All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

Yun Yongzhou did not expect this sudden embrace.

His rapid breathing was infinitely amplified by the darkness, and it hit Yun Yongzhou's heart like rain, making him unable to calm down. He knew that Wei Huan was just using his own demonic power to suppress the demonic energy in his body, and he knew it very well.

He could have taken this opportunity to hug him back, but he didn't.

He liked Wei Huan, so he gave him the most complete respect and freedom.

The strong collision of demonic energy in his body gradually subsided and was filled with warm light. Wei Huan's consciousness gradually returned to clarity. When he opened his eyes, he saw the looming collarbone of Yun Yongzhou's collar, and he suddenly reacted.

Why did I hold him?

Wei Huan quickly let go of his arm, squeaked back like a chicken that hit a spring, and then took a small step back awkwardly, staggering and almost losing his balance.

"Well... I just seemed..." Wei Huan didn't even dare to raise his head. He didn't know how to explain his behavior. What he did just now was indeed mindless, so he hugged him naturally.

"...I don't know what's going on, it just hurts so much...and then..."

Yun Yongzhou did not let him continue, but interrupted with a cold voice, "I know."

you do not know.

Wei Huan's subconscious retort shocked himself.

He laughed, concealing his inner uneasiness at the moment, and then quickly changed the subject, "Fortunately, I have you, otherwise I might have died in there just now... Oh, by the way, Qinghe is still over there, I'll go see him."

After walking a few steps, Wei Huan suddenly felt his eyes hurt. He stopped, lowered his head and rubbed it twice with his hands.

So uncomfortable.

Forget it, let's go over there first. Just when Wei Huan was about to leave, Yun Yongzhou stopped him, "Wait a minute."

He walked up to Wei Huan, took off the hand that was rubbing his eyes, held his right cheek, and gently wiped his thin eyelids twice with his thumb.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Wei Huan felt much better.

"Go ahead."

Wei Huan shouted, and the fire wall at the door of the office went out. Qing He was rummaging through something inside. When he noticed someone coming in, he pointed his gun at the door with great vigilance. After seeing the person's identity, he put the gun down, "Are you okay?"

Wei Huan shook his head, "We have to get out of here quickly."

Qinghe put away all the information, "What just happened outside? I thought you wouldn't be able to come back."

Wei Huan looked into Qinghe's eyes and said, "I suspect that their demon puppet plan has actually been successful."

"What did you say?" Qinghe was in disbelief, "You mean you just saw the demon puppet."

Yun Yongzhou said, "We have fought before. It is indeed a mixture of humans and demons. Let's find a safe place to talk first."

Just when Yun Yongzhou was about to activate his spirit to cross the barrier, a blue light suddenly flashed.

A crescent-shaped blade flew towards Yun Yongzhou's wrist. His thoughts reacted faster, and the light blade condensed in an instant, blocking the blade.

"Who?" Everyone quickly became alert. Qinghe looked around and found no suspicious person.

The blocked blade flew out and stuck into the wall. He could see it clearly.

Blue blade.

As soon as Yun Yongzhou took a step, the blade turned into the wind and disappeared without a trace.

For a moment, he felt every pore in his body tremble, and his first reaction was to look back at Wei Huan.

Wei Huan was obviously more shocked than him. He didn't even have time to pretend. His pupils were shaking, his hands were clenched into fists, and the muscles on his face were unnaturally tense.

How is this possible.

It must be a coincidence.

It must be...

Suddenly, the glass window of the office suffered a terrible attack. Countless blue blades flew in, shattering the window glass in an instant. Yun Yongzhou raised his hand and weaved a barrier to block them.

But the strength of the blade was so amazing that cracks began to appear in the barrier. Qinghe, who had no idea about it, looked at the cracks and asked, "How can it be so strong?"

Wei Huan was about to lose the ability to think rationally. He stepped forward step by step and walked towards the outside of the barrier. Yun Yongzhou noticed that a light cord stretched out from his wrist and wrapped it around Wei Huan's arm, "Wait a minute.

"

He glanced down at his arm and tried his best to pull the light cord away, but the more he pulled the light cord, the tighter it became. Qinghe soon realized something was wrong, "What's wrong with you? Wei Heng?"

The name Wei Heng brought some clarity to Wei Huan's nearly collapsed brain.

But the next second I felt even more disgusting.

He looked at these blue flying blades trying to pierce the barrier with red eyes.

No, it's the Wind Blade.

