Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 91

Wei Huan had always had a strong capacity for empathy—he could deeply feel the suffering of others. In this moment, he could clearly sense the grief welling up inside Yang Shu.

Yang Shu’s face was pale—unnaturally so—and his lips had a faint bluish tint. His expression was strange, caught somewhere between laughing and crying, like his flesh and soul weren’t in sync. His facial muscles twitched, and tears streamed from his reddened eyes, making the dullness of his gaze shine a little clearer.

Maybe it felt undignified to cry at his age, so he awkwardly raised his arm and wiped his face roughly, forcing a stiff smile.

“Little An… Daddy missed you so much.” His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human. He staggered a few steps toward Wei Huan, like a puppet on strings.

Wei Huan stared at him—stared at that seemingly gentle and refined face. In the next instant, his light blades surged forward, stopping Yang Shu from getting any closer.

“I’m not your son.” Wei Huan spoke evenly, each word precise. The light saber in his hand remained pointed directly at Yang Shu. Even if the truth was cruel, he still had to say it. “Your son is already gone.”

Yang Shu’s expression shifted slightly. His gaze grew unfocused, as if a white mist had clouded it over. But at the sound of Wei Huan’s voice, that fog finally cleared. He saw everything for what it really was.

All the frenzied dreams he’d pieced together—shattered.

“You… you really don’t remember Daddy?”

His tone changed, becoming uncertain.

Wei Huan silently stared at him, then finally withdrew his light saber.

“Ah Huan…” Su Buyu, worried he was softening, quickly spoke up.

The golden glow faded. The blade disappeared. Wei Huan’s face remained expressionless as he looked at Yang Shu, saying nothing.

It felt like a kind of forgiveness.

Yang Shu stepped forward. “Little An… you’ve grown so tall. When you left Daddy, you only came up to my shoulder.”

The distance between them closed—but Wei Huan still didn’t move. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Su Buyu couldn’t wait any longer. He raised his hand, green demon light forming in his palm—but just as he was about to act, Wei Huan grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Those things were your doing?” Wei Huan finally asked. “Those not-quite-human, not-quite-demon experiments.”

Yang Shu’s steps faltered, like a heavy machine suddenly jamming.

“Who told you to do it?”

Wei Huan’s eyes locked onto Yang Shu’s face, watching the way his expression changed again. The fog seemed to return, blinding him once more. He looked lost. His eyes grew cloudier, nearly colorless.

“Who told you to do it?” Wei Huan raised his voice, enunciating each word clearly. “Who told you to do it—Dad?”

The moment that word slipped out, Su Buyu’s heart skipped a beat.

Across from them, Yang Shu’s face lit up with a flicker of life. The mist cleared in an instant. He staggered forward, trembling, as if to embrace Wei Huan. “Little An… Little An, you remember me?”

The light blades surged forward to block him. Yang Shu stopped instinctively, not daring to move closer. He simply stood there, staring silently at Wei Huan, tears falling uncontrollably from his eyes.

“Answer me—who was behind this, who made you do it?” Wei Huan coaxed gently. “Just tell me, and we can go home, Dad.”

A strange sound came from Yang Shu’s throat. He choked for a moment, then finally said, “I didn’t want to either… I didn’t want to…”

He finally spoke, and Wei Huan felt a slight sense of relief. “I know you were forced. Who made you do it?”

Yang Shu became agitated. He seemed to lose the rationality of a scholar—his thoughts scattered, speech broken and disjointed, no longer like a normal human. “They… they told me… as long as I agreed to participate in the plan, they would give me a lot of money, enough to keep saving you. I could try as many times as I wanted—keep trying until you came back…”

Wei Huan observed closely and continued, “But hadn’t I already died? Before I was even grown?”

“No, you didn’t… baby, you didn’t.” He rambled on, his voice hoarse to the point of breaking, yet still carried an eerie kind of tenderness. “You were just sick. You were ill, and the doctors couldn’t save you—only Daddy could. I could make you healthier. I could make many versions of you, ones that wouldn’t get sick… as long as I had enough funding, I could succeed.”

As he spoke, his expression suddenly turned resentful. His grayed eyes bulged slightly in fury. “They forced me out! They drove me away! They wouldn’t let me keep saving you. I—I could only hide…”

As Wei Huan listened, his mind was racing. According to what Qing He had previously said, Yang Shu was expelled from Fanzhou after massive public outcry over the mutated soldier program. The Song Chengkang government collapsed, the president himself was assassinated, and Yang Shu fled punishment by escaping into the dark zones.

That lined up with what he was saying now—he had been driven out, likely by the furious people of Fanzhou and the puppet government led by Chen Zhong afterward. And yet, someone had continued to fund him, using his biotech knowledge to create the demon puppets. So there really were two different factions involved.

“Who helped you save me?” Wei Huan didn’t want to let his own speculation cloud the man’s thinking, so he just kept asking, emphasizing again and again, “Dad, tell me, and I’ll go home with you.”

