Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 36

“What? You’ve seen him before?”

Jing Yun nodded. “But it’s kind of a long story.”

“No problem.” Wei Huan slung an arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go, big bro’s buying you ice cream.”

Jing Yun asked again, “Then can I go to Yunsheng Jiehai Tower?”

Really itching to go to Shangshan, huh…

“Sure, sure, we’ll go when there’s time.” Better to just agree for now.

Jing Yun added, “Then you have to come with me.”

Wei Huan couldn’t argue with this clingy kid. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go with you.”

Once they’d negotiated all the extras, they found a seat at an ice cream shop between the Fuyou and Yansui academies. It was so packed with students that they had to sit outside.

Although he was the only human student, Wei Huan still inevitably drew some attention, but things had gotten much better—after the initial curiosity passed, people didn’t have the time to keep staring at him.

When the ice cream was brought out, Jing Yun finally relaxed and said, “Let me tell you…” But after a few words, he changed course, “But actually, it’s kind of a hassle to explain.”

Wei Huan had a small spoon in his mouth and nearly choked when he heard that. “What is with you, kid? So many problems. Your big bro’s about to get mad.”

Jing Yun knew he was joking and grinned as he reached out to cover Wei Huan’s left eye with one hand and his own left eye with the other. Suddenly, Wei Huan felt a warm current flow from Jing Yun’s palm.

“All done.”

As the hand was slowly lifted, Wei Huan opened his eyes and found that Jing Yun, sitting across from him, now had a different look in his pupils. More precisely, under his glasses, his right eye was still a double pupil, but his left had become a single pupil.

“Hey, your eyes…”

Jing Yun smiled. “This is Borrowed Eye—it’s an ability I inherited from my mom.”

“Borrowed Eye?” Wei Huan was shocked. He’d never heard of such an ability before. “How does it work?”

Just as he finished speaking, the bright yellow family crest on his wrist lit up, demonic energy flared, and two diamond-shaped yellow demonic marks appeared beneath his eyes.

In a low voice, he said, “Let me lend you my eye.”

In an instant, Wei Huan felt an unfamiliar demonic energy surge into his left eye, triggering a reflexive reaction that made him shut it. When he opened his eyes again, once he had adjusted, he realized the view from each eye was actually different.

He covered his left eye and looked only with his right. They were still sitting under the large sun umbrella at the ice cream shop, surrounded by students from various academies in Shanhai.

But when he covered his right eye and looked only with his left, what he saw was—

“The Dark Zone?”

Jing Yun smiled. “It worked.” But when he saw Wei Huan switching back and forth between eyes, he looked a bit puzzled. Still, time was short, so he decided to get to the point.

“What you’re seeing now is a projection of my memory.”

Wei Huan paused. So this was the power of Borrowed Eye? It turned out that the chong eyes of the Chongming clan could share perspective and memory. The most astonishing part was how immersive the view was—like playing a first-person game. He was seeing exactly what Jing Yun had seen at the time.

“You can see it too?” Wei Huan asked curiously.

Jing Yun laughed like a child. “Of course! I only lent you one pupil—I can still see too.”

“Feels like we’re watching a movie.” Wei Huan opened his right eye, took a big spoonful of ice cream, then propped up an arm to cover his eye again.

Jing Yun suddenly remembered something and added, “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? We’ll just pretend we’re eating ice cream.”

“Why?” Wei Huan was puzzled. “Didn’t you report all your abilities when you enrolled?”

Jing Yun shook his head. “My mom wouldn’t let me tell anyone about the power of my chong eyes. She said if bad people found out, it would be very dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Because my chong eyes don’t just allow me to lend vision—I can also take it over.” Before Wei Huan could get bored, Jing Yun explained quietly, “Taking over means using my pupils to occupy someone else’s, so I can enter their memory projection and see their memories.”

That powerful?

Jing Yun started bragging like a kid. “My mom is even stronger. She can lend and take over at the same time, which means the person she lends her eye to can enter the target’s memory together with her.”

D*mn. That skill… would be perfect for criminal investigation.

Wei Huan found the visuals scarily realistic—far more immersive than most VR games. He didn’t know the Chongming clan well, but he was sure he’d never heard of such an OP ability.

Looks like Jing Yun’s mom wasn’t just any ordinary Chongming.

“This was two years ago. My parents had gone on a trip to Buzhou, and I was bored at home, so I snuck out.”

Jing Yun gave some context. “Back then I hadn’t learned how to cross barriers, so I secretly looked it up online and tried it out. One mistake—and I ended up in the Dark Zone.”

The view spun around wildly—it was obvious he’d been panicking. Wei Huan said, “So you went to the Dark Zone alone two years ago?”

“Yeah. I was pretty scared and didn’t know how to get back. I could only wander around—and it was nighttime too.”

