All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

Although Wei Huan said he wouldn't leave at night, he still felt a little guilty in his heart. If he didn't leave at night, where would he sleep? Make a bunk on the floor? Or sleep on the bed?

No, no, it's a bit strange to sleep in the same bed.

Why is it strange?

He felt that his mind was very messed up now, as if there were two little people stuffed into it. One was saying no, how could you sleep in the same bed as Yun Yongzhou? Isn't this strange? The other was saying

In rebuttal, why can't it be done? It's just what men are afraid of. It's not false at all.

very noisy.

Wei Huan gave up thinking about this. He saw Yun Yongzhou sitting on another sofa and taking out a book from under the coffee table. We are already in this era. Technology has enriched entertainment activities to an unprecedented extent, but Yun Yongzhou did not

For example, people in previous centuries still liked heavy physical books and read them quietly page by page.

If it were anyone else, he would find it strange, but if it was Yun Yongzhou, Wei Huan wouldn't find it strange. This kind of double standard seems to always hold true for him.

The little fur ball jumped onto his lap again, and this time he had the small bag on his back. Wei Huan felt strange and poked it with his finger, "You have no arms or legs, how do you carry this bag on your back?"

Yes?"

The little fur ball squeaked angrily. Wei Huan subconsciously raised his index finger to his lips and glanced at Yun Yongzhou. Seeing that he also raised his eyes slightly to look at him, he could only smile awkwardly and stood up with the little fur ball in his arms, "I

I won’t disturb you while you’re reading. I’ll go to the bedroom to educate him first.” After saying that, Wei Huan quickly ran to the bedroom with the little furball and closed the door.

"Why do you have so many things going on every day?" Wei Huan threw the little furball on the bed, "I think you are not a furball, but a busybody."

Although the little furball was angry, he still jumped onto Wei Huan's lap, and with great persistence shook the contents of the small bag behind him out onto Wei Huan's body.

It's a thin black stripe.

"I haven't looked carefully at the things you made before. What are these?" Wei Huan picked up the black bars and rubbed them. The black powder remained on his hands, and it looked like they were burned out.

wick.

Who would have known that with just such a rub, the wick would become bigger and longer, and its color would become redder and redder. It would break free from Wei Huan's hand and fall onto the bed.

Wei Huan was so frightened that he stretched out his hand as if to knock this thing off, "Damn it, don't soil our young master's sheets..."

But the wick finally turned into a palm-high little person. To be precise, it was a very beautiful and glamorous girl in red. She first held her little skirt and saluted Wei Huan, and then stood still.

He looked at Wei Huan solemnly and said, "Hello, I am Chang Ming Deng Niang."

Wei Huan looked confused, "Mother of Changming Deng?"

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have learned about it in class before. This is a very, very ancient monster. It was common in ancient times. Now it is becoming less and less rare. It only appears in the history of monsters. It is said that this kind of monster is burning.

Chang Ming Deng became a spirit after a long time. Because he lived long enough, he had rich knowledge and knowledge, and was knowledgeable about the past and the present. The teacher also said that Chang Ming Deng Niang liked to turn into a stunning beauty and appear at the house of the man he liked, and talk to him about the past and present.

Stunning beauty...

Wei Huan looked at it carefully.

Okay.

Another guy's face had already appeared in his mind. To prevent himself from thinking wildly again, Wei Huan spoke first, "Hello, hello, I have long admired your name." He stretched out a hand and found that his hand was more solid than Changming Dengniang's.

It was a bit big, but she didn't feel embarrassed and shook Wei Huan's index finger politely.

"Hello, are you a human?" Changming Dengniang glanced suspiciously, then took a deep sniff, "You have a demonic aura about you."

Wei Huan smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, the evil spirit of the Golden Crow."

Changming Dengniang shook her head, "There is also a kind of evil spirit. Although it is very weak and cannot be distinguished for the time being, I can be sure that it is the evil spirit of a big monster."

Damn it, your empress is so smart!

"Your pet traveled thousands of miles to look for me. Although I haven't seen the world for a long time, I saw that it was sincere, so I still made a trip." Changming Dengniang shook her red sleeves twice, "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.

You can ask me, and I will definitely tell you everything I know."

It turned out that it was the little fur ball that invited someone here. Wei Huan's heart suddenly softened. He put the little fur ball that had been quietly sticking to the side to his fingertips and touched it twice.

If this Changming Lantern Girl really knows so many things...

Wei Huan thought for a while, "I do have some questions to ask you. I heard that there is a magic in the demon realm that can bring back the souls of the dead. I want to know if this kind of spiritualism really exists? What kind of monsters can do this?

What about his ability?"

Changming Dengniang heard the question and pondered for a moment, "There is indeed such a technique called soul summoning."

Before Wei Huan could get excited, she added, "But such a technique has not appeared for a long time, and it is not the ability of a certain kind of monster."

Wei Huan was puzzled, "What does this mean?"

"For example, the Golden Crow in your house has the power of fire and the unique ability of light, but he cannot summon souls. Soul summoning is a special and dangerous ability, so the demon who originally invented this technique also gave him

He restricted it to the greatest extent. Please wait and let me look through the notes first."

