Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 63

“What’s wrong with you?”

A mini lotus of fire popped in front of Wei Huan’s face, a soft little ‘pop’ snapping him back to his senses. He lifted his head and shook it. “I’m fine, maybe just a bit tired.” He smiled. “Hey, I may be strong, but I’m still human. Physically, I definitely can’t keep up with you guys.”

Jing Yun looked at him, worried. “Then… should we still go? Maybe we should rest for a night?”

Wei Huan laughed. “Of course we’re going!”

Jing Yun held out both hands. “Want me to give you a shoulder massage?”

Yang Ling gave a snort of laughter. “You could crush him to death.”

“Well, that’s true…” Wei Huan grinned as he nimbly dodged Jing Yun’s powerful little hand and instead slung an arm around his shoulder. “The sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be back.”

Yan Shanyue silently watched him, noticing how the smile on his face gradually faded, his eyes lowering once again.

It wasn’t hard to guess who that expression was for.

Yun Yongzhou’s last sentence lingered in Wei Huan’s heart, refusing to dissipate.

He said he didn’t want to wait. What did that mean?

Wei Huan, who always managed to find himself an excuse no matter what happened, suddenly couldn’t come up with one this time. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, “not wanting to wait” simply meant not wanting to wait.

[Just kidding. I’m going, Instructor Yun.]

Using his usual cheerful, carefree tone, he sent the message through their heart-link, then hastily cut off the connection between them.

Nothing was more important than uncovering the truth. Wei Huan told himself.

“You’re sure Teacher Xing knows we’re heading out, right?” Yan Shanyue confirmed again. “If we really run into something at Wuqi, we need to contact him immediately.”

Wei Huan nodded and switched into his combat uniform. “The principal will pass the message along.”

Once he said this, the other three also changed into their combat gear—three in red, one in blue. They stepped through the barrier Wei Huan had opened, and in no time, they were outside the borders of Shanhai, at a small corner of Yansui.

As soon as they exited the barrier, Wei Huan spotted a figure dressed entirely in black, wearing a black eye patch, leaning against a wall and staring at the holographic screen projected from his wrist.

“Qing He?”

The man looked up and spotted him too. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over. “Yo, all decked out in red—looks pretty slick.”

“Can you speak like a normal person?” Wei Huan cracked his knuckles and raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you find something?”

Qing He glanced at him. “Let’s talk about that on the way. Aren’t we going to Wuqi? We should get moving.” Seeing how ready Qing He was, Wei Huan was a bit dumbfounded. “Wait, I’m going. You’re not.”

“Are you brain-dead?” Qing He was a little pissed. “You’re the one who told me to come with you to Wuqi. Why else would I risk showing up on the street?”

Wei Huan, confused by Qing He’s completely natural expression, pulled up his message history.

[Meet in half an hour. Time’s short. Tonight we’re heading to Wuqi to investigate the dark witchs and the summoning ritual.]

Sh*t—he really did forget to type the second half of the sentence: [Wait for me to come back, I should know everything about the summoning by then.]

It’s all Yun Yongzhou’s fault, throwing him off so much that he even messed up a text.

Wei Huan awkwardly looked up to see Qing He’s face saying, [I know I’m right.]

“Uh, that’s my bad. I forgot to finish the sentence.”

The three behind them were busy holding back their laughter.

Qing He gave him a smug look. “Don’t care. I’m all set—guns ready and everything. If you don’t bring me along, I’m not telling you the intel I found.”

“You’re just a human. Going to a place like that is suicide,” Wei Huan frowned helplessly. “Those are dark witches.”

Qing He ignored him. Jing Yun came over and poked Qing He’s arm with his finger. “You—you’re human?”

“Yeah.” Qing He glanced at him. “What, got a problem?”

Jing Yun shook his head. “But… why do you have demonic energy on you?”

Right.

Wei Huan finally realized something was off. “What the h*ll? You’re not messing with me, right?” He grabbed Qing He’s shoulders and pulled off his eye patch. The patch snapped back into place with a flick. “What are you? Why are you pretending to be human? Did you eat my Qing He?”

