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

He grinned, his voice cracking, and held the iron pipe across his chest.

The gray child gripped the drumsticks tightly, his eyes burning with anger.

Duoduo raised her homemade megaphone, her fingers trembling but refusing to back down.

Xiao Yin kept a close eye on the terminal, ready to issue an alert at any time.

Su Ting stood at the front, his tuning fork gun aimed at Zero, his voice hoarse but firm: "Go. We'll buy you three minutes."

Teacher Lin leaned against the stone tablet, raised her hand with difficulty, and mouthed a gesture.

Xiao Yin softly translated: "...go...to sing."

Xiaoman smiled.

She turned and stepped into the pillar of light at the center of the altar.

“Three minutes later…” her voice echoed from the ground, “I’ll be back and sing you a song—the song of the new world.”

A pillar of light rose up and engulfed her.

Chapter 1390 Hold on, Lao Tzu

On the ground, Su Ting roared, and the blade burst forth with a blinding light.

"Three minutes—!" he roared, "Hold on for me!"

Zero sneered, swung his bone club, and black blades rained down like rain.

It charged forward with a piercing roar, the iron pipes slamming down with a screeching sound.

The gray child swung his mallets wildly, the drumbeats thundering.

Xiao Yin abruptly pressed the terminal: "Release the interference wave!"

Su Ting raised his tuning fork gun, its sound resonating with the clang of Su Ting's sword: "Come on—let this city—resonate once more—!"

Just as the flash of blades and the sound of their clashing mingled, a clear, melodious humming echoed from the depths of the earth—

"...The spring breeze blows...and the flowers bloom..."

Su Ting suddenly looked up, a wide grin spreading across his face:

"Damn... she started singing."

"The spring breeze blows...and the flowers bloom..."

The sound was as soft as a leaf falling on water, yet it pierced through thick layers of rock, striking directly into everyone's eardrums and heart. Gray's hand trembled, but the drumbeat didn't stop; instead, it pounded down even harder, as if afraid of missing this long-awaited vitality.

With a cracking voice and a wide grin, he swung the iron pipe out with a fierce horizontal strike, deflecting an incoming black blade: "Damn! This little brat, still singing lullabies at a time like this?"

"You know nothing!" Su Ting roared, his vibrating blade slashing down fiercely, unleashing a ring of crimson sound waves. "This is her battle song!"

Zero's expression changed for the first time.

He stared intently at the pillar of light in the center of the altar, the withered leaf patterns trembling slightly: "Impossible... There are 'Thorns of Memory' deep within the Seven Hells, where anyone who enters will have their mind torn apart by the wails of hundreds of dead! How could she... still be singing?"

“Because she’s not singing to herself.” Xiaoyin suddenly looked up, her voice trembling but clear. “She’s singing to them—to all the buried voices.”

Deep within the pillar of light, Xiaoman floated in boundless darkness.

All around were distorted, skeletal remains, like countless prisoners nailed to the void. Their mouths screamed silently, their eyes burning with a mixture of despair and rage.

"Did you hear that?" Xiaoman said softly, her voice as gentle as the wind rustling through a wheat field.

No one responded.

She smiled, closed her eyes, and continued humming.

"The spring breeze... blows across the hills...the flowers bloom...the children smile..."

A voice suddenly twitched.

“…Mom?” it uttered in a hoarse voice, like a rusty door being pushed open.

“I’m here.” Xiaoman walked over and reached out to touch the mangled face. “I’m back, everyone is back.”

“I…I forgot…the song…” His voice trembled.

"It's okay," Xiaoman said softly. "I'll sing your part too."

She continued onward, her singing growing clearer and clearer, like a ray of light cutting a path through the darkness.

More and more voices raised their heads.

Some began to whisper in harmony, some patted their broken bodies with their hands, making a broken rhythm, and some simply wept silently, squeezing out incoherent sobs from their throats.

She went to the deepest part.