The view showed chaotic neon signs and the dark, damp old streets. It was drizzling. As he passed an abandoned shop, his gaze shifted and caught his reflection in the cracked glass. Sixteen-year-old Jing Yun looked back, wearing small black-rimmed glasses, a ginger-yellow top, and white pants—looking terribly well-behaved.

“Did you know you were in the Dark Zone at the time?”

As they walked, Jing Yun’s voice answered, “Nope, so I was even more scared. There were so many humans, and they looked terrifying.”

As he spoke, the vision showed just that—shirtless, heavily tattooed men with fierce faces and yellow-dyed hair running toward him like thugs.

Knowing Jing Yun’s personality, he must have been scared to death.

The sense of danger was so real, even Wei Huan’s own reflexes were triggered—he thought they were coming for him. But to his surprise, they ran right past him.

Following Jing Yun’s viewpoint as it turned back, Wei Huan saw that their real target was a small boy who had been chased into a dead end.

One of the thugs stepped up and kicked the boy’s head. With a scream, the boy collapsed, unconscious.

Wei Huan could hear what they said:

“He’s got such soft, tender skin—let’s drag him in for some fun first.”

“Yeah, then we’ll sell him on the black market later. The price on the last one we sold was real good. Some of those demons love eating them this young.”

Hearing this, Wei Huan trembled with anger. They were all of the same kind, yet they could do something like this. He wanted to rush over, but his body wouldn’t let him.

Jing Yun’s voice appeared, “It’s no use. You can only watch.” He sighed. “I was really terrified back then.”

Wei Huan could feel it—he could see the body he had “taken over” trembling. “It’s not your fault. You were too young then.”

Screams echoed from the alley, like sharp fingernails scraping against a windowpane. This feeling of helplessness was unbearable for Wei Huan, nearly pushing him past his emotional limit.

“Help! Help me—!”

At that breaking point, he saw his own hand curl into a fist.

A warm yellow light flared in the darkness.

The body finally moved. It ran to the mouth of the alley. Wei Huan saw those seven or eight men surrounding the boy, pinning him underfoot. He also heard his own small, trembling voice, “Let… let him go.”

One of the blond-haired thugs turned his head and grinned lewdly, mimicking Jing Yun’s stammer, “Let… let go of who?”

“Isn’t this the kid from just now? I thought he looked pretty cute too. Didn’t think he’d deliver himself.”

“Hey, look, he’s a demon too, isn’t he?”

The leering laughter grew sharper, and Wei Huan felt Jing Yun’s demon blood begin to boil.

The blond thug walked up and stretched out a filthy hand. “It’s so dark here. Come closer, let big bro get a better look.”

Disgusting.

“Don’t come near me. Stay back!”

Wei Huan watched as the instant that filthy fingertip touched his cheek, Jing Yun grabbed the man’s wrist with his right hand. With a twist, he threw the nearly 1.8-meter-tall brute to the ground with such force that the ground trembled.

Jing Yun’s youthful voice was slightly breathless, “Don’t touch me…”

Wei Huan let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness he was freakishly strong for a kid.

The man who had been thrown to the ground got up, dazed, clutching his head and cursing at his group, “What are you all standing around for? Beat the little b*stard up!”

The group of thugs rushed forward. The yellow family mark on Jing Yun’s wrist glowed brighter. His monstrous strength was a natural family trait—just waving them off was enough to knock these humans down.

Within seconds, he had thrown them all aside. They lay on the ground, half-dead like corpses, unable to even fight back.

Panting, Jing Yun looked at the trembling little boy hiding in the alley. His clothes were torn, blood ran down from his head, and his terrified eyes stared at Jing Yun’s wrist in the dark.

“He’s scared of you,” Wei Huan said calmly.

“Yeah,” Jing Yun sighed helplessly, “But I didn’t know that at the time.”

He walked over slowly, took a deep breath, and spoke gently, “Are… are you okay?”

But his goodwill was mistaken. The moment the boy saw him, he screamed, “Stay away! Help! There’s a monster! A demon!”

Jing Yun pulled his hand back. “I was just trying to help…” he hurriedly explained. “I won’t hurt you, don’t be afraid…”

It didn’t help. The boy was so frightened he lost all reason. “Don’t come near me! Don’t eat me!”

Wei Huan spoke, “People like him, living on the edge every day, would rather be bullied by their own kind than believe a demon would help them.”

Jing Yun said nothing.

Swish—

Wei Huan heard a sound behind him, like a folded blade suddenly snapping open. As he turned around, a cold gleam pierced the darkness and rushed toward him.

“What the h*ll, who’s this now?”

The blade came too fast for him to finish speaking. Jing Yun dodged left and right. The long knife looked like an old-fashioned switchblade used by humans, but thinner and longer, gleaming coldly.

