Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"That settles it, doesn't it?" Gray Boy patted his chest. "Let Xiaoman yell it out, and it'll blow up!"

“The price is… I might be devoured as well,” Xiaoman said softly. “The Seven Hells not only imprison the sound cores, but also the ‘Singer’s Echoes.’ My consciousness has just returned from the system. If I go back in… I might not be able to escape unscathed.”

"Then don't go!" Duoduo lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. "Let someone else figure out a way!"

“There’s no one else.” Xiaoman gently withdrew her hand, looking at the ever-widening black mark. “I am the Voice of Spring, and the only one who can stand against the Sternness of Autumn. If I don’t go, tomorrow this city won’t even be able to cry.”

Su Ting suddenly laughed.

He walked up to her, squatted down, and put his hands behind his back: "Get on."

"What are you doing?"

Chapter 1388 Who Dares to Stop Me

"Aren't you feeling weak?" he grinned, though his eyes were a little red. "I'll carry you on my back, so you can save your energy for singing. If you dare say another word, I'll throw you to the ground."

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, her eyes welled up with tears, and she gently leaned against his back.

"Bad habits".

"Each each other."

With a cracking voice, he grabbed an iron pipe and shouted, "I'll lead the charge! Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll smash their brains!"

"Wait a minute." Su Ting suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky. "Listen."

The wind has died down.

Everyone held their breath.

—A very soft tap came from the dark mark.

"Ding."

Like the first tolling of a death knell.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Countless feet trod in the void, making a uniform sound of footsteps, as if an invisible army was emerging from the crack.

“They are…walkers who move by sound.” Xiao Yin’s face turned pale. “Their footsteps are weapons in themselves! The frequency resonance can directly shatter internal organs!”

“Three minutes.” Su Ting stared at the terminal. “In three minutes, their vanguard will be on the ground.”

“Then let’s finish this in two minutes.” Su Ting stood up straight, with Xiao Man steadily clinging to his back. “Broken voice, clear the way. Gray Boy, take the flares and blast a passage. Xiao Yin, monitor the frequency changes throughout, and call a halt immediately if there’s any unusual movement. Teacher Lin… take care.”

Teacher Lin made a trembling "three" gesture.

Xiao Yin instantly understood: "She said... 'a three-minute window of opportunity'! Once the Autumn Punishment Team has fully arrived, the entire Sound Tomb will enter a 'silent freeze,' and no one will be able to enter!"

“I heard you.” Su Ting sneered. “Two minutes is enough.”

The group sped towards the east of the city.

The wind whistled past my ears.

Xiaoman, perched on her back, asked softly, "Su Ting... are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" He didn't stop walking. "I'm just afraid you'll sneak away again without even saying goodbye."

"Then I won't run away." She whispered against the back of his neck, her voice as soft as a dream. "I came back because I wanted to... hear your voice more often."

He paused for a moment, said nothing, and simply carried her even tighter on his back.

East of the city, the entrance to the Yin Tomb.

The collapsed stone tablet bears an ancient inscription: "What is buried here is not sound, but desire."

With a shattered voice, he smashed the sealing chains with an iron pipe: "Get out of the way! I'll send them to hell!"

"Wait!" Xiao Yin shouted, "There's movement underground—it's not the Autumn Punishment Team! It's...it's the 'Voice-Souled Vengeful Spirit'!"

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly exploded!

Countless twisted fragments of debris shot into the sky, piecing together grotesque faces—some with mouths open but unable to utter a sound, some with ears pierced by iron nails, and some with throats sewn shut with thread.

"They are... singers who were killed by the Autumn Execution Team!" Duoduo exclaimed.

“They’re trapped here, they’ve become gravediggers.” Su Ting raised his walking stick. “But now… they can’t tell friend from foe.”

The gray-haired boy roared, slamming his drumstick into the ground, sending shockwaves through the air: "I'll call your names! Zhang Xiaolan! Wang Dachui! Granny Chen! Do you recognize my drumbeats?!"

A moment of deathly silence.

Suddenly, a skeleton slowly turned to him, uttering a hoarse syllable: "...child..."

"I recognize you!" The gray boy's eyes reddened. "I'm the gray dog ​​who plays the drum at the alley entrance! I was accompanying you before you died!"

The creatures began to stir and turned towards them, but they did not attack.

Su Ting whispered, "They're still struggling... but as soon as the Autumn Punishment Team's melody begins, they'll become puppets!"

Chapter 1389 They came down

"Hurry up!" Su Ting carried Xiao Man on his back and rushed towards the central altar. "Xiao Man, let's do it!"

Xiaoman slid down to the ground and placed her hands on the altar.

A blue halo spread along the lines.

She began to hum—not any known tune, but a melody that welled up from the depths of her heart, gentle yet irresistible.

From deep within the altar came the sound of chains breaking.

[Signal for the opening of the Seventh Prison detected]

Xiao Yin's terminal flashed frantically: [Warning! Frequency fluctuation exceeds safety threshold!]

"It's too late!" Su Ting suddenly turned around, his tuning fork gun pointed at the sky. "They're coming down!"

A black figure slowly descended from the dark marks.

He wore a long black robe with a withered leaf embroidered on his chest, and held a baton made of white bone in his hand.

He waved lightly.

"Ding--"

One of the vengeful spirits exploded instantly, turning into black ash.

“Executioner Zero…” Su Ting gritted his teeth, “Shouldn’t you have rotted in the abyss long ago?”

Zero's gaze fell on Xiaoman, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "The Voice of Spring... has finally returned to its rightful place."

"What do you want?" Su Ting asked, brandishing his sword.

“Order,” Zero said softly. “You awakened spring, but you forgot—spring does not kill, autumn does not bring life. I have come to complete the cycle.”

"Bullshit!" he roared, his voice cracking. "You just want to be emperor!"

Zero ignored him and stared at Xiaoman: "Hand over the sound core, and I'll let you die peacefully."

Xiaoman smiled.

She raised her hand, and a ball of leaping blue light condensed at her fingertips.

"You say I awakened spring?" her voice was clear. "But have you ever heard how the spring breeze blows?"

She waved her hand abruptly.

The blue light exploded, transforming into hundreds of sound waves that pierced through every vengeful spirit in the corpse.

In an instant, those silent faces began to tremble and uttered intermittent songs—nursery rhymes, love songs, street performers' shouts, and mothers' lullabies to lull their children to sleep.

Zero's pupils contracted: "You...awakened their memories?!"

“This is the true sound.” Xiaoman stepped forward and looked directly at him. “It’s not a weapon to kill, it’s proof of being alive.”

“Naive.” Zero sneered. “Then let me teach you—how autumn comes about.”

He raised the bone club and made a light stroke.

The air is torn apart.

A black blade whistled out.

Su Ting roared and charged forward with his Vibration Blade!

"clang--!!"

The shockwave shattered all the surrounding stone pillars.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, their blades and the sound resonating intensely.

"Su Ting!" Xiao Man shouted, "Don't fight him head-on! His frequency is constantly changing!"

"I know!" he gritted his teeth, "but I... can hold on for another three minutes!"

Xiaoman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She knew that the only way was to go deep into the Seven Hells and destroy the sound core herself—but once she went in, the battle outside would depend entirely on this group of people.

She turned around and looked at each of her companions.