Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 14

As soon as the little chongming left, Wei Huan casually tilted his chin at Yang Sheng. “Sit.” Then he picked up a banana from the nightstand, peeled it, took a big bite, and mumbled with a full mouth, “You wanna ask where I came from and why I’m so set on getting into Shanhai, right?”

Yang Sheng’s expression shifted. He’d originally come to get to know this human better, but now it felt like the other had turned the tables on him.

Even if Yang Sheng said nothing, Wei Huan only needed a glance to know what was on his mind. After all, they’d known each other since they were running around in open-crotch pants.

“Since you’re being so blunt, I won’t hide it either,” Yang Sheng sat down. “I didn’t see your earlier matches, but I’ve heard things. As for the match with Little Ling to be honest, I don’t think your skill levels are as far apart as most people think.”

Wei Huan stared straight at him, saying nothing. Yang Sheng might be smiling, but Wei Huan could clearly see the probing look in his eyes.

He had deliberately hidden his fighting style during the match. Yang Sheng shouldn’t have caught on so easily. And besides, the idea of a demon soul reincarnating in a human body was practically unheard of. There was no way Yang Sheng would suspect something so quickly.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Yang Sheng continued, “Your close combat foundation is quite good. Even though you were defending the whole first half, I could tell you had the ability to go on the offensive—you just chose not to.”

The pupils of the Bifang clan always carried a hint of violet light. It wasn’t noticeable under normal circumstances, but every time Yang Sheng stared at him, Wei Huan could see that faint, ethereal glow of demonic energy.

“I didn’t choose not to. I really couldn’t.” Wei Huan remained calm, his expression almost flawless. “My opponent was the youngest daughter of the Bifang family. Her close combat skills are top-tier. With my ability, I could only barely hold on. Making it through the first half was sheer luck.”

“If I were really as skilled in close combat as you say, then why would a human like me with no demon power risk dragging it into the second half and courting death? I would’ve finished it quickly—won the match and left her no chance to unleash her power. Wouldn’t that have been ideal for both sides?” Wei Huan shrugged. “Not sure if you watched my earlier matches, but that’s what I did—didn’t give the monsters a chance to channel their energy.”

Everything he said sounded logical and well-reasoned. Yang Sheng couldn’t find a single point to refute.

Seeing that Yang Sheng wasn’t continuing, Wei Huan let out a subtle breath of relief. But the next second, Yang Sheng asked, “Where did you train your close combat? Mind telling me your teacher’s name?”

Of course he’s not giving up.

Wei Huan countered smoothly, “Well, it’s not really convenient. My teacher’s a low-profile person who doesn’t want me disclosing their identity. Otherwise, they’ll give me h*ll when I get back.”

Although Wei Huan looked relaxed on the surface, a trace of emotion flickered in his eyes as he spoke. In his previous life, he had only learned close combat from two people—his own father, and Yang Zheng, Yang Sheng’s father, who used to be the head combat instructor at Fuyao Academy.

Before entering the academy, Wei Huan was shaped mostly by his parents. After arriving at Shanhai, he became Yang Zheng’s favorite student. Yang Zheng was stricter with him than with his own son, to the point where people talked—but the two remained close as brothers.

Aside from his parents, Yang Zheng was the person Wei Huan respected most.

Yang Sheng fell silent again, and Wei Huan understood why.

Yang Sheng had always been this way—stubborn to the core. Once he had doubts, he wouldn’t let them go until he got answers. That’s precisely why Wei Huan didn’t want him to find out about his rebirth too early.

Right now, everything was a mess. Wei Huan didn’t even know who had killed him, how he had come back to life, or why a research facility that experimented on live humans was after him. With everything so chaotic, the last thing he wanted was for Yang Sheng to get involved.

“I initially suspected you were a demon—or maybe a half-demon. Your demon aura is very faint. But during treatment, the school doctor confirmed you were human.” Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in thought.

“You probably already looked into me before saying all this,” Wei Huan said, knowing him too well. Yang Sheng was the type to investigate once he grew suspicious.

Yang Sheng raised his head. “Yeah, I did. But you should know that when the demon race tries to investigate a human’s identity, it requires crossing government lines. It’s not hard, but it takes time. So far, I’ve only got two pieces of information—first, you’re human. Second, you don’t have a human registration.”

Wei Huan reacted instantly and without hesitation. “Of course. I’m from the Dark Zone.”

Yang Sheng stared into his eyes and was silent for a few seconds before continuing, “I’m not actually concerned about this school having one more human student. No matter the race, I don’t think that should stop someone from studying at Shanhai.”

