Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 90

After hearing that, Wei Huan couldn’t describe what he felt. A hundred emotions surged in his chest, and even his hands trembled.

He knew Yun Yongzhou too well. Every word he said—he meant. If he promised something, he would do it. Wei Huan once thought that after his parents died, there would never be another person who would say such things to him. Even he had begun to doubt himself—maybe he was too stubborn, too self-centered.

Now he knew—at the very least, Yun Yongzhou truly understood him. 

A lonely heart had finally found resonance—bumping into another soft, unwavering one in the dark.

“Ah Huan?”

Su Buyu turned and glanced at Wei Huan, who had fallen behind.

“Coming,” Wei Huan said, opening his hands. Two long light-blades emerged from his palms.

[You don’t need those.]

Yun Yongzhou, still checking dangerous machinery with Qing He, suddenly spoke through the heart-link, his voice calm and clear.

[Everything on your body belongs to me. Take good care of it—don’t lose a single piece.] Then his tone softened, making a promise for the first time: [This time, we won’t repeat the past. I promise.]

Yun Yongzhou paused.

Wei Huan walked forward with steady steps—different from who he once was. Reborn, he now had something he cared about.

[You remember,] Yun Yongzhou’s voice turned cold—completely unlike Wei Huan’s always-smiling tone. It carried powerful weight.

[Your life is mine.]

Meanwhile, Qing He finished inspecting the final suspicious piece of equipment and turned to look at Yun Yongzhou, who had been walking ahead of him the entire time. There was a sharp aura about him. Suspended two meters in front were numerous floating blades of light, clearing a path.

For some reason, Qing He felt a strange familiarity in this scene.

It reminded him—just a little—of Xie Tianfa.

Yun Yongzhou rarely spoke. Qing He decided to try initiating conversation. “Instructor Yun, can you and Wei Huan… communicate in some special way?”

The light blades paused. Then Yun Yongzhou turned his head to glance at him.

He didn’t answer right away. Only after turning back did he say: “Who told you that?”

This Golden Crow sure was on guard, Qing He thought.

Strangely enough, between the two of them, Qing He actually shared more in common with Yun Yongzhou than Wei Huan—one was the son of the former president of the human world, the other was the current prime minister’s child in the demon realm. Yet Yun Yongzhou showed none of the arrogance often seen in those born to power. If anything, his nobility was chilling—something no one dared defy.

“No one told me. I guessed. Sometimes I feel like there’s some kind of connection between you two,” Qing He said, putting away his tools and slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Just asking, don’t mind me.”

“We have heart-link.”

Surprisingly, he answered. Qing He blinked in mild shock. “Like telepathy? You talk in your head and he hears it?”

Yun Yongzhou didn’t respond—probably tacitly agreeing.

“How amazing,” Qing He muttered to himself. “How does it even work? No, wait, demon energy is basically metaphysical to begin with—what’s the point of asking about principles…”

Yun Yongzhou kept walking ahead, ignoring him. But after a long while, he suddenly heard Qing He mumble softly: “If only humans could do heart-linking too.”

The words slipped out, and Qing He immediately gave a bitter smile. What was he hoping for? The fact that he’d even been able to see him again was already a miracle in misfortune.

“No need,” Yun Yongzhou suddenly spoke on his own. “When he wakes up, you’ll be able to speak to him directly.”

Qing He was stunned for a few seconds, then broke into a laugh—one that made Yun Yongzhou frown.

“I’ve realized you’re becoming more and more like that blockhead. You two are really rubbing off on each other.”

That so-called blockhead was currently closing in on the core target location. He was up front, with Su Buyu behind, watching the surroundings. “There should be surveillance around here.”

“Yeah, that old fox Yang Shu…”

Before the words finished, the small lights in the corridor suddenly went out. Wei Huan cursed under his breath, and the wristband around his arm transformed into a blade of light that scattered around them, illuminating their surroundings while also providing defense.

Shouldn’t have talked behind someone’s back, Wei Huan was thinking when a loud flapping sound of wings suddenly echoed. It wasn’t clear what it was, but it sounded like a lot—at least dozens.

Flying creatures shot around the corner of the corridor and swarmed toward them.

“Buyu, look out!” Wei Huan quickly deployed a light net, blocking the rapidly charging creatures. A closer look revealed that these flying beasts all had human heads—deeply eerie. Even wrapped in Golden Crow fire, they showed no sign of stopping and still tried to force their way through. Wei Huan was just about to channel more energy and take them down with his light blades when Su Buyu said, “Ah Huan, step back a little.”

“Put the fire out.”

Wei Huan didn’t question it. He silently stepped back and withdrew the Golden Crow flames. Su Buyu raised both hands, and as torrents of water surged from his palms, a faint blue demonic glow appeared as well. The flood shot upward and, in the blink of an eye, froze into solid ice—catching all the monsters midair. A massive pillar of ice now spanned across the corridor, filled with frozen, contorted creatures.

Buyu’s demon power has changed, Wei Huan thought. He had always favored water abilities and could barely use ice before. After all, he was a half-demon, and the differences in power due to bloodlines couldn’t be ignored. Among mermen, ice abilities were especially rare. This couldn’t help but raise questions in Wei Huan’s mind.

“Let’s go.” Su Buyu ducked under the ice pillar. Wei Huan followed and said sincerely, “Buyu, your demon energy is really strong now.”

Buyu paused for a moment. “Is it?” He smiled over his shoulder. “You’ve been gone these years. I had to grow somehow. I always hoped I could become a main force.”

“You definitely can. With your power now, you’re overqualified for a government military position, let alone as an instructor.” Wei Huan knew how much that mattered to him. “But whether you’re the main force or not—we all need you.”