“My Qing He???” Yang Ling and Jing Yun said in unison, their eyes wide at the same time.

Yan Shanyue raised her hand. “Recording done.”

Wei Huan immediately let go. “Delete it, quick.”

“Are you mentally challenged?” Qing He rolled his eyes as Wei Huan manhandled him, then pulled up his sleeve to show his wrist. “I’m just a regular human. You think I could walk around the streets of Kunlun Void so easily? I’m not like you, with some privileged second-generation demon bigshot covering you.”

Yang Ling clapped with a gleeful gossipy expression. “You’re on a roll. Keep talking. I’ll give you your own concert.”

Wei Huan was furious every time they talked. “Hey, you brat! Watch your mouth! What privileged second-gen demon? You think your grandpa is my sugar daddy?”

Jing Yun glanced between them. “That rhymed…”

Yan Shanyue walked over, noticing that both Qing He’s wrists had faint blue marks. She reached out, wiped at one, and smeared it. “It’s demon blood.”

Wei Huan immediately got it. He circled behind Qing He to check, and sure enough, there were similar marks on the back of his neck, and the same on both his ankles.

“Hey, who taught you this?”

“Who else? Our boss.” Qing He let down his sleeve.

“Your boss met with you?”

“He even gave me a little jar and told me to smear it just like he said. It can mask human scent when you’re out.”

“This is ice silkworm blood. The demonic energy is strong, but it’s not poisonous,” Wei Huan explained. “Smearing it in this sequence creates an ice silkworm seal on your body. It’s not a strong sealing technique, but it can ward off minor attacks.”

Qing He raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. “You know your stuff.”

These weren’t things ordinary demons would know. Wei Huan had heard it from his parents before—many refugees on battlefields would smear demon blood to avoid being attacked, but most demon blood was toxic to humans. Ice silkworms, on top of that, were extremely rare. Even in Shanhai’s Shangshan, there were fewer than ten ice silkworms.

He was becoming increasingly curious about the background of this leader named Yu Sheng—someone who could bring a human like Qing He into a place like Kunlun Void, where even most demons couldn’t enter, and could even get him ice silkworm blood.

Definitely not that simple.

“None of that matters,” Yan Shanyue spoke. “Have you decided? Are you bringing your friend along?”

“Who’s his friend?” / “Who said he’s my friend?”

The two of them spoke in unison, then awkwardly turned their faces away. Wei Huan shot Yan Shanyue a look, quietly muttering, “Don’t say that in front of him, you’re giving him way too much face…”

Qing He scoffed, “Cut the cr*p, let’s go, it’s getting dark.”

With no other choice, Wei Huan finally compromised. Although Qing He was human, he was quite capable in many aspects, and his marksmanship was top-notch, so they brought him along.

“I’m warning you, if we run into danger, don’t go crying and calling me grandpa.”

“Your grandpa will protect you.” Qing He smoothly followed up, patting Wei Huan’s shoulder.

So infuriating.

Wei Huan couldn’t be bothered to bicker with Qing He anymore. He began silently reciting the boundary incantation he had previously gotten from Boss Jue. A red demon light flickered at his fingertips. Wei Huan casually drew a circle, the red light ring expanding larger and larger, slowly growing to the height of a large door, and steadily gliding toward them, swallowing them up.

In an instant, they had crossed from a street corner in Kunlun Void to the entrance of Wuqi’s boundary. Wei Huan had never been to this place before, but it wasn’t far from how he had imagined it. As the boundary’s light gradually faded, their vision darkened.

“It’s so dark here.” Yang Ling looked around, barely able to make out the shape of a cave. Jing Yun patted her on the shoulder and whispered, “It’s okay.”

“It’s alright.” Qing He glanced around. “It’s just moderately dark.”

“Should I use lotus fire for light?” Yang Ling suggested. “Or we could use Sister Shanyue’s fox fire.”