“What you do care about is whether I have pure intentions,” Wei Huan cut to the heart of the matter.

Yang Sheng was always straightforward. Since Wei Huan said it himself, he didn’t hide it. “Yeah. I really don’t understand why a human would risk his life to come to Shanhai when you have safe zones to choose from. I’ll be blunt—I don’t believe your motives are pure. But I hope they are. Otherwise, it won’t end well for you.”

Wei Huan didn’t know why, but he felt that Yang Sheng’s hostility toward humans had grown since before.

“I didn’t have a choice.” He looked Yang Sheng in the eye, his expression sincere. He rolled up the sleeve of his hospital gown, revealing the dark, bruised poison marks on his arm.

“Didn’t the doctor tell you I’ve been poisoned by demon venom—Gou Wen? I only have a few days left to live. Either way, I’m going to die, so I figured I might as well come to Shanhai and give it a shot. If I can get a Reverse Soul Fruit, I might survive. Who doesn’t want to live? That reason should be convincing enough, right?”

Yang Sheng remained silent. He finally understood why this human couldn’t move in the second half of the match—he was carrying deadly poison in his body.

Wei Huan smiled. “Is it really so hard to understand that a powerless human just wants to stay alive?” He looked at his old friend and said with a smile, “I should have that right, don’t you think?”

That line hit Yang Sheng’s soft spot. Wei Huan knew that Yang Sheng had always been one of the peace-favoring demons—very different from those who abused or enslaved humans just because they were weak. In Yang Sheng’s eyes, humans were merely another race with different abilities.

But Yang Sheng’s reply still surprised Wei Huan.

“It’s not hard to understand,” he said. “But only good people deserve to live.”

He’s really changed. What happened in the seven years after Wei Huan’s death?

Wei Huan lifted his eyes. “You probably won’t believe me if I say I’m a good person. But you’ll have the chance to see if I’m lying.”

“It’s been almost a week since I was poisoned. That means I’ve got six or seven days left to live.” He smiled and shrugged. “You can wait and see if I’m really dying. If I am, then you’ll know I wasn’t lying. You won’t even need to do anything. If I’m not, you can figure out how to kick me out of Shanhai later.”

He always spoke so logically, leaving Yang Sheng no room to refute. That feeling was so familiar that Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes subconsciously as he looked at him—a subtle gesture that told Wei Huan he was growing suspicious.

“What are you looking at?”

Yang Sheng lowered his head and pressed his fingers against the Yingxiang acupuncture point, shaking his head. “I just thought of someone.”

Hearing that, Wei Huan’s heart sank. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

“…Forget it.” He didn’t go on, instead standing up. “I hope everything you said is true.”

Feeling Yang Sheng had temporarily let go of his suspicion, Wei Huan let out a sigh of relief. Just as he turned around, he softly said, “Thank you for saving me.”

“No, you’re mistaken.” Yang Sheng turned around. “The one who saved you was Yongzhou—it was your match’s referee. He’s the one who brought you in for treatment.”

What?

Wei Huan could hardly believe it. Since when was Yun Yongzhou so kind-hearted?

“I was surprised too. Yun Yongzhou has always followed the ‘none of my business’ principle. There’s no reason for him to help you.”

Yang Sheng shrugged and, just before closing the door, left him with one last sentence: “He seems to care about you a lot. It’s surprising.”

Don’t even mention you—I’m the one who’s most surprised. Wei Huan thought of a certain possibility and shivered all over, touching his face.

God, could it be that Yun Yongzhou fell for this human skin?

No way… Wei Huan shook his head in his mind with disdain, tugging at the hospital gown on his body. This skinny body, this face—at most could be called delicate. How could it compare to his old body as Little Nine Phoenix? Back then, Yun Yongzhou didn’t even give him a glance. Now just because he’s wearing a different face, he suddenly becomes so warm?

There was a phone on the bedside table. Wei Huan picked it up and used the black screen as a mirror to check out his current face. Looked left, looked right. Then he tossed the phone back on the table, pulled the blanket over his head.

Jing Yun opened the door. Before he could say anything, he heard muffled grumbling coming from under the blanket.

“Tch, no taste, seriously no taste.”

Author’s Note:

Jing Yun: Meow meow meow? I think… I’ve got pretty good taste… [soft mumble]

Wei Huan: My identity won’t be revealed that easily. And let me say this one last time—Yun Yongzhou has no taste!