Everything is so familiar that it makes people feel sick. This was originally his ability, the wind-controlling creation technique of his Nine Phoenixes.

The sound of wings appeared outside the window.

Wei Huan sensed it immediately. He gathered demonic power in his hands, and the bracelet on his wrist turned into a sharp cone of light that penetrated the barrier and flew towards the target. The sound of flapping wings got closer and closer, and the light cone that pierced his body flew away.

It came out, turned into a chain in mid-air, and wrapped around the thief, tightly.

He could hear his voice trembling, but he couldn't control it.

"Yun Yongzhou, kill him."

It was the first time that Qinghe saw Wei Heng lose his composure. He almost wanted to kill that person directly, but it was obvious that he always had a temper. He originally tried to see who the hidden killer was.

Wei Heng could be so excited, but he was wearing a mask and his face couldn't be seen clearly from too far away.

But this figure...

Just after the light chain entangled the man, all the wind blades attacking the barrier suddenly gathered together and stabbed in fiercely.

Yun Yongzhou reacted quickly, "Be careful!"

The wind blade stabbed Wei Huan's hand that controlled the light chain continuously. Just before Yun Yongzhou separated a new light to protect him, the light chain wrapped around the man and disappeared. In an instant, it turned into a light shield to resist the attack for Wei Huan, but Feng Yongzhou blocked the attack for Wei Huan.

The blade's attacks were too intensive, and cracks appeared in the light shield in an instant.

When this didn't work, Yun Yongzhou created a new barrier to protect Wei Huan and Qing He, spread his wings and chased after him, "Qing He, keep an eye on him."

The guy was seriously injured by the light blades of Yun Yongzhou and Wei Huan. Yun Yongzhou left room for his attack because he felt doubtful in his heart. This man's demon power was much stronger than the two demon puppets just now. He was tall and even had the power behind his back.

His wings are all black feathers from the Nine Phoenix clan.

If he is also a monster like those people...

Yun Yongzhou was afraid of this possibility and had no way to attack him with a deadly attack. He could only surround him with the fire of the Golden Crow. This attack method seemed to make the other party fearful.

He knew that this guy had also been seriously injured. Although the wounds could not be seen clearly in the black clothes, the smell of blood on his body was diffused in the air. But the strange thing was that this demon puppet had no intention of hiding at all.

Like a machine without any pain. His wind knife is exactly the same as Wei Huan's in the past, even stronger.

After struggling for a while, he decided to use all-round large-scale attacks. Thousands of light cones that were sharper than the blades were just about to sink into the demon puppet's body.

He suddenly disappeared.

Yun Yongzhou's eyes dimmed. The combination of creating a barrier and traveling through the art almost reached the level of teleportation.

later.

Just as he turned around as quickly as possible, a long and narrow wind knife pierced his chest and sank into his heart.

Yun Yongzhou spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped on the blade. Soon, the long blue knife turned into the wind and disappeared together with the mysterious demon puppet.

"Eternal day!"

Wei Huan's last thread of reason finally broke at this moment, and a tear that had been accumulating in his red eyes fell, "Yun Yongzhou..."

Yun Yongzhou lowered his head and covered his heart. Blood gurgled out and seeped out from the gaps between his fingers. He adjusted his breathing and flew back to the window.

Wei Huan supported him, and Qing He also stepped forward, "Are you okay?"

Yun Yongzhou didn't speak, just kept silent and used his spirit movement, activating the barrier crossing technique. In an instant, they transformed and left the crisis-ridden research institute building and came to a secluded place.

Qinghe looked around. It seemed to be a single house, and a whole lake could be seen outside the window. Wei Huan didn't realize that this was the cabin in the forest that Yun Yongzhou had brought him to before. He anxiously looked at Yun Yongzhou.

Zhou helped him to the bed in the bedroom and saw that his chest was still bleeding out, "Why can't it heal..."

Yun Yongzhou's face turned pale, but he still tried to calm him down, "It's okay, just slower."

That person's demonic power is too strong.

Wei Huan lowered his head and pressed his chest firmly. Qinghe felt that his mood was wrong, so he said, "I'm going to look for something to stop the bleeding."

As soon as he left, the place became quieter. Wei Huan's mood was complicated and tormenting. He tried his best to endure it and pretended to be calm. When Qinghe came back with the medical kit, he was busy taking off Yun Yongzhou's clothes again.

The blood-soaked shirt was wrapped in a bandage for him. Qinghe looked at the blood and felt terrible. If this was a human being who had been stabbed in the heart so hard, he would have died long ago.