The attacker wore a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His bangs were long enough to nearly hide his eyes. Jing Yun’s demon power, triggered by crisis and instinct, burst forth in a surge of golden energy, knocking the man back half a meter.

The surge blew the bangs from his forehead. As the blade’s cold light flashed across his eyes, Wei Huan finally saw them clearly.

Unique dark green irises.

The man said nothing and charged again. Jing Yun had no weapon, only dodged. But his speed was a bit too slow—his neck was grazed. Clutching the wound, he retreated.

The man dragged his blade across the ground as he advanced step by step, the scraping sound grating and dangerous.

Wei Huan saw the exposed metal anklet under the man’s right pant leg and confirmed he was the same black-clad guy they had encountered at Kongtong Tavern.

His voice was cold and emotionless: “Did you come to the Dark Zone to hurt people?”

Hurt who? You guys really are clueless.

“I didn’t!” Jing Yun’s voice trembled. He was terrified, barely able to speak. “It was them… they were going to hurt him… sell him… feed him to demons. I-I wanted to save him!”

A flash of doubt passed through those green eyes.

“If you don’t believe me, go look at him. I really didn’t hurt anyone.”

Wei Huan frowned. “What’s this guy’s deal?”

Jing Yun scooped up a bite of his ice cream and replied unclearly, “I found out later that he’s a descendant of a demon slaying clan. But I heard that clan was wiped out eight years ago… so who knows what the truth is.”

He took another bite. “Anyway, he protects humans in the Dark Zone. He thought I was hurting someone, so he came after me.”

Demon slayers?

Wei Huan had heard of them. In the past, there were rare humans born with spiritual sensitivity, capable of sensing demon energy. After cultivation, they could rival powerful demons in strength. Back then, many humans saw them as guardian deities.

But as the power of the demon grew stronger, the demon slayers’ forces gradually weakened, massacred by the demon clans, and those with spiritual power became fewer and fewer. By Wei Huan’s generation, only one remaining lineage was said to be left.

Back then, he had heard rumors that in Fanzhou, there was a surviving demon slayer of the last generation. But he had never seen them himself, and assumed it was just a legend.

While he was lost in thought, the green-eyed youth before him raised his long blade—just about to bring it down.

Strangely, at the moment of closeness, Wei Huan didn’t sense any spiritual aura typical of a demon slayer from him. Could it be because he was using borrowed eyes?

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose out of nowhere.

Wei Huan knew this wind all too well.

“Holy sh*t, Yang Sheng…” He gasped for air and finished his sentence, “…Instructor’s here?”

Jing Yun lit up with excitement like a kid seeing his favorite superhero enter a scene, “Yeah!” Then added in surprise, “You even knew that?”

Wei Huan gave an awkward smile, “Instructor Yang’s ability is wind, right…”

A purple tornado enveloped him, isolating him from the darkness. When the wind died down, he found himself standing in front of a giant billboard, the space around him very narrow.

With Jing Yun’s fragile nerves, that sudden jolt nearly made him fall off.

Another gust blew—more precisely, a wall of wind—which propped up the tottering Jing Yun, pinning him against the billboard for stability.

This Yang Sheng too, of all the places to bring someone, had to choose this one. Such a drama queen.

Wei Huan shook his head repeatedly in his mind.

“Sit.”

Looking down, he saw Yang Sheng sitting casually on the narrow edge below the billboard, his long legs swinging in mid-air.

Wei Huan suddenly imagined a little mental skit: heroic Yang Sheng saving the cute damsel, arms crossed and saying, “Touched?”

Jing Yun: “I wouldn’t dare be moved.”

Actually, Jing Yun really didn’t dare. Though he could fly, he was still a little afraid of heights. Yang Sheng noticed and looked up at him with a grin, reaching out his hand.

“Don’t be scared.”

Oh my god, this plotline?! Wei Huan tsked hundreds of times in his head.

Jing Yun suddenly grabbed Wei Huan’s hand. “Stop watching—he’s not in the memory anymore!”

“No no no!” Wei Huan jumped up from his chair, dodging Jing Yun’s attempt to stop him. “I want to keep watching.”

“Seriously, stop watching!”

“I want to!” Wei Huan touched the wristband on his arm, which transformed into a glowing tether, binding Jing Yun tightly to the chair. “Don’t disconnect it! Or I won’t let you go today~”

“Ah Heng, you—!”

In the vision, Wei Huan saw “himself” standing before the billboard, hesitantly reaching out and placing his hand in Yang Sheng’s broad palm, which then closed tightly around his.

He could feel that this body was trembling—but not like before from fear or terror. His heartbeat sped up, and breathing slowed.

Why did this feeling seem… familiar?

The billboard’s glow lit Yang Sheng up brightly. He was now wearing the mid-level instructor uniform of Shanhai Academy, looking upright and clean-cut.