“We’ve already got light, what more fire do we need?”

As soon as he said that, Wei Huan’s wristband transformed into a spreading circle of light. The light shot out like a bursting meteor. In an instant, countless specks of light filled the entire dark cave, completely illuminating it.

Jing Yun was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but sigh, “It must be nice to have a pact with Instructor Yun.” As soon as those words came out, Yang Ling’s twin ponytails flipped as she pinched Jing Yun’s cheeks, “What are you jealous of? Isn’t my brother good enough for you?”

The two little ones started tussling again. Wei Huan looked around—the place seemed like an ordinary empty cave, nothing inside, just dirt all around.

They were standing on a dirt platform, and two steps down was a flat open area. About five hundred meters away was what appeared to be the end of the cave. Wei Huan made a small gesture, gathering the light to illuminate the far side.

There was a large door there.

Yang Ling also noticed it. “Does that door lead to Wuqi City?”

“It should.”

Though Wei Huan said that, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He flicked his fingers, and a golden light spun in the air, transforming into a golden dagger that suddenly plunged into the ground.

“What are you doing?” Yang Ling, impatient as always, kept asking, “Why are you stabbing the ground?”

The dagger embedded itself in the soil. Wei Huan frowned, lifted his hand slightly, and the suspended dagger withdrew and floated back to his hand. He wiped the remaining dirt off the blade with his fingers.

“Stop dawdling, let’s just go over.” Yang Ling briskly descended the steps.

The dirt on his fingertips—disappeared…

“Wait!”

Just as her foot touched the ground, a flash of golden light burst out. The dagger instantly turned into a light rope, wrapping around Yang Ling’s waist and yanking her back up. Her body spun midair, and her wings instinctively appeared. The seemingly normal ground she had just stepped on suddenly collapsed, a surge of eerie red light bursting forth. Suspended in the air, her dark blue wings were instantly tinged purple by the red glow. Shocked, she looked at everything beneath her. “What is all this…”

Wei Huan glanced over—the once solid ground had now become a huge pit.

“I had a bad feeling earlier. This place never sees sunlight, and no one comes here, yet the soil looked fresh, as if someone had just turned it over.”

Yan Shanyue finally spoke, “It’s an illusion.”

Jing Yun couldn’t help but add, “An illusion? Isn’t Yan Shanyue best at illusions?”

Wei Huan shook his head. “It’s different. Yan Shanyue uses nine-tailed fox illusions. This is probably sorcery.” He called out to Yang Ling, “Missy, come back here, what’s the rush?”

“I’ll just fly over and open the door. What’s the point of you guys standing around talking so much?” As she spoke, Yang Ling flew toward the other side. Wei Huan was already worried, and then he heard Qing He speak beside him, “Did you hear that sound?”

Sound?

Wei Huan focused carefully—there really was a sound. It seemed…

He looked toward the red pit below.

“Yang Ling! Come back!”

The dagger hadn’t activated it earlier, but now it had.

This illusion could distinguish living beings!

It was a step too late—something burst from the pit. Everyone looked closely—countless piles of white bones. The pit had turned into a graveyard. Jagged skeletal hands broke out of the ground like a swarm of cicadas shedding their shells. The earth could no longer bury them. Fully formed skeletons crawled out one after another, their hollow eye sockets and bone crevices glowing red from the light behind them.

These skeletons moved at terrifying speed, almost like trained demons, quickly assembling before charging toward Wei Huan and the others.

“What are you standing there for? Fight!” Wei Huan shouted, then swung his arm, summoning countless light blades that fiercely stabbed toward the skeletons. Yan Shanyue cast a defensive barrier, Qing He unslung his rifle from his back and aimed at the charging skeletons just behind Wei Huan. Yang Ling soared even higher, her palm facing the pit where the remaining skeletons had yet to fully emerge.

The light blades, bullets, and lotus fire smashed those seemingly fragile bones to pieces. In an instant, the entire cave was filled with smoke and bone dust, shattered bones flying everywhere—a hellish scene, shockingly intense.

