Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 70

All the things that happen in the world, vast and scattered, seem broken and chaotic. But if you carefully trace the subtle clues and pick up each fragmented piece, the picture you piece together in the end might form an unexpected shape.

A circle that winds and turns, only to eventually return to its origin.

Wei Huan never thought that one day, he would also brush past his past self through the eyes of another. Strangely, and somewhat sadly, he could barely recognize who he used to be.

Yun Yongzhou didn’t expect it either.

The sixteen-year-old boy walking toward him through the surging crowd with a basketball tucked under his arm was a version of Wei Huan that even he had never seen. Youthful, clean, entirely untouched by the blows of life, like a flawless little porcelain doll with no cracks.

He had witnessed with his own eyes that porcelain doll being cruelly shattered by life. He had always known this beautiful porcelain doll never belonged to him. But even so, like a fool, he tirelessly searched for every broken shard, painstakingly collecting them, piecing them back together one by one.

This little porcelain doll could never return to its original, perfect form. The cracks from being smashed to pieces would remain on him forever. No one would ever again praise his flawlessness or dazzling brilliance. Broken was broken—no amount of effort could restore it. But Yun Yongzhou didn’t care. He only wanted him to come back.

This was the only hope in his otherwise insignificant life.

But he was firm in this: whether the perfect version or the broken one, Wei Huan should always be free. Everything he did had never been about possessing him.

In the illusion, the Wei Huan of the past was already gone. Yet, the present Wei Huan was overwhelmed with complex emotions. He couldn’t help but turn his head, his gaze falling on Yun Yongzhou. At the same time, Yun Yongzhou withdrew his gaze from the past Wei Huan and looked toward the one truly standing before him now.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, they both instinctively felt at peace. Even though they didn’t know what the other was thinking, their hearts were both filled with the same emotion.

Thankfully, he came back.

“Wait.”

Jing Yun’s voice rang out, pulling Wei Huan’s scattered thoughts back. He suddenly noticed the illusion was starting to distort, as if it were collapsing. The flowing crowd and the surrounding buildings trembled and gradually blurred into indistinct color patches.

“What’s happening?” Yang Ling grabbed Yan Shanyue’s arm. “Sister Shanyue, why is it like this?”

The foxfire at Yan Shanyue’s fingertips burned brighter, and blue demonic marks began to appear at the corners of her eyes, like natural eyeliner. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem to be a problem with the illusion itself.”

“It’s Qing He’s memory. His memories are starting to get confused.” Jing Yun grew anxious, his brow tightly furrowed.

Wei Huan’s expression changed. “Could it be because of this nightmare realm?”

Yun Yongzhou nodded. “He might have sunk too deeply into it, causing his memories to entangle with reality.”

“Shanyue, cancel the illusion spell.” Wei Huan stepped quickly to Qing He’s side. The silken threads winding around Qing He’s body were about to completely obscure his face. This can’t continue. If it does, he’s done for.

Wei Huan summoned a blade of light in his hand, but before he could strike, it vanished. Startled, he stared at his empty hand and then turned back.

Yun Yongzhou was standing behind him, holding his wrist.

“If you cut the silk threads directly, his soul might never return.”

That final thread of resolve snapped. Wei Huan’s heart plunged into despair.

“Then what should I do…” His arm slackened and hung limply at his side. “Do you want me to just watch him fade away like this?”

Blood had already begun to seep from the corner of Qing He’s eyes.

Yang Ling panicked. “Sister Shanyue said the same thing to me earlier.” She shook Qing He’s shoulders desperately. “Hey, hey, wake up! That dream is fake! It’s all fake! Hurry up and wake up!”

But Qing He remained trapped in the nightmare, unresponsive.

“You said you wanted to summon Xie Tianfa’s soul! Wake up! If you don’t, he can’t be saved!”

Yang Ling kept speaking, but she didn’t know what else to say.

After all, no one can easily wake someone from their most cherished dream.

“We can try this,” Jing Yun suddenly said. His voice was soft, and a little shaky. “I’ve never tried it before, but I think I inherited this ability.”

Yang Ling quickly asked, “What is it? Just use it!”

“It won’t hurt you, right?” Wei Huan’s biggest concern was still this.

Jing Yun swallowed nervously, his eyes hesitant. “I don’t know. But there’s no other way.” He approached Qing He again, and a bright yellow family crest appeared on his wrist. He gently covered Qing He’s eyes with his warm palm. Wei Huan stepped forward. “Tell me first—what are you going to do?”