But as powerful as Yun Yongzhou, he still fell into a coma. His eyes were closed, and he looked no different from usual. But Wei Huan did not dare to face his face.

After treating his wounds, Wei Huan, who kept his head down, looked at the blood on his hands without saying a word.

Qinghe packed up his things and grabbed his bag, "I'll go outside first. If you need anything, call me." When he left, he closed the door. Only Yun Yongzhou and Zui were left in the room, lying on the bed.

Wei Huan was silent beside the bed.

On the bedside table was a basin of water that Qinghe had brought before. Wei Huan immersed his hand in it and washed away the blood little by little.

These hands were stained with Yun Yongzhou's blood.

This feeling was as if he was the one who stabbed Yun Yongzhou with the wind knife. He felt cold all over and bit his back teeth tightly.

Wei Huan only felt ironic as his unfamiliar face reflected in the water.

He has nothing left.

He had no demonic power, no identity, no body that originally belonged to him, and no longer the name Jiufeng. He spent a long time trying to accept the reality that he had been deprived of everything. He thought he could deal with it calmly, but when he

The moment he saw the wind blade, everything was shattered.

The talent that was taken away from him was grafted into another person's body and turned into a weapon.

His mind was so messed up that he felt like a poor ant. Every time he cleared away a little bit of the fog and thought he was one step closer to the truth, fate would crush him to the ground.

, give him a heavy blow.

He really thought that the identity of his body would soon surface, but he never thought that the next moment, a demon puppet with the same demon power as him would appear.

Unprecedented fatigue and pain weighed on his shoulders. Wei Huan lowered his head and his eyes were astringent. As long as he closed his eyes, before his eyes, his corpse was dragged away, decomposed, and turned into test subjects one after another.

He raised his trembling hands, hugged his arms, and tried to calm himself down.

He had lost his temper just now, Yun Yongzhou must have noticed something.

He didn't want Yun Yongzhou to find out, at least not at this time. If possible, he was willing to find a suitable time to tell Yun Yongzhou the truth when he was in a good mood. Even if he didn't accept it, he would admit it.

.

The unconscious Yun Yongzhou let out a painful groan. Wei Huan raised his head and saw his brows furrowed and his lips trembling slightly.

It must be painful.

The tears that Wei Huan had been holding back for a long time suddenly burst out, and he didn't know why.

I wiped it randomly with the back of my hand, but there were more and more stains.

He was obviously feeling very uncomfortable, but these discomforts were nothing compared to seeing Yun Yongzhou's pain.

If you can share his pain, even a little bit...

Wei Huan suddenly thought of the blood contract and remembered that he had lost his sense of pain before. Yes, if it was a blood contract, he could also transfer Yun Yongzhou's pain to his body.

Without thinking more, he began to recall the secret spell he saw in the blood contract notes. He didn't remember it very accurately, but for Yun Yongzhou, he still wanted to give it a try. After Yun Ling silently recited the secret spell, it spread all over his body.

A golden Golden Crow light emitted, and the point between the eyebrows turned red, as if it was a drop of blood seeping out.

He held Yun Yongzhou's hand, and the dot in the palm of his hand turned red, and the light converged for an instant and then disappeared.

Is it over? Why don't I feel it?

Wei Huan, who originally thought he had failed, suddenly stopped breathing, and his heart burst out with intense pain. He put his palms on the bed and tried hard to keep himself awake. Wei Huan knew it would be painful, but he never thought it would be so painful.

It wasn't like a sharp knife stabbing the center of the mouth, but it was densely packed, as if being stabbed crazily by countless sharp needles, piercing into the flesh, making it difficult to breathe. Cold sweat began to break out all over his body, and his lips turned pale.

What on earth is this...

Why is this so.

So cold.

Wei Huan was trembling, his teeth were trembling, and there seemed to be steel needles hidden in his heart. His broken heart made his body feel like it was about to burst. He tried to stand up and walk outside, but every step brought

More unbearable pain.

He could feel that his body temperature was constantly dropping. It was too cold. Wei Huan shivered and stretched out his hand, gently lifting a corner of the quilt. Although he was about to lose consciousness from the pain, he still moved as gently as possible.

Climb up carefully and put down the quilt to cover yourself.

There was still a trace of his clear mind telling himself that you were ridiculous. It was ridiculous that you diverted his pain without his knowledge, and you were ridiculous by lying next to him.

