Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 46

Yang Ling’s fists clenched tightly, her teeth grinding. “Right now I just want to make my lotus fire explode.”

Although Wei Huan was also furious, even wanting to kill that scum on the spot, he knew very well that doing anything to him now would drag Yan Shanyue, who brought them here, down with them.

“No, no—calm down, Princess. We can’t touch him yet. If he dies here, none of us will get out.” Wei Huan grabbed Yang Ling’s hand. “We’ll get our chance. His public trial is coming up—don’t forget.”

“I’ve gathered almost all the evidence against Yan Shanmo,” Yan Shanyue said. “Killing him is easy, but killing him changes nothing. These people will still go on as they do.”

Just as Wei Huan thought—Yan Shanyue was willing to take the risk of bringing him here because she already wanted to go against the dark forces in her family. She intended to use him to help uncover more clues.

Jing Yun performed a spell, and a bright yellow demon light flared up. They thought the eye-possession technique would end, but the scene in front of them suddenly changed—like a broken video clip speeding forward uncontrollably.

“W-wait—sorry, sorry! I rarely use this eye-possession technique. I’m still not very practiced. Give me a moment, I’ll…”

Wei Huan suddenly heard something—still from Yan Shanmo’s point of view.

“Wait!”

Hearing him shout, Jing Yun stopped. “What is it?”

“Go forward a little.”

The visual slowed with the spell. The location seemed to be inside an office building. From Yan Shanmo’s perspective, he was about to open a door, but stopped when he heard the voices inside.

“They’re all useless trash!” The angry voice came through the door. “Idiots! That group of humans from 137 completely played you for fools!”

137?

Wei Huan’s heart skipped. He heard Yan Shanyue beside him speak: “That’s my uncle, Yan Ping. He’s the one you saw listed as my ‘family member’ in the simulation trial.” She added, “Well—supposedly my family.”

Yan Shanyue’s uncle had ties with Research Institute 137? Why? Wei Huan couldn’t understand it. The Nine-Tailed Fox clan was, after all, one of the great and powerful clans in the demon domain—how could they be involved with a human illegal research organization?

With doubts in his heart, he asked, “Your uncle is a businessman too, right? So what’s the relationship between his company and your family’s?”

“Not much. Our family’s business is in tangible industries in the demon domain—resource exploration, heavy industry, and many other sectors. On the surface, Yan Ping’s company is in the food industry, but in reality, it’s all black-market dealings. If it weren’t for those, he’d have never made a comeback.”

Jing Yun, recalling what Yan Shanmo had just done to Qing He, couldn’t help but ask, “Shanyue, when you say black-market dealings… you mean the trafficking of human slaves?”

Yan Shanyue gave a faint smile. “Human slave trafficking? That’s nothing. You do know that in the demon domain, there are still some demons who eat people, right?”

Jing Yun nodded, dazed. “I’ve heard of that, but didn’t know if it was true.”

Yan Shanyue gave a definite answer. “So my uncle and the others, they use the front of a food company to breed and traffic humans.”

Breed—the word sent chills down Wei Huan’s spine.

In his eyes, humans and demons only differed by race. Even without the powers of the demon race, humans were still beings with independent will. They had their own purpose, their own sense of identity. Under no circumstances should they become livestock for satisfying appetites.

“Breeding, caging, trafficking—it’s all done underground, so not many demons know. But if you go to the black market in the dark zones, over half of the slave traders there are my uncle’s people.”

Yan Shanyue paused for a moment. “That was a while ago. Lately, I found out they’ve started collecting corpses of demons who died in battle, especially those without any family to claim them. But I don’t know where they’re being sent—I haven’t been able to track that.”

“Some say… it’s because certain people in the human realm believe eating demons makes them stronger, and that’s created a market. Maybe that’s one reason, but it can’t support such a large, complete supply chain.”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Yang Ling said, feeling sick, her throat tight with nausea. Jing Yun was too shocked to speak.

Yan Shanyue sighed silently. “The world is far darker than we imagine. What we see is only a thin layer of whitewashed surface. As long as it isn’t pierced, maybe that’s fine. But once pierced, the black water just keeps pouring out—until you drown in despair.”

The worst despair… was probably realizing the source of that black water was your own family.

Missing demon corpses…

Wei Huan couldn’t help but think of himself. Yan Shanyue’s last words made sense. If what she said was true, and this company had already built a complete supply chain to transport demons out, then it couldn’t possibly be just to feed a handful of fetishistic, superstitious humans. That had to be a smokescreen to cover the truth.

The vision spell wasn’t over yet. In their shared point of view, a well-dressed female secretary appeared, a fox tail gently swaying behind her. She bowed respectfully and greeted Yan Shanmo, “Young master.”

Wei Huan heard Yan Shanmo speak. “What’s my dad doing? Losing his temper this early in the morning.”

