing can be recycled." Lion Jiejieli shouted.

"It's really unlucky to poke me with a dead person's finger..."

Shizi Jiejie lit a cigarette, the faint flame flickering on his face. He took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke with a hint of bitterness. "No matter what we do in this world, the death toll will continue to increase. Can't we just find a battlefield and have all the materials?"

"I really don't want to get involved in this kind of thing. It's a big taboo to interfere in other magicians' private affairs." Lion Jie Jie Li smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Well, just think of me as someone who's nosy, hahahaha..."

The two walked out of the cemetery, one in front and one behind. Their footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet night. In the night sky, the moon was covered by dark clouds, making everything around them seem even more gloomy.

They arrived at Shizijieli's car. A thin layer of dew coated the windows, gleaming in the faint moonlight. Shizijieli opened the door, and a cool scent of leather and metal filled the air. He pulled an old map of London from under the seat. The edges were yellowed and looked a little worn.

He carefully unfolded the map and spread it flat on the roof. The mottled marks and creases on the map were particularly noticeable in the dim light of the car lights, and the red circles were particularly eye-catching. Xing Qingfeng leaned over, his eyes focused on the markings, the light from the car lights casting a deep shadow on his face.

"Are these the places where you found problems?" Xing Qingyu asked, pointing his finger at the locations marked with red circles on the map.

"That's right," Shizi Jiejieli pointed his cigarette butt at several red-circled areas, the ash drifting down gently as he sighed, "These are the cemeteries where I noticed something unusual."

Xing Qingfu frowned, his eyes wandering over the map as he pondered for a moment. "Hmm...if we consider all these cemeteries as nodes..." He pondered for a moment, then took the map and naturally got into the passenger seat. "Drive, let's go take a look here."

He pointed his finger at an unmarked spot on the map: a small, inconspicuous church on the outskirts of London.

Shizi Jie Li looked at the place where Xing Qingyu pointed, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "Why go there? The dead in the church generally don't have too much resentment."

"I'll explain to you why on the way, just drive, hurry up." Xing Qingwu urged.

Shizi Jiejieli didn't ask any more questions, but nodded, threw his cigarette to the ground, and stomped it out. He got in the car, started the engine, and slowly drove out of the cemetery in the silent night, heading towards the small church. The headlights cast a bright streak on the dark road. The night wind howled past, picking up the dead leaves on the roadside, like ghosts dancing in the darkness.

There was silence in the car for a moment, and then Xing Qingqiu finally spoke. "From the perspective of the barrier alone, this church should be one of the key nodes." His voice was a little muffled in the cramped compartment. "From the perspective of graph theory, it's just a simple Hamiltonian problem."

Lion Jie Jie Li glanced at him sideways, his eyes full of confusion.

"The premise is that the instigator's skills are high enough, and the barrier he set up is indeed the optimal solution or close to the optimal solution." Xing Qingfeng smiled and added, "I hope he won't let me down."

"Ah?" Shizi Jiejieli obviously didn't understand Xing Qingjiu's reasoning.

"Alas... You won't understand even if I tell you, so just drive over there." Xing Qingqiu sighed, looking out the car window into the darkness in the distance. "If, as you said, the dead in the church normally wouldn't have much resentment—"

"—Then abnormal conditions will definitely occur when we arrive at the place."

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The car sped along the quiet night road, its wheels making a gentle noise as they rolled over the gravel. The dashboard glowed faintly, illuminating Shizi Jie Li's slightly nervous expression. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Xing Qingfeng sat in the passenger seat, quietly gazing out the window at the night.

Soon, the car entered a narrow country road. The trees on both sides grew denser and denser, their branches rustling in the night wind, like countless watchers in the darkness. The shadows of the trees intertwined, and the darkness almost swallowed everything. Only the headlights carved a narrow path of light ahead.

Xing Qingyu pointed to the front and said, "Go a little further, we should be there soon." His voice was particularly clear in the car.

Lion Jie Li nodded slightly and continued walking. Soon, they finally saw the outline of the small church. The church seemed quite quiet in the moonlight, its bell tower soaring into the sky. The neatly arranged tombstones surrounding it, shrouded in the bell tower's shadow, looked a bit eerie.

Lion Jie Jie Li parked the car in front of the church, turned off the engine, and the car suddenly fell into silence.

"...Shall we check the cemetery outside first?" Lion Jie Jie Li broke the silence first and asked in a low voice with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"It's highly likely there's nothing there. If you want to check, wait until we get out," Xing Qingfeng replied, his tone calm and confident. He opened the car door and stepped out. The night wind, mixed with a hint of chill, blew against his face, causing him to tighten his collar. "Let's go to the tomb first."

Shizi Jiejieli was even more puzzled. He followed Xing Qingjiu out of the car, closed the door, and asked softly, "Under normal circumstances, a tomb crypt is even more impossible... Why would there be a problem?"

Xing Qingfeng didn't answer immediately, but instead glanced around. The small square in front of the church was paved with cobblestones, gleaming faintly in the moonlight. The surrounding trees swayed in the night breeze, casting mottled shadows. The cemetery in the distance was silent and serene, like a dark ocean.

The two walked towards the church's side door. In the night, the church seemed exceptionally peaceful. The stone walls exuded a faint chill, and the ancient bell tower appeared solemn and majestic in the moonlight. The side door was not locked. Xing Qingji gently pushed it open, and it creaked softly.

They walked into the church's corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Portraits of saints and crosses hung on the walls, and candlesticks burned faintly, illuminating the path ahead. The air was filled with a faint scent of incense, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.

"The entrance to the crypt is usually behind the church." Xing Qingfeng said in a low voice and led the way to the back.

"Why do I feel that you are very familiar with the structure of the church?" asked Lion Jie Jie Li.

"I lived in the church for a while."

"A magician lives in a church..." Lion Jiejieli couldn't help but laugh, "It always feels absurd."

"Do you believe me when I tell you that my teacher is the Messiah?"

"You really are a joker, hahaha."

They walked down a long corridor and came to the back hall of the church. In one corner of the back hall was a small door with a brass lock hanging on it.

Xing Qingqi reached out, broke the lock, and pushed the small door open.

Behind the door was a steep stone staircase leading underground. The narrow staircase was flanked by cold stone walls, where the candlelight cast flickering shadows. Xing Qingqi took out a small flashlight and illuminated the path ahead. "Let's go down and take a look."

Lion Jiejieli followed Xing Qingjiu, slowly descending the stone steps. As they went deeper, the air grew increasingly damp and chilly, as if they had entered another world. At the end of the stone steps was a heavy iron door, covered in rust, appearing ancient and heavy.

Xing Qingfeng pushed hard against the iron door, which creaked and swung open slowly. Behind the door was a spacious basement, illuminated by a few dim oil lamps embedded in the surrounding stone walls. Rows of stone coffins lined the basement floor, each covered in a thick layer of dust, appearing exceptionally ancient.

The air within the tomb was exceptionally damp, as if every breath carried a chill. Water droplets seeped from the surrounding stone walls, and the ground was slippery and damp. Lion Jie Jie Li felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the entire tomb was filled with some unspeakable resentment. His brow furrowed, and a hint of unease lingered in his eyes.

"The resentment here is ridiculously high. It is absolutely impossible for it to appear in the church's cemetery." Lion Jiejieli said in a low voice, with a hint of vigilance in his voice.

"Why, have all the dead in the church been purified?" Xing Qingqiu asked jokingly.

"For Christians, death is not the end, but merely a deep sleep," Lion Jiejieli explained. "Early Christians could not accept being buried and cremated in public cemeteries with pagans because they believed they would receive God's blessing and be resurrected one day."