The skeleton that was shot fell back into the pit, but the terrifying bone hand still remained. Not only did it remain, but it could even move! The bone hand grabbed onto Wei Huan’s ankle. What caught Wei Huan off guard was that, despite the combat suit covering the area, it was corroded right through.

“This bone is poisonous! Don’t touch it!” He quickly extended his right hand, summoning a light sword, but before he could slash down, with a bang, Qing He’s bullet had already shattered the bone hand.

“D*mn, weren’t you afraid you’d hit my foot?” Wei Huan swung his light sword, slicing another skeleton lunging at Yan Shanyue from the right clean in half. Qing He laughed, “Better than you hacking away with your sword.”

Yan Shanyue faintly sensed something wrong. She released foxfire from her fingertips to control all the surrounding bone fragments.

Yang Ling’s lotus fire was immensely destructive. Any skeletons not yet emerged were blasted to pieces by her, and with Wei Huan’s all-encompassing light blades, even though the white bones continued to crawl up endlessly from underground, the two of them could almost keep them at bay.

But…

“This is weird.” Jing Yun, who wasn’t the main attacker, quietly observed. The skeletons, even when shattered to pieces as they crawled out, soon after regrouped, grotesquely piecing themselves back together.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Haven’t you noticed? These bones can’t be killed no matter how you chop them?”

Wei Huan, who had been completely focused on fighting, now carefully observed and couldn’t help but break out in goosebumps.

The skeleton he had just sliced in half — its lower body staggered up from the ground, standing on its leg bones with nothing above its empty pelvis. The next moment, the upper half flew over, its broken spine reattaching with a sharp crack.

Those hollow eye sockets just stared at Wei Huan.

“They were already dead to begin with.” Wei Huan muttered, slashing apart the “resurrected” skeleton before him.

Yang Ling continued blasting without pause, but the skeletons’ rate of recovery was getting faster and faster. They clawed and lunged at them, bony hands nearly strangling the living.

Yan Shanyue controlled a portion of them with her power. “This isn’t working.”

“I know.” Wei Huan’s mind raced. It clearly wouldn’t work this way. They would be slowly worn down by these venomous bones right at the door.

While they were speaking, the shattered, reassembled skeletons began mutating, the broken bones disorderly fusing together — shin bones and ribs crisscrossing onto their backs, forming wings out of nowhere, flying straight at Yang Ling!

Every path was blocked. If this continued, they really would be trapped to death here.

“Yang Ling! Prioritize blasting the flying ones!”

Watching her lotus fires explode one by one, the crazed skeletons were instantly blasted apart, falling heavily back into the pit, the cycle repeating over and over.

Wei Huan frowned, his eyes fixed on the falling bone fragments.

The Light Control Technique wasn’t his innate power. If it were wind…

No. He immediately cut off that hopeless thought. Don’t think about the wind. He was no longer the Nine Phoenix of the past.

Wei Huan felt a burning sensation at the center of his forehead. He thought of how Yun Yongzhou had appeared in front of him at a critical moment, using his bloodstained fingers to form a contract. That was Yun Yongzhou’s light.

If he were here, what would he do?

In front of him, Yun Yongzhou’s face seemed to faintly appear in this eerie red cave. Wei Huan could almost see those clear, beautiful amber eyes.

Amber…

A flash of white light crossed Wei Huan’s mind, and he suddenly spoke.

“Shanyue, how many can you hold?”

Although she didn’t know why Wei Huan suddenly asked, Yan Shanyue answered seriously, “All of them, but not for too long.”

“I don’t need long. Hold them in place for me. Don’t let these skeletons escape the pit.” Wei Huan immediately turned and gave another order. “Jing Yun, fly up and grab both me and Qing He.”

Qing He looked completely unconvinced and even a little disdainful. “Him? That scrawny kid can hold us… hey, hey, hey!” Before he even finished, he felt his collar being yanked, his whole body lifted into the air. “Cough cough cough! Can’t you… cough cough! Just hold my hand!”

