Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 58

Yun Yongzhou grabbed Wei Huan’s wrist with one hand and drew a teleportation ward with the other. The two were instantly transported from the staff cafeteria to a secluded forest. Wei Huan pulled his hand free. “I really don’t get it. What do you want from me? You just had to make a scene during lunch—do you find life so boring you’re using me for entertainment?”

Yun Yongzhou leaned against a tree, silent for a while, then finally said two words: “Not that.”

“I’m seriously baffled…” Wei Huan scratched the back of his head. He remembered Yun Yongzhou used to be a withdrawn kid, and odd behavior wasn’t new. So, out of compassion for the socially awkward, he softened his tone and said earnestly, “Instructor Yun, Teacher Yun, you should really interact more with your colleagues. That way you won’t be so bored that you use me as a plaything. I’ve got tons to deal with—I’m not a puppy you can pat whenever you’re in the mood.”

“What things are you dealing with?” Yun Yongzhou asked, staring at him.

Wei Huan froze. The moment he remembered he was still hiding his true identity, he started stammering, “That’s… um, not really your concern.” His voice grew quieter.

Yun Yongzhou’s expression turned visibly colder, and Wei Huan noticed right away. Just as he tried to smooth things over, Yun Yongzhou’s communicator lit up. After listening for a few seconds, his expression changed slightly—something must have happened. He began drawing another teleportation ward, seemingly ready to leave immediately.

“Hey…” Wei Huan couldn’t help but call out. He wanted to stop him but didn’t know what to say. His chest felt stuffy—he wasn’t sure whether it was fear of Yun Yongzhou being angry, or just the uncomfortable feeling of being left behind without a word.

But when Yun Yongzhou heard him, he still turned back. “I have something urgent.”

Wei Huan leaned back against the tree, bumping his spine against the trunk repeatedly. “Oh.”

“Undo the sensory link.” Yun Yongzhou grabbed his hand.

The moment he grabbed it, Wei Huan felt his heart skip—it was like Yun Yongzhou wasn’t holding his hand, but his heart.

“Ah…?” Wei Huan had still been dazed, but now he quickly pulled his hand back. “No.”

“Hurry.”

“No way.” Wei Huan shoved him. “Just go already.”

Yun Yongzhou looked at him helplessly. “You can’t handle it.”

Wei Huan shot back instinctively, “Then can’t you just be more careful? Don’t get hurt?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

Thump.

Thump—thump—thump.

The words he blurted out were the slip-up of a clumsy thief of hearts.

Yun Yongzhou froze for a moment too. His beautiful amber pupils widened slightly, with a trace of subtle surprise.

“What I meant was, you should take care of yourself. If you get hurt…”

Wei Huan’s voice got smaller and smaller, less and less confident, because he realized how it sounded the moment he began.

If you get hurt, I’ll be in pain.

The most ambiguous phrasing possible.

“I’ll be careful.” Yun Yongzhou stepped halfway into the barrier circle. The red demon light shimmered around the boundary, swallowing him whole—leaving behind just one sentence:

“Wait for me.”

The barrier shrank into a small speck of light and vanished into the air.

Even though he was gone, Wei Huan kept bumping the tree with his back, as if doing that would calm his heart down a little.

Who’s waiting for you? You really think you’re my master now or something?

Wei Huan puffed his cheeks out and let out a long breath, getting ready to leave the area.

The surrounding vegetation looked oddly familiar, like he’d seen it before—but something was different. In front of him stood a tall building he hadn’t been to yet. He hadn’t gone far when he ran into two butterfly demons. Some images suddenly flashed through Wei Huan’s mind.

This place… looked just like the Firefly Garden he ended up in during the Shanhai Festival night tour prize.

He politely called out to the two butterfly demons and asked about the building.

“This is the new research tower built a few years ago,” said the small butterfly, its translucent wings fluttering constantly. “Before that, this place was abandoned and rarely visited. Most people have even forgotten the barrier’s command words.”

The other chimed in, “Yeah, yeah! It used to be really beautiful here.”

Wei Huan asked, “Was this place once called the Firefly Garden? But without actual fireflies?”

The little butterfly was shocked and flitted right up to his face, its tiny antenna nearly touching his forehead. “How do you know that?!”