Wei Huan suddenly felt a little nostalgic. Sitting beside him like this—it had already become something of a past life.

“I was on patrol. Just about to fly off when I saw you. Looked like you were in some trouble?” Yang Sheng turned his head to look at him, eyes gentle, and when he smiled, his teeth were perfect—though his smile carried a touch of roguishness.

Wei Huan heard Jing Yun speak—worse than before, stammering terribly: “I—I… I came here by accident, I didn’t know… those, those bad people…”

Yang Sheng suddenly burst out laughing, scaring Jing Yun into silence, wide-eyed like a frightened bunny.

Laughing and laughing, Yang Sheng finally wiped tears from his eyes, “It’s nothing. I just think… ‘bad people’—I haven’t heard someone use that term in a long time.”

“I…”

“The dark zone is chaotic. Neither decent people nor decent demons are really suited to be here. That guy earlier seemed like he was going to kill you. I can’t go around hurting people randomly either, so I just brought you out.”

Yang Sheng cut in, “Don’t wander around anymore. It’s too chaotic outside.” As he spoke, he glanced over Jing Yun, his gaze locking on the family crest on Jing Yun’s wrist. “But you’re not just any random little demon…”

Jing Yun pulled his sleeve down to cover the crest.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy.”

Wei Huan just wanted to roll his eyes.

Bro, only bad guys say they’re not bad guys.

“Seriously.” Yang Sheng smiled again, nudging his shoulder over so Jing Yun could see the badge there. “I’m an instructor at Shanhai—you’ve heard of Shanhai University, right?”

Jing Yun nodded dumbly for a while before reacting, “Shan… Shanhai?”

“Yeah.” As he spoke, Yang Sheng suddenly frowned and reached out. Wei Huan hadn’t figured out what he was trying to do yet when Jing Yun’s voiceover started interfering nonstop: “Stop watching, stop watching, stop watching!”

It wasn’t until Yang Sheng’s fingers touched the wound on Jing Yun’s neck that he felt the body jolt violently.

“You’re bleeding, little friend.”

Snap—the scene disappeared.

Wei Huan’s vision returned to reality. In front of him, Jing Yun was tied tightly to the chair with the light cord, unable to move, his face beet red.

“What the—” Wei Huan nearly lost his breath, “Why’d you shut it off?! I was getting to the good part, you little Chongming! You’re killing your older brother here.”

How could he do something so morally bankrupt?!

Seeing Jing Yun pretend to play dead, Wei Huan placed his hands on his hips. “Well, well. So you and Instructor Yang have this whole dark zone story, huh? Very romantic. Sitting there under the billboard, neon lights shining, all dark and mysterious.”

Suddenly, a thought hit him. “Oh~ I get it now! Last time in the hospital, you were blushing like you were being boiled alive, and walking all stiff and weird. I thought you had a crush on Yang Ling—but wow, just wow.”

Wei Huan slapped himself on the forehead twice. “I was blind. D*mn straight guy me, clueless as ever.”

“I didn’t! I really didn’t…”

“Don’t deny it—don’t! The more you deny it, the more convincing it gets. Don’t tell me you applied to Shanhai just for Yang Sheng—my god.”

Jing Yun looked like he was falling apart, face red like a tomato. He couldn’t match Wei Huan’s quick tongue and could only let him tease.

Getting more and more into it, Wei Huan leaned on the table, reached out to touch Jing Yun’s neck, cleared his throat, and mimicked Yang Sheng’s tone, lowering his voice: “You’re bleeding…”

Just then, the little furball popped out of nowhere and stuck itself onto Wei Huan’s finger with a splat.

“Come on, I’m in the middle of a performance here—buzz off.”

“Ah Heng, stop teasing me…” Jing Yun, tied up, looked utterly miserable, on the verge of tears.

This thing wouldn’t come off no matter how hard he shook it, so Wei Huan gave up and kept acting. He used the hand with the furball stuck on it to touch Jing Yun’s neck again. “You’re bleeding…”

“It tickles.”

“Ying ying ying! Ying ying ying!”

Getting more and more carried away, Wei Huan tilted Jing Yun’s chin up and forced out a look full of passion. “Older Brother is waiting for you at Shanhai.”

“What are you two doing?”

The familiar, cold voice rang out, and Wei Huan’s heart gave a sudden jolt—he sensed demon energy.

Before he could react, the light-rope unwound itself obediently, loop by loop, off of Jing Yun and back onto his own wrist, clicking into place like a handcuff.

Scared stiff, the furball on his finger gave a little shake and let out a sighing “ying,” as if disappointed.

Wei Huan hadn’t even had time to move his hand from Jing Yun’s chin when he looked up—oh no. Two stunning men were walking toward them, expressions icy.

An old man reminiscing about his wild youth… Left: Golden Crow, right: Bifang…

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