But no matter how ridiculous it is, it's better than seeing Yun Yongzhou in pain.

Wei Huan did not stick to Yun Yongzhou at all, but curled up sideways, looking at Yun Yongzhou's calm side face, like a small animal that was afraid of being disturbed and had no home.

It turns out you have been in such pain.

The last bit of the setting sun sank, and the compromise melted into the cold darkness. The room darkened little by little, and Wei Huan's remaining thoughts turned into a small light, suspended above their heads, and the gentle light enveloped Yun Yongzhou.

face, allowing him to feel a little at ease even when the pain was extreme.

Yun Yongzhou's body was so warm, emitting light and heat like the sun. Wei Huan was too cold. He really wanted to get closer and hug him, but he resisted and just pressed his forehead gently against him.

Yun Yongzhou's arm.

No more, he told himself.

I don't know when, the pain peeled off the last bit of consciousness from his body.

As if freed, he could no longer feel the pain in his heart, as if a rootless leaf had floated into a dark lake. He looked up at the sky, a gust of wind blew by, and the blue wind transformed into another version of himself.

No, that is the real self.

The man with the true appearance of Jiufeng stretched out a hand towards himself floating on the lake.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Huan stretched out his hand. The moment he was pulled up, the surrounding scenery turned into a battlefield of chaos and killing. Bullets shot into his chest like a dense rain, and his cries were wrapped in the thick smell of blood.

, making him dizzy.

A tall figure appeared in front of him. He looked so familiar. The pair of black wings looked desolate and tragic in the dark red sky.

The person in front of me turned around and it was my father.

"Father...Father!" Wei Huan ran forward and hugged his father's scarred body from behind.

I miss you so much.

But his tightly folded arms were grabbed by his father and pulled apart. Wei Huan raised his head in confusion and watched his father turn around. He frowned slightly and looked at himself with a strange and doubtful expression.

"Who are you……"

His heart was struck hard, and Wei Huan froze on the spot.

who I am.

I am your son, I am Jiufeng.

"I……"

When he looked up again, the father in front of him had turned into a man in black with his face covered, and blue demon marks were faintly exposed on his cheeks.

Who are you?

He asked sarcastically, "What do you think, who am I?"

Wei Huan had no time to reply, and saw a sharp wind knife condensed in his hand, piercing his chest mercilessly. Wei Huan watched helplessly as the blade sank into his body, and was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

"So you're still alive?"

Yun Yongzhou's voice.

He raised his head again and faced Yun Yongzhou's indifferent face.

Yes, I am alive.

"What are you doing back here?" Those amber pupils were like a creature from the sky, without a trace of emotion.

"Obviously I forgot everything."

Wei Huan was stunned when he heard this.

The bloody soil on the battlefield suddenly turned into cracked ice. He felt his feet were empty and he fell defenselessly into the endless cold.

Wei Huan opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily, as if he was a fish on the verge of death.

Little by little, his consciousness was withdrawn from the terrible dream and returned to this skin. Only then did Wei Huan realize that he was held tightly in Yun Yongzhou's arms, and his nose was soft against the side of Yun Yongzhou's neck.

skin and chest tightly attached to each other.

When he was unconscious, Yun Yongzhou stretched out his arms to wrap around the struggling man, tenderly nurturing this broken soul.

Wei Huan pretended that he was unconscious and just stayed in his arms. He felt sad for himself.

It would be great if I could hide in this embrace for the rest of my life, without conspiracy and struggle, no longer fighting pointlessly with fate, and giving up the identity of Jiufeng. If possible, it might be a lot easier.

But this isn't me.

The voice deep inside my heart suddenly reached a boiling point, making it extremely noisy.

[You can’t go back!]

[Even your ability has been deprived of you. What is Jiufeng without the wind? It is worse than even the lowest monster!]

[Do you still know what you are now? Human? Demon? You are nothing!]

Countless voices exploded in his chest, and he was buried in the center.

[No.]

He covered his ears and stood up, letting go of his hands. He faced every sound in the darkness.

[I know who I am.]

All the voices converged into one, and the tone was undeniable.

[You’ve already died once, why don’t you believe in fate?]

The self in my mind raised his head and asked with a smile.

[Fate has never been kind to me.]

[What do I believe he does?]

I only believe in myself.

The sound of wind appeared again, and he was sure that this was not an illusion.

Raising his head, Wei Huan saw a diffuse blue demonic aura beginning to appear around him. Under the light of the Golden Crow, it blended with Yun Yongzhou's red demonic aura in the air, like an aurora.