“I want to try using ‘Borrowed Sight’ and ‘Possessed Sight’ on him at the same time,” Jing Yun explained, his pupils now showing double irises. “Borrowed Sight lets him see what I see. Shared Sight lets me see what he sees. If I use both at once…”

“You’ll switch perspectives.” Wei Huan understood. “But that means you’ll enter the nightmare realm.”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re only swapping viewpoints.” Jing Yun shook his head. “That nightmare realm isn’t mine—I won’t be afraid. But I really don’t have enough demon power. This double sight technique requires enormous strength and focus. I’m afraid I won’t last even a minute.” He looked at Wei Huan. “If I succeed, Ah Huan, you must act quickly. I won’t be able to do it a second time in a short period.”

This was a gamble that could only succeed, not fail.

Without hesitation, he infused his demon power into his palm and closed his eyes. A swirl of bright yellow demonic energy surrounded him and Qing He like a mist, finally merging into their eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the double pupils in Jing Yun’s eyes had already disappeared. Meanwhile, Qing He, who had been hanging his head low, suddenly lifted it under the guidance of the Chongming demonic energy. Those slightly upturned phoenix eyes finally opened, and clearly, inside them were Jing Yun’s demon pupils.

Wei Huan tentatively grabbed Jing Yun’s shoulder. “Qing He? Can you see us?”

Jing Yun’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. He furrowed his brows, a cruel glimmer flashing in his pupils, but he didn’t say a word, as if he was unable to speak.

Having experienced the Nightmare Realm himself, Wei Huan immediately understood the look in his eyes.

It was the instant one realizes their perfect dream has been shattered.

“Qing He, listen to me. All of this is a dream—it’s a trap set by the dark witch. If you stay immersed in that dream, you’ll never come back. The one you’re waiting for might never live again.” Wei Huan knew better than anyone how irresistibly tempting a perfect, regretless dream could be. He even suspected that perhaps in that dream, Xie Tianfa had already come back, and he and Qing He were living an ordinary yet blissfully happy life.

He also knew what Qing He cared about the most. So he had to steel his heart and pierce that bubble.

“What you saw just now was all fake,” Wei Huan calmly looked into Qing He’s eyes. “If you choose to stay in this dream and not come back, fine—after all, you’re just selling your own soul. But you need to know this: if you give up now, you’ll have a perfect dream. But he won’t. He might still be suffering in the real world. He might still be waiting for you to find him.”

Looking at the tears constantly welling up in those pupils, Wei Huan took a deep breath. “Do you really want to give up on him?”

The tears fell down Jing Yun’s face, and the pupils in those eyes trembled uncontrollably. In the end, as if despair had arrived, he shut his eyes tightly. Wei Huan panicked a little and called Qing He’s name several more times.

“His demon power can’t hold on much longer.” Seeing the pupils flickering and swaying after those eyes opened again, Yun Yongzhou reached out to steady Jing Yun’s shoulder, using his own Golden Crow power to support him. “My power isn’t from the same source as his—it probably won’t last long.”

Sure enough, the tremble in Jing Yun’s pupils grew faster, rapidly switching between black irises and bright yellow double pupils, holding on for only a few more seconds before finally stabilizing as double pupils. Jing Yun lowered his head as if his strength was completely spent, panting heavily.

“I… I did my best. You guys… check if he can wake up.”

Wei Huan patted Jing Yun’s shoulder. “You worked hard. Leave it to me now.” He stepped in front of Qing He, who was still hanging his head, wrapped in the blood-red flower filaments. Wei Huan tentatively spoke, “Qing He?”

At the sound of his voice, Qing He slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes.

There was no more light in his eyes, only the despair of having gained and then lost, along with a bitter self-mockery for returning to reality.

As Yun Yongzhou’s gaze landed on him, several light blades simultaneously shot out, slicing toward the withered bian flower. The crisscrossing light beams cleanly severed the red flower filaments entwining Qing He’s body. Though Qing He’s stance wavered slightly, he steadied himself, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his eye.

He glanced at the blood on his fingertips and smiled faintly. “So it was a dream.”

No one expected the first thing he would say upon waking would be something so simple. But somehow, those four words struck painfully deep.

Step by step, Qing He walked out of the nearly withered enormous flower. He glanced at the others, forcing a faint smile. “Thank you all for pulling me out. Otherwise, I really would have died this time.”

His steps were heavy, each one as if he was trudging through a swamp, pulling himself out with great effort.