Yang Shu looked up at Wei Huan, his tears already soaking the worn collar of his lab coat.

Su Buyu was also silently watching Yang Shu, his palm already charged with demon energy, ready to strike.

“I… someone brought me to see him,” Yang Shu spoke with growing difficulty. His mouth moved, but no sound came out most of the time, only odd guttural noises. Still, he forced himself to speak. “Little An, do you know? He’s not dead. He’s still alive!”

Su Buyu frowned, glancing at Wei Huan. Wei Huan pressed on calmly, “Who is still alive?”

Yang Shu opened his mouth, but before he could say anything more, his expression twisted in agony. He suddenly bent over as if about to vomit. He raised a hand to cover his mouth, instinctively trying to maintain some shred of dignity.

“Dad, who is still alive?”

Wei Huan could see his reaction growing more violent, like he was on the verge of collapse. Wei Huan was fairly certain he’d already guessed the truth—but he still wanted to hear it from Yang Shu himself.

Hearing Wei Huan’s voice seemed to hypnotize Yang Shu again—or perhaps it gave him a strange surge of strength. His dull eyes regained the faintest glimmer of light, and he struggled to open his mouth.

“He’s still alive… the… former presi—”

Before he could finish, Yang Shu suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood, staining his lab coat. He stumbled forward a few steps, then collapsed, his arms reaching out as if crying for help. His face was twisted in unbearable pain. “Little… Little…”

“Song Chengkang really is still alive…” Wei Huan moved forward, trying to help him up—but Su Buyu stopped him.

“Ah Huan, don’t go over there.”

Yang Shu lay on the floor, spewing more black blood, yet still raised his head to look at Wei Huan. He smiled, and his lips moved as if to call out his son’s name.

Suddenly, a wall of golden light appeared in front of Wei Huan—a fully formed barrier, shielding him like a wall. Wei Huan immediately knew who had arrived. He turned and saw Yun Yongzhou walking in dressed all in black, his face cold and full of killing intent.

“I told you to put up a barrier.”

“Wait, Yongzhou!” Wei Huan called out in panic. “He was being controlled!”

Yun Yongzhou’s light blades were about to shred Yang Shu to pieces, but at Wei Huan’s words, they all halted midair—hovering just inches from Yang Shu’s body. The intense light made Yang Shu squint in pain, his body convulsing on the ground.

Qing He rushed in behind them, having heard everything Wei Huan had said over the comms. “Song Chengkang is alive—it’s him, isn’t it? He’s behind the demon puppet project!”

Suddenly, Yang Shu’s body jolted violently twice. Something under his body seemed to bulge upward, lifting his torso. As Wei Huan watched, he saw the shredded remains of Yang Shu’s lab coat… and the enormous cavity of flesh on his chest—along with long black tendrils sprouting from within.

The tendrils whipped toward Yun Yongzhou. Before they could reach him, the light blades slashed them to pieces—but in seconds, even more tendrils emerged, moving even faster.

“He turned into a demon puppet too?” Qing He stared in disbelief. “What the h*ll is going on…”

Su Buyu turned to Wei Huan. “You already knew.”

Wei Huan nodded. “I sensed it the moment I got close. He didn’t smell right. Demon puppets don’t have any human scent—just thick demonic aura and the stench of decay.” He looked down at the floor. “That acrid-smelling liquid on the ground must’ve been used to cover up the scent.”

“He was waiting for his son—wanted to see him one last time with dignity.”

The tendrils kept whipping out, faster and faster. Yun Yongzhou still showed no intention of delivering a killing blow—he simply continued slicing at the appendages.

Ignoring Su Buyu’s attempts to stop him, Wei Huan stepped out of the barrier. His wings unfurled again, and he rose into the air above Yang Shu.

Yang Shu seemed to sense him. His head turned stiffly toward Wei Huan. But in the next instant, Yun Yongzhou’s light cords wrapped tightly around him. This seemed to enrage him. A furious roar erupted from the hollow cavity of his chest—

“My Little An…”

The light cords wrapped tighter and tighter. Yun Yongzhou spoke coldly, “Yours?”

Where is the demon heart? Where?

Wei Huan tried to stay calm. Yang Shu’s demon heart was unusually well-hidden—he couldn’t see it at all. Su Buyu was only half-demon, and his ability to sense demon hearts wasn’t as strong as his.

He closed his eyes, the chaotic, fierce sounds of battle flooding his ears. A faint, murky trace of demonic energy flickered past his senses.

His wings spread, and Wei Huan flew in pursuit of that trace. He opened his eyes. A beam of light shot from his hand, slicing open the fabric on Yang Shu’s left shoulder. Sure enough—beneath the exposed skin, something was faintly pulsing.

Dig it out, and he’ll die.

“Buyu! Freeze his left shoulder!”

The moment Wei Huan’s voice rang out, Su Buyu acted. A torrent of freezing energy surged from his palm, sealing Yang Shu’s entire shoulder in solid ice. Because of gravity, Yang Shu toppled to the side—and the black tendrils suddenly went limp.