“It seems the supply source was leaked. They’re sending people to investigate now.”

Yan Shanmo clicked his tongue. “I don’t get him—why bother working with those filthy humans? Thinks he’s some great scholar or researcher. I say they’re all frauds.”

137!

A flash of realization hit Wei Huan.

Could it be that the so-called “materials” they were transporting out were actually being supplied to Research Institute 137? He recalled the “Demon-Puppet” experiment report Ah Zu had found earlier. It described fusing humans and demons to create a new type of humanoid weapon.

If that was the case—then it all made sense.

He had always been puzzled: the experiment was so clearly unethical, not just by human standards, but also a violation of demon race taboos. So how was it continuing in secret, without being shut down?

Turns out, the support behind it didn’t just come from rebellious factions in the human realm—but also from the elites in the demon domain.

With powerful conglomerates facilitating these underground trades… Wei Huan dared not imagine how much darkness was buried beneath.

Yan Shanyue had said earlier—without those shady deals, Yan Ping would’ve never made a comeback. Wei Huan hadn’t understood it then. The demon domain, by law, still forbade the captivity of humans. Even if such a market existed in secret, it couldn’t possibly generate enough profit to make someone rich overnight.

But the Demon Puppet Project was another story.

After the vision spell ended, Yan Shanmo collapsed into unconsciousness with no sign of waking. Yang Ling resisted her urge to kill him and untied the ropes binding him.

Just in case, Wei Huan asked Jing Yun, “Will he remember any of that when he wakes up? If so, we’ll need another plan.” Jing Yun looked uncertain. “I’ve only used the vision spell twice, so I’m not sure. My mom said they will usually lose memory of that time period—but everything before it might still remain…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yan Shanyue interrupted, pulling out two small yellow bottles from her bag and tossing one to Wei Huan. “I came prepared.”

Wei Huan popped the cork. A strong scent of alcohol hit him. “This is human liquor.”

Yan Shanyue gave him a suspicious glance. Wei Huan suddenly realized that choice of words had been… off. He was human, after all. No need to specify “human liquor.” But it was too late to take it back.

This cold, sharp woman was too smart—it made Wei Huan nervous.

“He reacts badly to human alcohol. He’ll sleep a long time, like a drunk idiot, won’t even remember what day it is.”

Yan Shanyue bit off the cork, propped one foot on the couch, grabbed Yan Shanmo by the jaw, and forced his mouth open, pouring in the entire bottle of liquor. When she finished, Yang Ling handed her a tissue. Yan Shanyue took it and slowly wiped her fingers. “That should do it. This is the strongest liquor I could get.”

“You two look like some psycho femme fatale duo—one kills, one sets the fire.”

Yang Ling waved her hand, and Wei Huan immediately cowered. “Actually, the main point I wanted to make was—beauty! Beauty.”

Seeing that Yang Ling gave up on attacking, Wei Huan chuckled sheepishly, then remembered the bottle of liquor in his hand and asked Shanyue curiously, “Do you go to the Dark Zone often?”

“It’s alright,” Yan Shanyue glanced at him. “Is there anyone here who hasn’t been?”

Yang Ling raised her hand. When she saw that the other three didn’t move, she grew indignant and pointed at Jing Yun, “You! Even you, this little weak bird, have been there?!”

Jing Yun weakly retorted, “I’m not weak. I could lift a hundred of you…”

“Alright, alright,” Wei Huan cut in, trying to soothe Yang Ling. “Once the operations unit starts missions, you’ll get your chance.” Then he looked at the liquor in his hand and remembered something else.

“Shanyue, can I take this bottle back with me? I haven’t had a drink in a while—I’ve been craving it.”

Yan Shanyue gave him a once-over before finally nodding.

On the way back, Wei Huan asked Yan Shanyue about the limping man from before. Shanyue only knew that everyone called him “Old Hei”; no one knew his real name.

Times had changed. He was no longer the trafficker who once groveled before the young master. Now, he had become one of Yan Ping’s trusted men—clearly, not an ordinary person.

Qing He wasn’t after Yan Shanmo, but Old Hei instead. Wei Huan guessed it had to do with how Qing He had been sold in the past. But telling Qing He now wouldn’t help. Old Hei was living in the Demon Realm, and Qing He couldn’t even get in. Better to keep digging and give him the full truth later—see the job through to the end.

It was already 4 a.m. when they got back. Wei Huan remembered the dorm curfew. “Where are you guys going now? Dorms are probably out of the question, right?”

Yan Shanyue answered calmly, “I have an apartment nearby.”

Rich girl, no doubt. Wei Huan gave a respectful nod. “Sorry for the intrusion.”

