All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

"The ancestral tomb?" Yang Sheng found it difficult. "Without him taking us, none of us would be able to enter the enchantment of the ancestral tomb. Why did he just run away by himself? Was he okay before you asked us to come?"

Yun Yongzhou said, "There's nothing strange, I'm just feeling depressed because of something."

After hearing this, Qinghe said from the side, "Since the last time I went to Wuqi, Wei Huan seems to have been a little strange. He seemed to be particularly uncomfortable when he sent Jing Yun home. Could it be that Sha Hua did something to him?"

"Yes." Yang Ling also remembered, "That witch kept telling Brother Huanhuan something."

Hearing what Qinghe said, Yun Yongzhou thought of what Wei Huan told him after he came back, about the sacrifice of the soul-caller.

Yan Shanyue calmly analyzed, "Could it be related to the sacrifice?"

Yun Yongzhou was speechless. He felt that he was really ridiculous. No matter how calm and careful he was usually, he would still get into chaos once something happened to Wei Huan.

What did Wei Huan sacrifice? Did he guess wrong and sacrifice his own body?

"I'll try to see if I can get in." Yun Yongzhou tried to awaken the spiritual power in his body that did not belong to him for the first time. Although he had used Jiufeng's demonic power to break their seals before, he had never tried to luck.

The luck of the spirit was extremely difficult and not smooth. This is also conceivable. After all, Wei Huan's demon power has not been fully restored, and what the blood contract can convey to him is limited. Being able to break some Jiufeng seals is already the maximum, but I think To enter the Jiu Feng Ancestral Tomb, in addition to the Jiu Feng demon power and the enchantment secret command, he didn't have these at all.

For a moment, they were at a loss and reached a deadlock.

Yang Sheng consoled him, "Looking on the bright side, the only one who can enter the ancestral tomb is Wei Huan. If he doesn't open the barrier, no one else can enter, so there shouldn't be any big danger."

Yan Shanyue also nodded, "The only one who is still possible is Xie Tianfa, but he is still detained in Shanhai, so there should be no problem." She looked at Yun Yongzhou, "You said you had something to say, what was it? thing?"

Seeing that everyone was present, Yun Yongzhou could only explain clearly the divination talisman that Wei Huan had found before, and at the same time, he also openly revealed his hidden identity.

At the other end of the Jiu Feng Ancestor Tomb, Wei Huan was guided by the demonic power and crossed the Feiliu Waterfall. With his dark black wings spread, he jumped over the rapids of the canyon and arrived in front of the ice stone coffin on the cliff.

He was like a puppet, being pulled forward a little bit by a string. But his mind was filled with all kinds of voices, intricately intertwined, and the confusion made his chest suffocate.

[Hey, tell me, this little Golden Crow obviously has a dead face every day, but why is there so many warblers and swallows around him?]

This sound...

[Have you ever liked anyone? Let me ask you, what does it feel like?]

It's Wei Huan from the past.

[What kind of spring is coming! I’m just curious. Isn’t it okay to be curious?]

[Yun Yongzhou! Are you afraid of me? Why are you avoiding me if you are not afraid of me?]

[This is not good. She is not good-looking and has a stupid mouth. You should not like her.]

[I seem to be really... tempted.]

This was his voice, every word, but he couldn't remember when he said these words.

Wei Huan hung quietly in front of his tomb, looking at the name on the stone tablet. These two words were carved neatly and regularly, and every stroke was in a predetermined track, which was completely opposite to his scrawled and wanton life.

Suddenly, a picture vaguely appeared in front of his sour eyes. This picture had appeared in Wei Huan's confused memory more than once. In front of the table with the lamp on was his back in the past, and his field of vision was getting closer. He heard himself talking,

It seemed like he was talking to something.

If you look closely, you will see that the little thing is bouncing around, and it turns out to be a little fur ball.

[It took me so much work and took more than two months to come up with it. What if he doesn’t like it by then?]

The little fur ball chirped, and he spoke again, his tone was domineering and cute.

[You have to like it even if you don’t like it, you have to like it.]

After listening to his words, the little furball jumped up and down, as if he was joyful.

[If he doesn’t accept it, no, he will definitely accept it. I am so kind, lovely, just, handsome, and able to fight. I have no shortcomings except that I can’t be born. He can’t find anyone else in the Demon Realm with a searchlight, don’t you think?

]

[But if he really doesn’t like it... forget it, if he doesn’t like it, I’ll just tell him that I gave it to him, pretend to show it off, and then take it back. Yes, I don’t need to tell you everything. I’ll tell you what if you take a look at this.

Like this, and then I will observe his reaction and adapt accordingly. Just do it like this, I am really a little genius.]

[Then I have to find a place to hide this first. I have to find a place where no one can find it except me. Where to hide it...]

Wei Huan closed his eyes and his breathing became rapid. The memory was like ice-cold water flooding his body, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

Hidden somewhere.

He tried his best to do it well, but what exactly did he want to give away?

Guided by the void for no reason, Wei Huan stretched out his hand and attached it to his own stone tablet. The Nine Phoenix Heart Jue was swirling in his mind. Blue demonic light overflowed from his palm, and a huge sound was made from behind the black stone tablet. The ice stone coffin belonging to him slowly moved

Pushing it out, Wei Huan opened his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the lid of the coffin was lifted.

He always thought that this ice stone coffin must be empty. Even when he came to the ancestral tomb last time, he never had the slightest thought of opening it.