Ah, it turns out that Changming Deng Niang also needs to take notes.

Changming Dengniang took out a small notebook from her sleeve. The words on it were so small that Wei Huan couldn't see them clearly. She flipped through them for a long time, until Wei Huan almost dozed off.

"Found it." Changming Dengniang held up her little notebook and pointed to a place, "That's it."

Wei Huan narrowed his eyes and looked hard for a while, "...I'm sorry I can't see clearly."

"That's it." Changming Dengniang put away the small notebook, "This kind of spiritualism is an ability that only the witches in the demon realm have, and it is also one of their most taboo abilities."

"Witch?" Wei Huan seemed not to remember that he had ever studied or understood such monsters.

"That's right, witches. Just like you humans have witches, there are also monsters. You should know this."

I really don't know anything about us humans.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, "Then where can I find witches? Are there still witches now?"

"I don't know if there are witches now. As for where to find witches." Changming Dengniang bowed to him, "I'm sorry that my little girl's abilities are limited. I'm just a little spirit."

That's it. Wei Huan sighed, "It doesn't matter, I have another question. If this spiritualism can really bring back human souls, can it also bring back the ghosts of dead monsters?"

Changming Dengniang raised her head and thought about it carefully, "Thousands of years ago, there was a demon who tried his best."

"Who?" Wei Huan was anxious.

"This...little girl doesn't dare to say it." Changming Dengniang glanced to one side.

Wei Huan didn't understand what this meant. He followed Changming Deng Niang's line of sight and looked over, which was the bedroom door.

Yun Yongzhou?

How could there be Yun Yongzhou thousands of years ago...

etc.

Wei Huan suddenly realized, "Are you talking about the first generation Golden Crow?"

Changming Deng Niang took a few steps back, with a look of fear on her face, "This is not what the little girl said, it was you who said it yourself."

That seems to be it.

"Whose soul does the First Generation Golden Crow want to recruit?"

Chang Ming Deng Niang really didn’t expect that this human being could be so difficult to deal with and so good at using words. She looked embarrassed, but in the end she was heartbroken and walked to Wei Huan’s side, “Lower your head.”

Wei Huan quickly lay down, and then Changming Deng Niang hid in his ear, and heard her whisper, "Who held up Kunlun and died?"

"...Phoenix."

Wei Huan seemed to suddenly know something terrible. He sat up and said, "You mean, the first generation of Golden Crow once summoned the soul of Phoenix?"

Changming Deng Niang retreated and retreated, and she didn't have time to hold her skirt. She sat down on the soft bed and said, "The little lady didn't say that. The little lady didn't. Don't talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, I'm just talking nonsense."

It seems that is really the case.

Damn it, how could such top-secret gossip be known to him? Wei Huan got goosebumps. Those were the superior ancestors, the first generation of Golden Crow and Great Phoenix.

"So the summoning was successful?"

Changming Dengniang only looked at him and stopped talking.

Oh, yes, of course it didn't work. The phoenix has been gone for thousands of years.

No, no, why did the first-generation Golden Crow recruit the demon soul of the Phoenix? Is there any relationship between them? Didn’t people in the past say that the Golden Crow and the Phoenix King didn’t see the king?

Especially when there was no Phoenix anymore...

Seeing Wei Huan deep in thought, Changming Dengniang stood up and bowed again, "If you have finished asking your questions, I will leave first."

"Hey, hey, don't leave." Wei Huan caught her in a hurry.

"No one should leave."

Suddenly a cold voice sounded behind him, and Wei Huan trembled in fright, feeling that the little lantern in his hand was also shaking. Wei Huan turned his head and squeezed out a smile that was not very pretty, but he couldn't help it, "No.

Who is it, hahaha, I’m talking to the little fur ball.”

"What are you holding in your hand?" Yun Yongzhou crossed his arms across his chest, "Let me see."

The smile on Wei Huan's face almost died, "Nothing, really~"

Although Yun Yongzhou liked to hear Wei Huan's tone when he was acting coquettishly, he still reiterated his words extremely sternly, "Show me."

This man was really insecure. Wei Huan had no choice but to close his eyes and bravely spread his palms to him.

Yun Yongzhou grabbed his wrist, "Are you talking to this thing?"

Um?

Wei Huan opened his eyes, and there was only a black wick left in his hand. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, "No, I told you that I talked to the little fur ball. This is a piece he picked up for me casually.

Root grass, right little furball."

The little furball made a sound, came over, put his bag on the bed, and put the little wick back into the bag.

Fortunately, this little Changming Lantern Girl is smart. If Yun Yongzhou saw it, he would definitely be angry to death, and she actually created a banshee on his bed.

Wei Huan felt guilty. Although he didn't know the source of his guilt, he still stood up and asked in concern, "Are you not reading anymore? Are you tired of reading?"

Yun Yongzhou only stared at him.

"Why are you staring at me?" Wei Huan smiled like a cute little animal, "You are tired from reading, so you came to see me?"

That's what he said, he was just a mouthful out of habit. Who knew that at the next moment, Yun Yongzhou would actually answer.

"yes."