Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 8

Jing Yun was momentarily stunned. Ever since he was born, no one had ever said anything like that to him. And for some reason, when he looked into Wei Huan’s eyes, he felt the illusion that they were the same kind.

Compared to himself, this bold and straightforward human boy looked more like someone truly born to belong in the sky.

“I’ll try.” Jing Yun lowered his head. The bones in his back pushed outward, and with a whoosh, a pair of deep red wings unfurled behind him. Nearby demons all turned to look. Wei Huan smiled, tipping his chin up. “Now that’s more like it.”

Watching Jing Yun soar into the sky, joining the other winged demons as they searched the massive light screen for their names, Wei Huan stood there, momentarily dazed.

So this is what it feels like to look up from the ground.

It felt… unfamiliar.

Soon, Jing Yun came flapping back down in a panic. “Our exam rooms are really close. They’re both in the No Speak Building.”

The No Speak Building? Wei Huan smoothly vaulted over the flowerbed fence, hands bracing the edge. “What luck—it’s right nearby.”

Jing Yun hesitated briefly, then bent down and mumbled a soft sorry before nervously climbing over the fence. He didn’t even have time to ask why Wei Huan was so familiar with the school before instinctively following him.

Wei Huan led them through a patch of Shadow Wood trees to the right of the main building. The rustling leaves made a sharp sound, and a dandelion patrol spirit—looking like a tiny flower demon—spotted them trespassing in the garden. It split into many smaller puffballs, floating after them. Though it was shouting warnings, its high-pitched squeals sounded more like a tantrum than a threat.

Trailing Wei Huan, Jing Yun came upon a low wall. “Are we going to climb over this?”

“It’s a barrier,” Wei Huan replied, stopping. “If you try to climb it by force, it’ll keep getting taller until you’re exhausted.”

Jing Yun gave an oh, then slowly turned to Wei Huan. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, Wei Huan cut him off, “I just heard it from someone else. Real mysterious stuff. But maybe it’s true. We’ve only got fifteen minutes—we don’t have time to waste on useless effort.”

He pushed Jing Yun to stand in front of the wall. “Now repeat the barrier-passage incantation silently in your heart.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it~” Wei Huan placed a hand on Jing Yun’s back and began silently reciting the No Speak Building’s secret incantation himself.

The No Speak Building was one of Shanhai’s main teaching buildings and often used by students for self-study. Uniquely, it was a mobile building—if you followed the official campus map, you’d only find it by chance within the fifteen-minute limit. Only returning students like Wei Huan knew the entrance linked directly to the barrier.

The white wall in front of them suddenly flashed with a circular glow. Wei Huan grabbed Jing Yun by the collar and yanked him through. In an instant, they arrived inside a building. Looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, the scenery beyond shifted and morphed rapidly.

Looks like this human body of his couldn’t pass through barriers on its own—but he could still use secret incantations, as long as a gifted demon acted as the medium.

They had suddenly arrived, and Jing Yun was still a bit shaken. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Wei Huan quickly covered it with his hand, gave a small shake of his head to signal silence, then pointed toward a plaque in the hall. On it, in bold and elegant calligraphy, were the words:

“Speak not of ghosts, gods, or the supernatural.”

Jing Yun didn’t get the meaning. Just then, a few other demons managed to make their way inside. As they pushed open the door, one of them slapped his thigh in delight, “This is it! We actually—”

He didn’t get to finish. The mural on the wall suddenly shifted. Something inside the painting seemed about to burst out. In the next moment, the creatures in the mural broke free, turning into three massive, eyeless monsters that stomped into the hall. The impact nearly knocked Jing Yun off his feet, but Wei Huan caught him swiftly by the arm.

The few little demons who had entered earlier screamed in fear and panic as the giant demons approached them. One by one, they were grabbed by those thick arms and thrown out of the No Speak Building.

Once that was dealt with, the giant demons turned around. Their grotesque and menacing faces swept over the hall.