Yang Ling clung to Yan Shanyue’s arm. “I’m going with Sister Shanyue~”

Wei Huan mimicked her tone, exaggeratedly flirtatious. “Then I’m going with Sister Shanyue too!”

Yang Ling started counting on her fingers. “Are you sure you’re not just sad my lotus fire didn’t explode today?”

Wei Huan backed off fast. “Sorry to disturb you. Wishing you lifelong happiness and a united family.” He sincerely waved goodbye to Shanyue and Yang Ling, exhaling in relief once they were gone. He threw his arm around Jing Yun’s shoulders. “Little bro, come crash at my place tonight!”

But Jing Yun gently moved his arm aside. “Um… Ah Heng…”

“You guys done?” a clear voice rang out from behind them.

What the h*ll—it was Yang Sheng?? Wei Huan turned around and sure enough, it was him, dressed in his black instructor’s uniform. Wei Huan nearly blacked out. It was like getting hit by a truck in the dead of night.

Why was he the only single dog left in the world?

“You’re not seriously here to pick him up, right, Instructor Yang?” Wei Huan ground his teeth through the last three words. Then he shoved Jing Yun forward—straight into Yang Sheng’s arms. Jing Yun stumbled, accidentally hugging his waist, froze, then quickly let go and stammered like a little hamster.

“Not really,” Yang Sheng replied, grinning roguishly. “I was patrolling nearby—things haven’t been too peaceful lately. I heard from Jing Yun he was out with you and had nowhere to go, so I came to pick him up. Hey, little Student, you seem pretty pitiful all alone out here. Want to crash at my dorm for the night?”

Wei Huan widened his eyes. “Come on.”

“How could that be called ‘crashing’? This is saving someone from the fire and water! How did I, of all people, deserve the grace of Instructor Yang? Thank you, thank you, Instructor Yang, you’re my savior—eternal gratitude, I—”

“Shut up,” Yang Sheng snapped, opening a teleportation array. His ears were ringing from the noise.

He suddenly recalled being asked what his ideal partner was like.

[Quiet.]

Following Yang Sheng back to the Shanhai instructors’ dorm, Wei Huan realized that Yang Sheng actually lived very close to Yun Yongzhou—they were just a floor apart.

It reminded him of the first time he used Heart-Link. Yun Yongzhou had told him to come to his dorm, but they ended up falling asleep in the library.

Apparently, using Eye-Borrowing and Vision-Sharing drained too much energy—Jing Yun fell asleep in seconds. Wei Huan couldn’t sleep. When he stepped out of the bedroom, he saw Yang Sheng sitting on the sofa. Yang Sheng looked up at the sound, their eyes meeting.

“What did you guys find today?” Yang Sheng got straight to the point, slouching back on the sofa with his feet on the table.

That’s how they always talked—straight to the heart of things, like strangers wouldn’t understand a word.

Wei Huan sat beside him and explained Qing He’s situation, including what they’d seen in Yan Shanmo’s memories that night.

“You think that the Nine Tails family’s Yan Ping is secretly collaborating with the human rebels?” he asked. “137 Lab’s big project right now is developing demon puppets and they desperately need demon bodies to experiment on. Yan Ping’s been trafficking demon corpses. That can’t be a coincidence.”

Yang Sheng seemed to be thinking. “Remember that green-eyed kid from the Dark Zone I told you about? I tailed him for a while.”

“Yeah.”

“I ran into him again recently. You know what I saw?”

Wei Huan raised an eyebrow. “His naked body?”

Yang Sheng chucked a pillow at him. “Get lost, you d*mn g*y.”

Wei Huan burst out laughing. “No, I’m a straight perv.”

Rolling his eyes, Yang Sheng got back on topic. “I saw him killing a little demon. But at that moment, I felt a really powerful purifying spiritual energy. I’ve never felt that from him before. So I kept following him and noticed a mark on his eyelid, like the burn of a purification soul—like it had been branded there.”

Wei Huan suddenly sat up. Purification soul—that wasn’t something ordinary people could do. “You mean… there are real exorcists?” But then he found another clue buried in what Yang Sheng had said…

Not right, not right.

“How could a human have a purified soul?”  

Wei Huan murmured to himself, “His eyes… why is it the eyes?”

His eyes were green. Could it be…

“He’s a Demon Puppet?”

Those green eyes weren’t human at all.

Yang Sheng hugged the throw pillow, “I don’t know, it’s just a guess. Otherwise, why would he be purified? Most likely he was corroded by demonic energy, and someone helped him by purifying it.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “You just mentioned it today, and it reminded me. Isn’t it odd? These people and events don’t seem connected at all, but when you start peeling things back layer by layer…”

“They all become part of the same thing.”

Wei Huan felt a chill run down his spine. The hacker Qing He from the Dark Zone organization, the mysterious green-eyed exorcist, the Nine-Tails’ black market, human experimentation at Lab 137, the Demon Puppet project, and… his own death.