Wei Huan smiled slightly. “I heard about it.”

He looked down at the ground, now flattened and covered in concrete.

I also know this place used to be filled with forget-me-nots.

A few more days passed with classes, and then it was the Combat Preparedness team’s turn to deploy again. Wei Huan had been preoccupied the whole time, thinking about the Nine Phoenix Ancestor’s tomb, and had become noticeably quieter. As luck would have it, they ran into a bunch of crazed spider demons during this deployment—demons who seemed possessed, targeting young demons in bustling city areas to eat their demon hearts and restore their strength.

Wei Huan received the live feed and opened it, the chewing of his bubblegum coming to a stop.

“They’re really asking to die.”

It wasn’t long before Group Seven arrived. Yan Shanyue restrained the spider demons; Yang Ling blew off their limbs. Jing Yun was about to run forward to rescue the kids when—

Bang.

“Wait! Don’t hurt the kids!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Wei Huan stared coldly at the targets, firing shot after shot without a shred of hesitation.

One demon after another fell. The children fled from them, crying, into the frantic crowd.

Watching Wei Huan act so ruthless and efficient, Jing Yun gulped. “What’s with Ah Heng today…”

Yang Ling crossed her arms, visibly annoyed. “H*ll if I know. He’s popping heads so fast I didn’t even get a chance to jump in.”

The rampaging enemies that had been terrorizing the streets were quickly wiped out. Wei Huan slung his gun onto his back and exchanged a glance with Yan Shanyue. She raised her Yuzhao Mirror, capturing every last target.

After hooking the mirror back on her waist, she looked at Wei Huan and said, “What you did today was dangerous. Luckily nothing happened. But what if one bullet had hit a child? Who would take responsibility?”

Wei Huan silently adjusted his comms—he knew today he’d lost his cool. Even if he had 100% accuracy, this wasn’t the time or place to take risks.

Yang Ling and Jing Yun were happily walking ahead, chatting about where to explore next before returning to Shanhai. The demon realm consisted of many territories, each with a degree of self-governance, so their development varied. Kunlun Void was the political and economic hub, famed as the “Number One Demon Capital.” But apart from it, many other cities were also thriving. They were currently in Buzhou, one of them.

Buzhou was prosperous and high-tech, but sparsely populated with demons—wide streets, futuristic feel, and a touch of emptiness.

As they walked, Yan Shanyue spoke again.

“What’s going on with you lately?”

Wei Huan hadn’t expected the icy beauty to show concern. He turned and glanced at her with a bright grin. “Nothing! Just wanted to look cool today, is that a crime? You care this much about me—I’m scared the little princess might get jealous.”

Yan Shanyue’s expression remained unreadable, but she directly called out his bluff. “Cut the act.”

“Yan Shanmo’s trial is tomorrow,” she added casually. Then continued, “By the way, where did you go after you left the other day? To see that friend of yours—the one who used to be locked up?”

As she raised her eyes, the twin moles at the inner corners of her eyes were striking. On anyone else, they’d look seductively charming. But on Yan Shanyue’s face, they added to her sharp and lazy elegance—a truly mesmerizing contrast.

“You already know, and you’re still asking me?” Wei Huan cracked his knuckles, no longer bothering to pretend. “I really want to kill that b*stard.”

Yan Shanyue shook her head, walking unhurriedly. “He’s still useful.”

Her words carried deeper meaning.

“What use could that spoiled brat possibly have?”

The Nine-Tails didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she changed the subject. “Do you know about the surprise attack humans launched on the demon realm seven years ago?”

Wei Huan’s heart jolted, but he said nothing.

“Oh, right, I forgot. You were probably still a kid back then. Ten? Eleven?” She glanced at him with a faint smile. “I wasn’t that old either, but I remember quite a lot.”

Her voice was calm, eyes fixed on a distant silhouette. “Like the death of Yang Ling’s father in action.”

Wei Huan stopped in his tracks, but the Nine-Tails kept going.

“And Wei Nine—who, back then, was one of the rising stars of Shanhai. He once taught my two wastrel brothers a lesson more than once.”

With that, her footsteps stopped as well. She turned and looked straight at Wei Huan’s face.