Jing Yun, terrified, covered his own mouth. His large eyes behind his glasses looked at Wei Huan in panic. Wei Huan simply shrugged, putting his index finger to his lips. Only after quite a while did the three giant demons silently return to the mural. Each of their footsteps made the ground tremble.

This place was just that strange. Wei Huan, a chatterbox through and through, used to hate it the most here. It was so suffocatingly quiet it made his whole body itch. One self-study period in this place, and he’d become the top silent actor in all of Shanhai.

Only someone like Yun Yongzhou, who naturally hated speaking, could tolerate staying here.

Wait, no—back then even Yun Yongzhou had been pushed by him to break the rules and got kicked out. Thinking of this, Wei Huan couldn’t help but laugh. Jing Yun saw him grinning foolishly and waved a hand in front of him. Only then did Wei Huan snap back to reality and sign a few gestures and mouth some words to ask about the specific location. After some effort, the two finally found their exam room.

By the time they entered, many were already seated. Wei Huan had only just stepped into the doorway when all eyes turned toward him. Even the invigilator on the podium was staring.

Let them look. Not like anyone could say anything here.

Wei Huan walked in, pulled out a chair, sat down, tapped his fingers on the desk, crossed his legs, and swept his gaze around. Ding—fifteen minutes were up. From beneath the proctor’s feet, countless green vines extended, climbing up to each student’s desk. A trumpet creeper bloomed at the tip of each vine, holding a rolled-up exam paper. Another vine reached over, presenting a pen.

Ah, a teacher from Jiahui Academy. Wei Huan gave it a glance and took the exam paper. It looked small, but once unrolled, it was ridiculously long. The questions were pretty much the same as the entrance exams of the past—demon history, secret techniques, and science questions. But most demons, confident in their own powers, disdained what they called “science.” To them, it was nothing more than a last-ditch survival tool for humans.

Looking at the exam, Wei Huan sighed. It seemed that battle had finally made the demons take science seriously. Fortunately, he had been good at these subjects when he studied them before, so they weren’t a problem now. Asking someone like him—who had lived at the top of the Zhongling ranking in Shanhai for years—to do this kind of test was overkill.

The test was two hours long. He finished in under one, and even deliberately got a few answers wrong.

His human body wouldn’t have any advantage in the practical battle test, so he had to make up as many points as possible in the written exam. As long as he made it into the top ten, his total score would be solid.

To avoid standing out too much, Wei Huan stayed in his seat pretending to stare at the test paper, organizing his thoughts until the exam ended.

After leaving the exam room, Wei Huan quickly descended the stairs, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had forgotten something. It was a strange sensation, like the shadow of a pencil mark not completely erased.

Following the feeling, he slowly circled around to the back of the spiral staircase. That area was narrow and cramped, stacked with miscellaneous items from the No Speak Building. Only one dim ceiling light lit the space, silently filling it with a sense of pressure.

Standing there for a while, he felt his heartbeat subtly shift again.

Suddenly, he remembered—this used to be where he and Yun Yongzhou were punished to face the wall together. Back then, he had pestered Yun Yongzhou so much that the other boy finally spoke to him here—just one word: “Shut up.”

He approached the wall and bent down, seeing words he had carved before:

[Aren’t you super mad right now?]

[Let’s play rock-paper-scissors. Loser plucks a feather from the other’s wing, how about that? Yours look like baby swan wings—kinda cute though~]

[Come on, play with me for a bit. I’m so bored I could die not being allowed to talk.]

[Just wait, next time I’ll get you punished with me again!]

[Year 28 of Xingzhen, 3:45:17 PM. Wei Huan, sole heir of the Nine Phoenix Clan of the Beiji Tiangui, died in the No Speak Building of Shanhai. Cause of death: suffocated to death because the youngest of the Golden Crow clan of Penglai Sea, Yun Yongzhou, wouldn’t talk to him. Final wish: that Yun Yongzhou live out his days in solitude, never speaking to anyone again. That he use his most precious treasures as offerings to the little nine phoenix and live every day in remorse.]