But it's not empty.

In this translucent ice sarcophagus, there is a small house model, just big enough to be hugged with both hands. This small villa model is completely transparent blue, with a total of two floors, and the structure is beautiful. From the outside,

From the pillared roof to the furnishings of the rooms inside, everything is extremely exquisite, just like a real small villa. It even has a foundation. Wei Huan raised his hand and used his demonic power to turn the small house from the air, and found that

There is actually a small solidified lake on the back, like a blue gem. There are two trees beside the lake and a small hammock between the trees.

My heart was hit by something in an instant.

It turned out to be the small house he had thought about for many years.

is his future.

These models were all made using the wind-controlling magic, which he condensed with the free wind in the sky. In order to prevent the wind from spreading, he used as much demonic power as possible to protect the small house, forming a

The seal that completely wrapped the model. Even he himself was no longer there, but this gift was still well preserved. It remained intact for seven years and was buried quietly in this tomb.

Wei Huan's brows furrowed, and there was an undercurrent in his heart trying to come out. He accidentally discovered something with his eyes. There seemed to be some traces on the corner of the wall of the villa, as if he had covered it with the wind for the second time. Wei Huan came closer and brushed it away with his fingers.

In that corner, the blue wind smoke dissipated, and the traces originally engraved on it appeared in front of you at this moment.

It was a sun totem that he drew crookedly.

His nose felt sore, and his eyes burst into tears for no reason. The vacancy in his heart that had been poached by life was finally filled with something, and memories poured into his mind. He remembered Yun Yongzhou's course selection and calculated the time he would pass.

Pretending to be unintentional, he flew into the sky at the junction of the two colleges, sat on the wall of Fuyao College, dangling his legs, and shouted Yun Yongzhou's name in front of the students of Yansu College.

As long as he looks back once, he can be happy for a long time.

Even if he is angry or bored, Wei Huan feels happy as long as he has emotions.

He was looking forward to the flag-raising ceremony at the beginning of every month, so that as the flag-raiser of Fuyao College, he could stand together with Yun Yongzhou, the representative flag-raiser of Yansui College, in front of the flag-raising square of the four major colleges, shoulder to shoulder, solemnly

He raised his college flag. He also remembered that once he was injured because of an uneven road and hung his arm. The college refused to let him go up, so he could only stand below and look at Yun Yongzhou standing next to him.

With other people.

But when he turned around to salute the student team, they looked at each other. He quickly turned his head away, trying to get the students in front to help him cover his injured arm.

At that time, he didn't know why he wanted to hide, let alone why he was so stubborn and insisted on raising the flag. He felt that he was competing with Yun Yongzhou. This was the only imaginary enemy he recognized. What would Yun Yongzhou do?

Whatever he has to do, he must do it and do it together.

Don't want to lose to him.

If you want to chase the sun, you can't stop for a moment.

He still remembered that every time he had a class in Buyu Building, as long as it was a comprehensive class with Yun Yongzhou, he would definitely try to tease him. Yun Yongzhou had a withdrawn personality and liked to sit in the corner. If he arrived on time, he would always be there.

Together with Yang Sheng Bu Yu, Wei Huan would always attend such a class, and on the pretext of sleeping in, he would sneak into the corner as soon as he entered the door so that he could sit next to Yun Yong Zhou.

Although he was unwilling to do so, he was blocked in a corner, unable to speak or change his seat.

He likes to tease Yun Yongzhou and draw various comic strips for him, most of which are childish. They show little Jiufeng beating little Golden Crow. Sometimes when he gets angry, Wei Huan will pretend to look aggrieved.

I begged him to forgive me, but none of these tricks worked. Yun Yongzhou could endure it better than anyone else. Only once, Yun Yongzhou was in bad condition and fell asleep on his stomach as soon as he entered the classroom.

Wei Huan sneaked into the classroom with his schoolbag on one shoulder. When he came in, he saw him sleeping, which was a bit strange. In fact, he didn't tease him intentionally. On the contrary, he sat down quietly and imitated Yun Yongzhou.

He was lying with his head sideways, but he could only see the back of his head.

His hair is dark brown, different from mine, and looks soft and touchable.

Thinking like this, Wei Huan stretched out his palm in the air and looked quietly through the gap between his fingers. Time passed by, and the shadows of the trees outside the window were reflected through the transparent window glass of Buyu Building.

Coming in, mottled light was cast on the tabletop where they were leaning. There was silence in the classroom, and time seemed to have stagnated, flowing into the translucent amber.

At the moment when he was in a trance, Yun Yongzhou suddenly turned his head and faced him face to face. The return of memories made him feel the panic at that moment. He retracted his hand grandly, but Yun Yongzhou frowned and opened his eyes.

Open your eyes.

The moment those amber pupils met his, Wei Huan's breathing almost stopped.

"What are you doing?"

Yun Yongzhou, who was still sleepy, spoke subconsciously, his tone as cold as ever. Wei Huan, who felt guilty for some reason, also stood up from the table, "No, no, I didn't do anything, really."

One was half asleep, the other panicked, and both of them broke the precept in a hurry.

A punishment from Buyu Tower caused Wei Huan to unintentionally write a last words that became a prophecy, and also caused Yun Yongzhou's heart, which had been immersed in the dark and dead water, to be thrown into mottled light and shadow.

The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods.

The child is silent and his love has just begun.