“Do you know him?”

Wei Huan met her cool gaze and tugged at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I know. Didn’t Yang Ling say so last time? He was my idol, after all.”

The Nine-Tails gave a slow nod. As the two walked side by side again, she continued, “I always thought there was something strange about his death, like someone had pushed him from the shadows. Maybe I’m just naturally suspicious, but I remember right after he died, there was a frenzy to find his body—both humans and demons were searching. The news ran nonstop.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Even my black-market-trading uncle was especially interested in where Wei Nine’s corpse ended up.”

The word “especially” was deliberately emphasized.

Wei Huan’s expression shifted subtly—this matter really was connected to the Nine-Tails clan.

Could it be that Wei Nine’s body had actually been sold to Research Facility 137 by Yan Ping? And now the demon puppets…

“But what a shame,” Yan Shanyue continued, as if relieved. “It seems he never found it. Every time he came to our house and the topic came up, he’d get agitated.” She glanced sideways at Wei Huan, her tone finally showing a playful girliness. “He probably missed out on a big deal.”

Never found it…

Then where could the body be?

Should he trust Yan Shanyue?

“So what you’re saying is,” Wei Huan spoke up, “keeping that spoiled brat around might help uncover the truth from seven years ago?” He laughed to himself. “But I don’t get it. What’s it got to do with you? Were you close to that Nine Phoenix guy? The way he died, what’s it got to do with you, Eldest Miss? You’re siding with outsiders here.”

“His death has nothing to do with me, but the truth is very important to me.” Yan Shanyue’s gaze shifted from the sunset to Wei Huan, her eyes honest and unwavering. “It could determine whether or not I can take down the family’s power structure.”

So that was it.

Growing up in such a vast and tangled family, where the main and branch factions intertwined like strangling vines, Yan Shanyue—neglected and even suppressed—was trapped, with no hope of rising.

Unless she could cut through those vines. Only then would she glimpse the sky.

“So, is your friend still out for revenge?” Yan Shanyue raised a brow, as if hinting that their goals aligned.

Wei Huan stretched lazily. “Speaking of that, he seems more interested in something else lately…” He suddenly remembered something. “Hey boss, I wanna ask you something—do you know about demon witches?”

Yan Shanyue blinked. “Why are you asking about that?”

“My friend asked me to check. He wants to know how to summon a human soul. But this kind of soul-calling technique… seems like only demon witches can do it.”

“I actually do know.” Yan Shanyue’s lips curled. “But if I tell you, you’ll owe me two favors.”

Wei Huan had nearly forgotten that part. He grinned, waving a hand. “One debt or two, a debt’s a debt. Owing a little more just makes it feel more official.”

Yan Shanyue chuckled. “Deal.”

With that, she raised a hand and wiggled her fingers. The two kids up ahead were suddenly frozen in place by a blue foxfire, their feet unable to move as they obediently turned around under her control.

“Follow me first.”

As her words fell, a massive blue circle of light swept past Yang Ling and Jing Yun, enveloping them before vanishing from the street. The circle then surged forward to pass through Wei Huan and Yan Shanyue.

In the next instant, they found themselves in a narrow and noisy market, completely unlike the high-tech street from earlier. This place was packed with all sorts of little demons—some vendors, some students—buzzing with life. Yan Shanyue led the trio through narrow alleys to a shabby-looking shop, where the crooked sign above read Granny Zhang’s Doll Shop. If you looked closely, you’d see the letters were pieced together from dried earthworms painted green.

The shop’s iron door was so narrow they had to enter one at a time. Inside, it was dim and smelled of mildew.

“Ugh, creepy.” Wei Huan waved a hand in front of his nose. He had a mischievous thought—Yan Shanyue definitely wouldn’t be scared, but Jing Yun’s timid nature might be fun to poke at. So he nudged Yang Ling. “Scared?”

Yang Ling immediately scoffed, but her wide eyes betrayed her nerves as she scanned the shadows.

Wei Huan cleared his throat—and just then, several ghostly green flames lit up in the darkness, startling the group.