These seemingly scattered events were slowly piecing themselves together into one grand picture, making him more and more curious about the truth.

“You think if Green-Eyes really is a Demon Puppet, what kind of demon were those eyes taken from?” Wei Huan reached for a bag of snacks from the coffee table without any shame, but just as he opened it, Yang Sheng snatched it back.

“Whatever it was, it’s definitely not your blue eyes.”

That hit a sore spot. No matter how much Wei Huan had kept up a cheerful act, it couldn’t cover the deep-rooted fear inside him.

His voice lowered. “Yang Sheng… my corpse—could it have also been…”

“Impossible.” Yang Sheng cut him off decisively. “It’s been years. If your body had been secretly taken to the Dark Zone like the others, there would have been some trace left behind.”

Wei Huan shook his head, sighing. “It’s just a corpse. Like a stone thrown into the sea—no ripples. You’re only one person with one pair of eyes. You couldn’t possibly watch everything, all the time.”

“It’s not just me.” The words slipped out of Yang Sheng’s mouth.

“Then who else?” Wei Huan looked at him.

Yang Sheng suddenly went quiet. After a moment, he irritably ran his hands through his hair. “Enough. I’m going to sleep. Think about it on your own.”

“Tch, acting all mysterious.” Wei Huan leaned back into the sofa, only to see Yang Sheng had stopped walking and half-turned, as if he wanted to say something.

“What? Can’t bear to part with me?”

Yang Sheng’s expression turned serious. “Since you’ve investigated so much… why haven’t you looked into why your demon soul could return?”

He paused, then added just before closing the bedroom door, “You should go find that answer.”

Wei Huan was left alone in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Demons don’t come back after they die. That was a truth he had always known—something like a law of nature. And yet he had broken that law. Returned in another’s body.

So who was pulling the strings behind his resurrection?

The tangle of clues grew too overwhelming. He gave up thinking and tried to distract himself.

That Yang Sheng—seriously. Now that he had Jing Yun, he ditched his brothers. Just went to sleep like that. Wei Huan had expected at least a few more minutes of banter.

He yawned, leaning on the couch, gazing out at the quiet night sky. Stars were scarce. Heavy and still.

His thoughts floated away like scattered clouds, his mind relaxing into the stillness, flying far—toward the sky.

If only there were more stars.

He couldn’t sleep. He wanted to see stars.

The sound of a door opening pulled him from his daze. Wei Huan blinked and realized he’d unconsciously summoned small orbs of light, like scattered stardust hovering over the sofa. He dismissed them all, turned his head—and saw Yang Sheng poke his head out of the bedroom, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Open the door. Someone’s here to see you.”

Wei Huan was confused. “Who?”

Click. The main door unlocked remotely, and Yang Sheng shut his door behind him. “Tell him I’m going to sleep and not to message me. D*mn it, all my fault for running my mouth…”

What the h*ll?

Wei Huan got up. Only one slipper was nearby, the other nowhere to be found. So he hopped his way to the front door. When he opened it—there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was too late, the hallway unlit, steeped in darkness.

“Yang Sheng, are you f—”

Before he could finish cursing, a single light point drifted out of the darkness and floated to hover before his eyes. Then another, and another. The orbs of light trickled in like golden fragments, shimmering and slow.

Wei Huan reached out and caught one gently. The moment his fingers touched it, even more lights appeared from the shadows, gathering, connecting, forming a glowing path as if beckoning him forward.

He followed, step by step, along the floating lights.

Behind him, each lit star dimmed out after passing, while new ones flared ahead. The scattered starlight was breathtaking, like fragments fallen from the heavens. It quieted his mind, made resistance impossible.

Before he knew it, he was standing at a door. It was open. Wei Huan stepped in.

A wave of cool air greeted him. There, lying on the sofa, was Yun Yongzhou—sprawled out just like Wei Huan had been earlier on Yang Sheng’s couch.

The room was suddenly filled with points of light—one after another, floating in the dark like living stardust, softening the night. Some settled on the ceiling, twinkling and fading in waves, like a sky breathing.

Snapping out of his reverie, Wei Huan knocked twice on the frame. “Instructor Yun, did you need something from me?”

The flickering light traced the side of his face, outlining a delicate profile in gold.

Compared to the unreachable night sky, this room brimming with stars felt like a dream. For a moment, Wei Huan even thought—was this the Forget-Me-Not flower field from back then? And just like that, the boy who once said he wanted to see fireflies finally spoke.

“I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to see stars.”

He had thought Yun Yongzhou would still be that cold and stubborn boy from before. But instead, he turned his head. His eyes, filled with starlight, looked calmly and openly at Wei Huan.

“I figured… maybe you did too.”

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