The rest of the Group arrived under Qing He’s direction. When they saw the scene before them, all of them looked surprised.

Yang Shu’s voice was still hoarse, but he could speak. Wei Huan descended from the air, approaching him. Yun Yongzhou didn’t stop him—he just silently watched.

“Little… Little An…” Yang Shu reached out a trembling hand, his eyes, slightly clearer now, looked longingly at Wei Huan’s face. “Daddy… shouldn’t have done all that… Daddy’s almost gone now… almost dead… but I had to… I had to see you come back… I could only… only…”

So that’s how it was.

Wei Huan looked down at him. This man who had taken countless innocent lives—everything he had done stemmed from an obsession deep within his heart. An obsession that blurred right from wrong, that turned him into a monster. He couldn’t even bring himself to die. He’d rather experiment on himself, turn himself into one of those half-demon abominations, just to buy a little more time—

So he could wait for his son.

Even if it was fake, he chose to believe.

It was this obsession, this unfulfilled wish, that let him hold on to the last shred of calm and sanity.

Wei Huan stared at the filthy hand. This was a hand that had once held his child gently—yet had also used the corpses of his parents for grotesque experiments. He asked coolly, “Tell me—how do we restore the demon puppets’ minds?”

The question might’ve been unnecessary. If Yang Shu had truly known the answer, he wouldn’t have suffered like this—wouldn’t have fractured the way he had.

But Yang Shu didn’t seem to hear. He kept murmuring to himself, “Daddy promised you… when you grew… grew up, I wouldn’t make you take medicine every day anymore… wouldn’t stop you from playing with the other children… as long as you grew up well, Daddy would give you everything…”

He spoke with what seemed like the last strength he had. The hand he’d reached out still hadn’t been withdrawn.

“What was the real purpose of the demon puppet project? Say it!” Wei Huan’s voice trembled. “You stole my parents’ demon hearts. Where are their bodies? Tell me!”

Yang Shu didn’t seem to hear anymore—but he saw the red rims of Wei Huan’s eyes.

“Don’t cry… don’t cry…”

“Little An is better now… we don’t have to stay in the hospital anymore…”

He slowly closed his eyes. “We’ll go… go…”

A flash of light—Wei Huan’s blade stabbed into his body, severing the frozen shoulder and arm. The blade clattered to the ground with a loud clang. Wei Huan turned around, never hearing Yang Shu’s voice again.

Silence fell.

Su Buyu opened his mermaid bead and stored the severed ice arm inside, just in case it became dangerous again.

Yang Ling carefully walked over to Wei Huan. “Brother Huanhuan…”

Wei Huan wiped his face. “I’m fine.” He even turned to Qing He with a bit of optimism. “The fact he could resist the demon puppet brainwashing—it means it’s not hopeless. Xie Tianfa didn’t attack you either. There’s still a chance.”

“At least now we know Song Chengkang is still alive…”

Suddenly, the ground shook violently. A sharp pain tore through his head. A powerful ringing filled his ears. “What’s happening…” He thought at first it was just him—but then he heard Yang Ling cry out in pain, and saw everyone else in similar distress.

Everyone except Qing He, who looked on in confusion. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Wei Huan felt the demon power in his blood being stripped away—agonizingly—but he remained conscious. A hand gripped his arm. He turned to see Yun Yongzhou, brow tightly furrowed. “Get out. Leave this place.”

Yang Sheng gritted his teeth and tried to activate a barrier to escape. “My demon power is fluctuating abnormally… something’s wrong with the magnetic field here…”

Wei Huan looked toward Su Buyu. In that moment of chaos, he could sense that Su Buyu’s demon aura had become strangely complex—but the next instant, Yun Yongzhou pulled him into the barrier.

In a flash, they exited the underground maze and returned to the surface.

One by one, the others emerged from below. The situation eased slightly. Only Qing He was unaffected, which confirmed that the magnetic field didn’t affect humans.

Yan Shanyue spoke up, “I knew something was wrong. I heard it over the comms—right after Yang Shu said the former president was still alive, he transformed into a demon puppet. That timing is way too convenient. It’s like someone was controlling him.”

Wei Huan’s heart froze.

It was a trap. They had exploited Yang Shu’s desperate wish to see his child again—and exploited their urgent need to find him. All to gather them in one place and wait for this moment.

The ground caved in quickly. As if everything were about to be swallowed whole, a burst of multicolored demon light erupted from the ruins—piercing the dust and soil, lighting up the sky.

The sound of things breaking through the earth echoed again and again.

One after another, the ruined land became a terrible hatchery—a monstrous petri dish. From within, strange creatures began to crawl out, dig their way free, even shoot upward into the sky. Demon light carried them in every direction, scattering them toward all corners of the heavens.

They could only watch as these things escaped—far too many, and far too fast. Yang Ling tried to summon spiritual energy to stop them, but it was useless.

They were all demon puppets.

Countless demon puppets.

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