The room was barely three or four square meters, and all four walls were crammed with dolls of all kinds. Most were modeled after demons—three eyes, seven heads—and under the eerie green glow, they looked downright terrifying, packed in tight, each one scarier than the last.

“Sh*t.” Wei Huan jumped in fright himself, his heart pounding hard. “How does this place even stay in business? This is way too intense…”

Yang Ling had ducked behind Yan Shanyue. She had almost screamed when the ghost fire lit up. “S-Sister Shanyue, let’s just go…”

“Weren’t you the one who said you weren’t scared?”

“I-I’m not scared.” Even as she said it, Yang Ling clung tightly to Yan Shanyue’s clothes. “You were the one who got so scared you started stuttering! And you’re calling me out?”

Wei Huan was about to retort when suddenly a life-like doll’s face appeared right in front of him, so human it was uncanny. He jumped several steps back in terror. “Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, I’m gonna have a heart attack!”

“Ah Heng, look how realistic this doll is,” Jing Yun said, gripping its skinny neck like he was holding a chick. Seeing Wei Huan back away, he even stepped closer. “Look, its face is all soft and squishy.”

Wei Huan waved his hand wildly. “I don’t wanna look! How the h*ll are you so brave? Put that down! What if the shop owner comes out and beats you up?”

Jing Yun let out a pitiful “Oh,” and reluctantly returned the doll to the shelf, muttering under his breath, “What’s so scary about it anyway…”

“Have you ever heard of the uncanny valley effect? My reaction is totally normal, okay!” Wei Huan rolled his eyes and elbowed Yan Shanyue. “I thought this place would be some big deal, but it’s just a tiny run-down shop—I can’t even stretch my legs in here.”

Just as he finished speaking, all the dolls in the room suddenly opened their mouths in eerie unison, a chorus of voices mixing together, reverberating through the small space:

“Who dares intrude without manners?”

Holy h*ll. This place was terrifying.

“Hmm? What a fresh scent of human flesh.”

Human flesh? Wei Huan’s legs nearly gave out, and he grabbed Yan Shanyue’s shoulder together with Yang Ling. “S-save us…”

Then the room full of dolls began to chatter again. “Oh, what a rare guest. Isn’t this the little miss of the Nine-Tailed Clan? What wind blew you here?”

Yan Shanyue responded calmly, “I’m here for business.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” the dolls on the walls moved their mouths in a stiff rhythm. “Still the same temper. Hasn’t changed a bit.”

Yan Shanyue was quickly losing patience. “Cut the nonsense. Open the door.”

Jing Yun and Yang Ling looked confused and said at the same time, “Open the door?”

The dolls suddenly fell silent. Three seconds later, the whole room began to spin rapidly. The four walls rotated faster and faster, and the hair of the four standing in the center flew up in the air. Just as the speed peaked, everything suddenly plunged into total darkness.

After a moment, a snap of fingers echoed. About three or four meters ahead, a female demon appeared, seated in place. Her long orange hair reached the ground and was braided loosely to one side. A moment later, a peachwood table materialized before her.

Another snap—before they could react, the four of them were somehow seated on chairs, which whooshed forward and brought them right to the peachwood table. The distance closed sharply, and only then did Wei Huan get a good look at the demon’s face.

What “Granny Zhang” or “Granny Li”, she looked like a human woman around thirty, with refined features and dark lips. Orange wave-like markings arced along her upper eyelids, and even her eyelashes were orange.

“Why is it so dark?” the demon woman spoke—and the voice was that of an old crone, seventy or eighty at least. She startled herself, as if she’d forgotten something. She plucked a black petal from the vase on the table, brushed it over her throat, then cleared her voice. When she spoke again: “Welcome, honored guests.”

Finally, voice and appearance matched.

Wei Huan still couldn’t tell what kind of demon she was. Her aura felt oddly familiar, and seeing the orange feather pinned to her chest, he guessed she might be somewhat like him.

“Last night I did a divination for myself. Said I’d have distinguished guests today,” she said, half-covering her mouth with a clawed hand. “And what do you know, I was right—look who it is, the eldest miss of the Nine-Tailed Clan! Really, three years with no business, and this one visit could feed me for another three!”

Her speech was annoying as h*ll. Wei Huan glanced at Jing Yun and Yang Ling. The two were staring at the demon, utterly entranced—like kids at their first animated movie.