He came out of Yun Yongzhou's arms and stretched out his hand towards the blue demonic light in the sky. The moment his fingertips touched, a familiar power poured into his body.

Even if it's only for a moment.

Wei Huan sat up and looked at the bedroom window. The silence in the darkness was broken. He clearly heard the sound of the night wind blowing through the window lattice, listening to it drifting all the way, getting closer and closer.

He stretched out his hand and caught a ray of wind.

The blue light in the sky fell like a shooting star onto his clenched hands. Wei Huan frowned slightly and spread his palms.

A blue forget-me-not lies tightly on it.

The next moment, the flower transformed into the wind again.

Although I only held the wind for a moment, it was enough, really enough.

Wei Huan looked up at the blue light that was gradually disappearing in the sky, with a tear stubbornly held in his eyes. Only when he smiled and lowered his eyes for a moment did the stars fall.

The night sky became dim in the second half of the night, and the stars fell on a lonely pond that no one knew about. Su Buyu sat alone by the pond, silently watching himself reflected in the still water. The self who was trapped in the pond at the beginning

, met the boy who belonged to the sky.

In the original plan, he waited in Shangshan until Wei Huan showed up, took him to this old place, and told him everything when he was surprised.

These days were too torturous for him. From the day Yun Yongzhou formed a contract with him, all his suspicions were confirmed.

Even if he came back to life again, he was still a step too late in the end. He was obviously the first person to have doubts, and he was obviously more convinced of his identity than anyone else, but in the end it was still too late.

Just when he mustered up the courage to test it out, he found that Wei Huan seemed unwilling to let him know. The reason for his hesitation was simply that he didn't want to drag himself down. If he wanted to hide it, then hide it with him.

But the more he kept it a secret, the further he seemed to be pushed away.

Su Buyu looked at the moonlight reflected on the water. He once secretly swore in his heart that no matter what happened in the future, he would never deceive him and would always stand by Wei Huan's side.

But in fact, he lied when Wei Huan asked him about his birthday for the first time.

He tentatively told Wei Huan a false date, and watched Wei Huan say in surprise, "Isn't this the day I met you for the first time? How could there be such a coincidence."

Turns out he remembered.

There are no beautiful coincidences, they are all lies piled up by selfish motives.

But when he thought about Wei Huan remembering the day they first met, Su Buyu felt that he was the luckiest person in the world. It turned out that he had endured more than ten years of pain and humiliation just to meet him.

"Happy birthday."

Wei Huan smiled and conjured a gift from behind, "Open it and take a look."

Unprepared, he took the box in panic, his palms sweating as he unpacked it.

Opening the lid, he saw a small piece of feather, as dark as ink. He carefully took out the piece of feather, faced the sun, and saw a trace of blue light reflected from the top of the feather.

"This is the Nine Phoenix Feather. I took it from the main body." Wei Huan showed his pointed little tiger fangs, "You can take him with you to ward off evil spirits."

At that time, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. No wonder this feather had such strong demonic power.

Seeing that he still refused to accept it, Wei Huan pursed his lips and said, "Do you dislike me? Don't underestimate this. This is my most powerful Ling Yu."

"This...I can't..."

"If you refuse, I will be angry." Wei Huan took out the feather on his own initiative, and then got a thin rope from nowhere to string up his own feathers.

He walked up to Su Buyu, took away the box he was holding stupidly, stretched out his hands, and put on his feathers for him in a gesture similar to a hug.

"Okay." Wei Huan took two steps back and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

He will always remember what Wei Huan said at that time, his expression, and his gentle and childish tone.

"Don't worry, no one will bully you again."

The night wind blew by, turning his face into a twisted mass of ripples in the water. Su Buyu tightly held the shark beads in his palm.

It was wrong from the start.

Wei Huan showed mercy to everyone.

But admiration is only given to the strong.

The author has something to say: This chapter is actually a concentrated outburst of Wei Huan's conflicts over self-identity. This self-struggle also inspired his control of Jiufeng's soul.

Recommend a song to go with it, helloni's "Exchanging Souls for Skin" (please don't mention me in the comment area)

Bu Yu has always been a point of contention for everyone. In fact, I don’t think he can be described as black or not, because his inner struggle with self-identity is no less than that of Wei Huan or any other character. I will write about it later. He is indeed more complicated.

A character. The word "black" is relatively pure and thorough, so it doesn't suit him very well.