Su Buyu didn’t want Wei Huan to say polite things like that, but at the same time, he wished he’d say more. He always wanted more of Wei Huan’s attention. That’s why he had to become stronger—strong enough that no one could look down on him.

“No need for the government military. Staying in Shanhai is good enough.”

Wei Huan was about to respond when he suddenly heard a faint noise. A light blade shot forward and pierced something. Just as Wei Huan thought he had struck true, the enemy leapt directly in front of him.

“Back!” Wei Huan raised a long blade and slashed forward. He thought he’d hit the figure’s arm—but with a loud clang, the blade didn’t cut through. The light revealed the attacker: the upper half of its body was human, but its lower half and arms were a massive black mantis. Its limbs were all like steel blades—hard and sharp.

“It’s a mantis swordsman’s demon puppet,” Su Buyu said from behind, releasing a barrage of ice spikes. As Wei Huan fought head-on, Su Buyu tried to strike its weak spots, but the puppet’s many limbs gave it swift reflexes. Most of the spikes missed or hit non-lethal areas.

Wei Huan fought with both hands, but even the puppet’s legs were sharp blades—if one slipped, it could slice right through his ankles.

He came up with an idea. “Buyu! Freeze him!”

“I can’t—he moves too fast! I’ll hit you too!” Su Buyu refused firmly.

“Just the limbs. Partial freeze!”

As soon as he said it, Wei Huan kicked off the wall, launching himself into the air with wings spread. At that moment, the mantis turned to counter him.

“Now!”

A surge of green demon light burst out. The right-side legs and arm-blades of the mantis puppet were instantly frozen. Immobilized, the puppet turned toward Su Buyu, lunging forward by reflex, driven by pure killing instinct.

Its frozen right side slowed it significantly. It slashed toward Su Buyu’s chest, but before it could land the hit, a golden blade of light appeared and stabbed through the puppet from back to front.

Wei Huan panted, withdrawing the long blade—only for a thick, yellow, sticky fluid to suddenly splatter all over his chest.

“Ugh… that’s disgusting.”

Su Buyu chuckled and sealed the fallen mantis puppet in solid ice.

“You’ve always been like this. Somehow, it always gets on you,” Su Buyu said, walking up to him. “Want me to wash it off with water?”

Wei Huan looked half-disgusted, half-wronged. He didn’t even dare brush it off. Thank goodness it wasn’t his uniform. “Forget it. Using water might just make it grosser. I’ll take it off later and toss it.”

“Fair enough. Just buy a new one.”

They exchanged a glance and laughed—like they’d returned to their youth, fighting side by side ten years ago.

After several encounters like this, Wei Huan had a hunch. These demon puppets must have been released by Yang Shu to distract and delay them.

He opened his communicator to update the team: “We’ve encountered demon puppets on our side. Yang Shu has probably already escaped through another corridor. Be careful—expect puppets to appear on your end too.”

Very soon, he heard responses from the others. The sounds of fighting were loud and clear on their end.

“This—this side has them too! And a lot of them!”

“Brother Huanhuan, we’ve got them over here too!”

“There are a bunch here as well, but we can still manage.”

What’s going on?

Wei Huan looked toward Su Buyu, confused. “Things seem… pretty manageable on our end.”

Compared to the fierce battles the others were caught in, the situation they’d encountered felt almost too easy—suspiciously so.

[Something’s wrong on your end. Wei Huan, be careful.] 

He heard Yun Yongzhou’s voice again, reinforcing his instincts.

[What’s the puppet count on your side?]

[A lot, but I killed them all.]

That usual aura of “kill gods when they appear, kill buddhas when they appear” made Wei Huan feel like he’d been thrown back into the past.

“Could be a trap,” Su Buyu said aloud.

The objective was very close now. Up ahead, a solid steel wall blocked the path. Just as Wei Huan prepared to attack it, the heavy wall began to slide to the right on its own.

The light blades froze midair, just like Wei Huan did.

Through the slowly opening gap, a room came into view—full of strange instruments, with a pungent-smelling transparent liquid flowing across the floor.

Wei Huan frowned and moved forward, keeping the light blades in front of him defensively. Just then, a noise came from inside the room.

The light blade flew toward the source of the sound. Wei Huan immediately conjured dual light sabers in both hands and rushed in, only to find—

A single figure, with his back to him.

He was wearing an old, worn-out lab coat, and his hair was streaked with gray. The room was larger and emptier than Wei Huan had expected. Aside from this man, there was no one else. No other puppets.

“You’re Yang Shu,” Wei Huan said steadily, his tone flat and cold.

Su Buyu stepped beside him and warned cautiously, “Be careful—it could be a trick.”

“I am,” the man in the lab coat turned around to face them. In that moment, Wei Huan finally realized just how much his current face resembled this man’s.

Though Yang Shu’s hair had grayed, his features hadn’t changed much from the image in the old digital file—he still looked young, even handsome.

As he looked at Wei Huan, his eyes turned red. His expression was complicated—a mix of joy and sorrow.

Suddenly, Yun Yongzhou’s voice echoed in Wei Huan’s mind.

[Put up a barrier. I’m coming.]

At the same time, Yang Shu opened his arms toward Wei Huan, his emotions surfacing slowly. His facial muscles trembled slightly, just like his arms.

Wei Huan didn’t activate a barrier—but he also didn’t lower his guard. He stared at the man in silence, all his light blades still aimed squarely at him.

Yang Shu opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse.

“Little An… Daddy did it. Daddy finally succeeded.”

“Daddy finally got to see you all grown up.”