Used to Yan Shanyue’s cool demeanor, the demon decided to greet the newer guests. She suddenly conjured multiple hands that extended toward Wei Huan, Yang Ling, and Jing Yun—pointedly avoiding Yan Shanyue.

“Hello there. I’m Zhang Jue, but I don’t like that name. Just call me Boss Jue.”

Jing Yun obediently reached out both hands and gave a polite shake. “Boss Jue.”

“Aww, so sweet.” Boss Jue turned to Yang Ling. Yang Ling tilted up her chin and offered a brief handshake, releasing immediately.

Boss Jue didn’t seem to mind. “Typical of the Bifang Clan—always proud.” Finally, she looked toward Wei Huan. Her gaze swept him from head to toe, inside and out, as if she could see straight through him.

She even conjured ten or twenty hands at once to fan him, lift his hair, tug at his clothes—Wei Huan struggled to swat her away. Only after some effort did she relent, propping her chin on both elbows and drumming her fingers on her cheeks.

“I was wondering why little Miss Nine-Tails still liked hanging around with humans after all these years. Turns out this one’s not your average human.”

Wei Huan froze for a second.

Did she figure something out?

“What are you staring at?” Boss Jue winked her right eye at Wei Huan. “That Golden Crow scent on you is delicious. Let me ask: what’s it like, contracting with the most handsome and dashing White Wing Golden Crow in the entire demon realm?”

Yang Ling couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

Huh?

Thank god. She hadn’t seen through his real identity. Wei Huan breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and replied in a purposely dismissive tone, “Honestly… nothing all that special…”

Boss Jue seemed quite dissatisfied with this answer and grabbed Wei Huan’s hand. “How can you have no feelings! Is he not good-looking?”

Wei Huan gave two dry laughs. “He’s good-looking, very good-looking…”

Jing Yun chimed in cluelessly from the side, eager to answer, “I think he’s good-looking too! Instructor Yun is really handsome.”

Wei Huan immediately pointed at him. “You’re done for. I’m sending this recording to Instructor Yang.”

Yang Ling turned Jing Yun’s shoulder towards him. “You can only think brother is good-looking. Otherwise, I’m going to report you.”

“What are you all yelling about? I’m not finished asking.” Boss Jue’s grip tightened. Her eyes practically sparkled as she looked at Wei Huan, as if she wanted to swallow him whole. “Out of all the demons in the demon realm and all the people in the human world, Yun Yongzhou specifically chose to form a bond with you. You must have something special. Let me take a good look…”

“Granny Zhang.” Yan Shanyue cast her a glance and spoke lightly, “Are you doing business or not?”

Boss Jue immediately glared at her. “Who let you call me that? You’re not allowed to call me that! Have you ever seen such a beautiful, flower-like granny? Little fox spirit, you’re so rude.”

Wei Huan took the chance to pull his hand back and started whistling like nothing had happened. Yan Shanyue took out the Jade Mirror and tossed it into the air. With a flick of her fingers, the Yuzao mirror spun once and projected ten illusionary surfaces in the darkness, each displaying different treasures—South Sea mermaid pearls, Snow Mountain ice crystals, dazzling and exquisite.

“As long as you do a good job, you can pick whatever you want.”

Boss Jue excitedly put on her glasses, studying each treasure carefully until her eyes almost turned green. Her hands couldn’t help but tap joyfully on the peachwood table. “Good, good! I knew Miss Yan would be generous. Say no more, let’s get to business.”

Only then did Yan Shanyue retrieve the Yuzao Mirror and place it on the table, just about to speak when Boss Jue pushed up her glasses and, very seriously, raised her ‘Erkang hand’*. “Wait, I have one last question.”
*refers to exaggerated hand gestures, especially the outstretched hand, and is usually used in a joking or meme context

She looked at Wei Huan, her expression solemn and heavy.

“Have you and Yun Yongzhou… done it? Does he have a good body?”

---

Can’t wait until next week to see more? Want to show your support? Come to my Patreon where you can get 5 or more chapters of Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] right away ! Or go donate at Paypal or Ko-fi to show your appreciation! :)

---