Jing Yun looked down and saw that he was almost strangling Qing He. “Ah, sorry, sorry.” He let go abruptly, and Qing He almost fell into the pit. A light whip shot out just in time, flinging him back up, and Jing Yun grabbed Qing He’s arm again. “Caught you.”

Qing He was half scared to death. “You call that catching???”

Yan Shanyue spread her fingers wide, releasing cold blue foxfire that instantly ignited along the circular walls of the cave. Like two semi-arched blue serpents, the fire surged forward, meeting at the other end. The entire pit was now encircled by cold blue foxfire. The skeletons trying to crawl out were trapped and couldn’t move.

“Perfect! Yang Ling, blast them hard for me!”

“Like you even have to tell me~” All the mutated skeletons trying to fly out of the abyss were instantly blasted to pieces by Yang Ling and fell back into the pit.

Qing He looked up at the supposedly weak Jing Yun. “Aren’t you tired?”

Jing Yun shook his head repeatedly. “Not tired, not at all.”

“Oh, alright.”

Jing Yun added, “I could lift a hundred of you.”

Qing He was speechless, turning to look at Wei Huan, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the pit. “What exactly are you waiting for?”

At this moment, all the airborne mutated skeletons had been blasted back down by Yang Ling, and the foxfire had completely trapped those still trying to climb out.

“This! This is what I was waiting for!”

Wei Huan, suspended in midair, held up by Jing Yun grabbing one of his arms, stretched out his other hand.

“Light.”

In an instant, the golden point at the center of his forehead exploded with the power of the Golden Crow. An immense demonic force surged, blowing his hair back, fully revealing his determined eyes.

More and more light began to appear in the cave, like a dazzling galaxy descending with new life.

“Not enough.”

Still not enough.

Clenching his five fingers into a fist, Wei Huan closed his eyes.

In his ears, Yun Yongzhou’s voice echoed, as if he were standing right behind him at this moment, wrapping around his body, merging into his blood, passing the scorching, blazing power of the Golden Crow directly into Wei Huan’s heart.

[Feel me.]

In an instant, the demonic energy surged to its peak. Wei Huan opened his eyes. The entire cave erupted with a blinding light. Countless points of light descended like shooting stars, forming tens of thousands of beams, piercing straight into the abyss. Everyone was so overwhelmed by the powerful light of the Golden Crow that they could barely open their eyes.

Only Wei Huan remained exceptionally calm. He spread his tightly clenched fingers and slammed his palm down fiercely.

In an instant, all those beams of light transformed into a flowing substance, thick and dense like molten iron being poured in a steel forge. The white bones lurking in the abyss were wrapped and pressed down by this molten stream of light, completely immobilized.

Yan Shanyue was startled. It wasn’t that she didn’t know about Wei Huan’s pact with Yun Yongzhou, nor had she not seen his control over light before—he had already given her a hard time in their last simulated battle.

But this time, his mastery of light was far beyond what it was before. The forms he could shape were no longer limited to simple blades and weapons—it could now even become fluid like this. His control over the Golden Crow’s demonic power had become more and more seamless.

She looked at Wei Huan, suspended in midair, and it was as if she was seeing that domineering Nine Phoenix from years ago.

Yang Ling finally let out a long breath, extinguishing the lotus fire in her palm. “You really are quite strong, you dumb human.”

Wei Huan’s focused and forceful will made the density of the light flow even greater until the entire red abyss was completely sealed.

Beneath the glowing, transparent gelatinous layer, the terrifying, tangled skeletons were still twisting and struggling—but they could only struggle, much like insects trapped in amber, unable to escape this soft prison for the rest of their existence.

Jing Yun stared below in amazement and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Ah Heng is really amazing…”

“What the h*ll is this? How did you come up with this?” Qing He looked at the white bones wrapped in the golden, semi-transparent light flow. This was seriously over the top.

The brilliant light of the Golden Crow was reflected in Wei Huan’s pupils.

“Because I like amber.”