There, locked away, lies a pitch-black core—the primordial core of "Autumn's Sternness." It is bound by seven chains, each engraved with ancient musical notes. But now, the chains are cracking inch by inch, and cold black mist seeps from the gaps.

"You're late," a deep voice said.

Xiaoman (Grain Buds) is a solar term.

A man sat on a throne, his body bound by sonic chains, his eyes closed. A broken tuning fork was stuck in his chest, yet he could still speak.

"Autumn Singer... are you still alive?"

"Live?" he sneered. "I'm nailed here not to live, but to atone for my sins."

Chapter 1391 The Collapse of the Seven Hells

"Then why did you respond to Zero's call?"

“I didn’t.” The singer opened his eyes, revealing a pale gray. “It was your ‘Voice of Spring’ that awakened the seal’s resonance. The Seven Hells loosened because of you… They were merely going with the flow.”

Xiaoman (the beginning of spring) was silent.

She looked down at the sound core: "If I destroy it, the Seven Hells will collapse, and all the imprisoned voices will vanish."

“Including me,” the singer said calmly.

"But you...you were all singers once," Xiaoman said softly. "Why were you used as weapons? Sealed away? Driven by fear?"

“Because the sound is too dangerous,” the singer whispered. “It can awaken hope, but it can also sow fear. The system is afraid that we will unite, afraid that the song will become a revolution. So they divide us into four seasons, set up cages, and make us kill each other… Let you live in ‘spring’ and let me die in ‘autumn’.”

Xiaoman clenched her fist.

"From today onwards... I will no longer be a voice of spring."

She looked up and stared directly at the singer: "I want to be—the echo of all voices."

She raised her hand, and pure blue light gathered at her fingertips.

"I want everyone to be able to sing, to be heard. No seasons, no execution squads, no silent abyss."

The singer smiled, a hint of relief in his voice: "Innocent...but also...truly beautiful."

Xiaoman stepped forward, and the blue light suddenly pierced into the sound core!

"No—!" In the distance, Zero suddenly looked up, his face contorted. "You can't destroy it! Without 'Autumn's Sternness,' the cycle of reincarnation will break! Order will collapse!"

"Who wants your damn order!" A voice cracked as it swung an iron pipe at his face, but it was blocked by the black blade. The person was sent flying backward, crashing into a stone wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Grey Child! Hold on!" Su Ting roared, the tuning fork gun and the vibrating blade resonated, bursting out a blinding light wave, forcefully cleaving through a torrent of sonic blades.

Xiao Yin screamed, "Watch out! The ground is collapsing! The Seven Hells' structure is unstable!"

Duoduo clung tightly to the megaphone, shouting at the vengeful spirits, "Did you hear that? Xiaoman is singing! That's the sound of freedom! Do you still want to be gravediggers, or—echoers!"

A vengeful spirit slowly raised its hand and pointed forward.

Then came the second, then the third.

They stopped attacking indiscriminately and turned to Zero in unison, their throats gurgling out hoarse harmonies—

Those are fragments of the Xiaoman song.

"...The flowers are blooming...The children are smiling..."

"You... dare!" Zero roared, swinging his bone club wildly, and black blades rained down like a storm.

Su Ting sliced ​​through three sonic blades with a single strike, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still laughed: "Damn...did you hear that? Down underground...she's still singing!"

Underground, Xiaoman's blue light fiercely clashed with the black core.

The sound core struggled frantically, releasing countless illusions—

She saw Su Ting lying in a pool of blood, still shouting "Run!"

I saw Duoduo being torn apart by the sound waves, still holding a recording pen in her hand;

I saw the gray child kneeling on the ruins, his drumsticks broken, tears streaming down his face.

"Do you see?" the singer whispered. "This is the price. Destroy it, and you might never be able to go back."

Xiaoman closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

“I know,” she said softly, “but if I come back alive and never hear their voices again… then I would rather… stay here forever.”

She suddenly opened her arms and hugged the entire sound core into her bosom.

“Mom…” she murmured softly, just like when she was a child, “I’m a little scared… but I don’t regret it.”