Wei Huan understood how he felt right now. If it had been him, he wouldn’t want others to see this part of his past either. Pride that runs in one’s bones fears nothing more than being trampled—and yet he had been trampled so many times he no longer retained his original shape.

“We… we really didn’t have any other option. We entered your memories to save you…” Jing Yun’s face was full of guilt. “Sorry—”

Before he could finish, Qing He cut him off, “No, don’t apologize. It’s nothing.” He forced a smile and gave Jing Yun’s shoulder a light squeeze. “I could feel you pulling me out. Thanks for the trouble.” He turned and removed the blindfold from his face, spinning it lazily on his index finger, pretending to sound relaxed. “Although I don’t really like telling everyone these messy, disgusting things, we’ve been through life and death together now. You know, so you know. Just treat it like watching a show. The plot’s pretty exciting, right?”

The flower-shaped demon mark burned in his right eye. The Qing He standing before them now, dressed in black, was entirely different from the pampered young master from the dream. The willful and innocent You Qing He from back then no longer existed in this world.

Clenching the blindfold he had been spinning, Qing He smiled. “It’s a strange feeling, isn’t it? You’re all demons, yet here you are hanging around with the son of the Prime Minister from the human realm.”

Yang Ling said, “So what? I don’t see anything wrong with that. He’s just human. Besides, there’s still this idiot human, right?”

The “idiot human” she called out, Wei Huan, tugged at the corner of his mouth, helpless. “Well, you’re not wrong, but please be more careful with your adjectives next time.”

“Anyway, whether someone’s human or not doesn’t affect whether we can be friends.” Yang Ling didn’t notice Qing He’s slight change in expression when she said the word “friends,” and she kept talking on her own, “What, are you afraid of us?”

Qing He lowered his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. “No.”

“Sometimes, humans are much scarier than demons.”

Suddenly, the ground around them began to shake violently. It felt like this underground ruin was about to collapse. Yun Yongzhou immediately grabbed Wei Huan’s wrist and pulled him closer.

“Don’t tell me this place is about to fall apart?” Jing Yun looked up, worried.

“Probably just a spell at work. Still, this isn’t a place to linger. We’d best leave now.” Yan Shanyue used foxfire to open a blue barrier and habitually glanced at Wei Huan, as if he had already become the default leader of their little squad. 

“Where to?”

Wei Huan called out to Qing He, “Hey—”

Qing He, who had been grabbed by Jing Yun, turned his head and met his gaze.

“Do you want to summon your older brother’s soul?”

The group passed through Yan Shanyue’s barrier circle and left the unstable Wuqi underground city, arriving at the same messy little alley they had passed earlier. Only when they surfaced did they realize it was now early morning. The alley was bustling, packed with breakfast stalls.

Qing He glanced around the alley, puzzled. “Where is this? You brought me here to summon a soul?” Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he stubbornly added, “Let me make this clear again, he’s not my older brother.”

Wei Huan laughed. “Sure, sure, not your older brother. Who knows what he is then? Why don’t you give me a name for him?”

Qing He couldn’t be bothered to respond and deliberately changed the subject. “Not to nitpick, but this place really doesn’t look like where a soul summoner would live.”

Yang Ling chuckled. “Can’t tell, huh?” She grabbed Qing He’s arm and dragged him toward the doll shop. “It’s here.”

Qing He glanced at the locked doll shop and then peered through the glass on the door, growing even more suspicious. “It’s closed. We can’t even get in. And a place like this…”

“We can go in. She’s probably still sleeping in. It doesn’t matter,” Yan Shanyue casually drew another barrier. “Are we all going in?” She looked back and saw Yang Ling and Jing Yun both nodding eagerly like children. Just as Wei Huan was about to speak, he suddenly heard a telepathic message.

[Don’t go.]

He immediately shut his mouth like a weird little mute and shook his head at Yan Shanyue.

“You’re not going?” Qing He frowned.

Becoming the center of attention, Wei Huan quickly asked in his mind.

[Why don’t you want me to go? I want to go too!]

Anxiously waiting for a reply, Wei Huan avoided everyone’s gaze. Finally, while still maintaining his fake smile, he heard a voice in his head.

[I’m hungry. I want breakfast.]

Wei Huan nearly burst out laughing, thinking this guy really was a little young master. He tried asking again, [So, does that mean—]

Before he could finish his sentence, Yun Yongzhou’s voice drifted in like a lazy, weightless white feather, tickling him.

[No “so.” I want you to keep me company.]

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