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

Blue light suddenly exploded!

"No—!!!" Zero let out a heart-wrenching roar as he was blasted away by a recoil sonic wave, crashing heavily onto the edge of the altar. His black robe was torn, and the withered leaves turned to ash.

Chapter 1392 A Weary Smile

The ground shook violently.

The altar collapsed, and a pillar of light shot into the sky.

At the same moment, all the vengeful spirits and vengeful souls looked up to the sky and howled—not in despair, but in song!

Su Ting staggered to his feet, his face covered in blood, but he stared intently at the beam of light.

"Xiaoman—!!!"

A figure slowly rose from within the pillar of light.

She wore a simple white dress, her hair was loose, and she had a tired smile on her face. In her hands, she held a tiny, flickering blue light—like a fragment of a star.

She blew gently.

The point of light flew into the night sky, turning into countless specks of light that fell upon each skeleton.

They began to dissolve, not dissipate, but transformed into light sound waves that flew in all directions of the city.

"She...she...let them go?" Duoduo asked, trembling.

Xiaoman landed slowly, her steps unsteady, almost falling.

Su Ting rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

"You fucking...you're insane..." his voice trembled, "Three minutes? You've been down there for almost three minutes! I thought you—"

"I promised to sing," she whispered, leaning against him. "A song from the new world."

In the distance, the black crack was slowly closing.

Before the last bit of black mist dissipated, Zero whispered:

"You think... destroying one nuclear core is the end of it?"

"The four seasons... are never just seven hells."

Su Ting suddenly looked up, the blade pointing straight at the sky: "Shut the fuck up!"

The cracks have completely disappeared.

The wind began to blow again.

The tomb in the east of the city is a place of tranquility after death.

The gray child picked up the broken drumstick and suddenly laughed: "Hey... listen to this."

Everyone held their breath.

A distant sound drifted on the wind.

jingle.

It sounded like someone was ringing a wind chime on a street corner.

Then, another sound

Snapped.

Someone clapped softly.

And then

"Little sister, did you sing this song?"

An old voice came from deep within the alley.

Xiaoman slowly raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

She took Su Ting's hand and whispered:

"We...should go to the next cemetery."

The wind stopped, but the shadows at the alley entrance moved.

It was a hunched figure, draped in a faded blue robe, holding a rusty copper bell in his hand. The bell's clapper was empty, yet it had just rang.

“Little sister,” the old man slowly approached, his cloudy eyes staring intently at the corner of Xiaoman’s hand, “the song you sang… was not a lullaby, it was the ‘Enlightenment Spell’.”

Xiaoman didn't speak, but gently gathered that bit of blue light in her palm.

Su Ting pulled her behind him, holding the vibrating blade horizontally in front of his chest, the blade humming: "Old man, stop playing tricks! You're in cahoots with Zero?"

The old man laughed, his laughter like withered leaves rolling on a stone slab: "Zero? That mad dog raised by the system? I'm much older than him... old enough to remember how the first 'spring' sounded."

The gray child slowly walked to the front, tapped the drumstick lightly on the ground twice, and tentatively asked, "You...have heard of it too?"

"Have you heard of it?" The old man raised his hand, revealing a dense circle of sound pattern tattoos on his wrist, which had long been blurred by the passage of time. "I was the first defector to carve 'Spring Melody' into my blood."

The air froze for a moment.

Duoduo's eyes widened suddenly: "Wait... In the legend of the 'First Singer'... wasn't it said that the first voice of spring was burned on the day of the 'Great Silence'?"

“It’s been burned,” the old man said calmly, “but the sound can’t be burned away. My life is the proof.”

Xiao Yin suddenly rushed forward: "Then...why are you hiding here? You could have awakened so many more people!"

Chapter 1393 The Biggest Target

The old man glanced at her, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Awaken? What can you use to awaken it? You just destroyed the 'Autumn Core,' but the 'Winter Box' is still operating, and the 'Summer Execution Platform' hasn't collapsed. As long as the system exists, every voice of awakening will be marked, tracked, and strangled."

He paused, then looked at Xiaoman: "And you... just became the biggest target."

Su Ting sneered: "What's there to be afraid of! We have echoing sounds, resonating vibrations, and these fearless lunatics—"

“You’re wrong,” the old man interrupted him. “The real weapon is never the sound itself.”

He lifted the copper bell and shook it gently.

silent.

But Xiaoman suddenly took a step back, her face turning deathly pale: "This...this isn't a sound wave...this is...memory resonance!"

“Clever.” The old man nodded. “I wasn’t shaking a bell, I was shaking a ‘crack in time.’ What you heard was your mother’s voice for the last time when you were three years old, outside the quiet zone.”

Xiaoman covered her ears, but couldn't stop the tremor that rose from the depths of her soul.

Su Ting grabbed her shoulder and said, "Don't listen! This old man is using memories to erode her!"

“Erosion?” The old man chuckled. “I just let her hear what should have been hers. What the system steals is not just sound, but everyone’s ‘auditory memory’—they make you forget your mother’s voice, forget your child’s laughter, forget the rustling of the wind through the leaves… because once you remember, you can no longer bear the silence.”

The gray child suddenly knelt down, burying his face in his hands: "I...I remember...that day...when Mom was being dragged away...she kept singing...a song I've never heard before..."

Duoduo's tears fell silently: "The first audio clip in my recording... was sung by myself... but I don't remember singing it at all..."

Xiao Yin murmured, "We...we've all had our ears washed..."

“So what you are doing now is not a revolution,” the old man said slowly, “but a restoration of rights—reclaiming the right to hearing that has been stolen from you.”

Xiaoman slowly raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, yet burning with anger: "Then...where do we go next?"

“Go to the ‘Echo Well’,” the old man said. “Three hundred floors underground, there lies the ‘First Recorder’—the machine the system originally used to seal all the voices of freedom, and the only device that can truly replicate the ‘Voice of Spring’.”

Su Ting frowned: "You wouldn't be thinking of... having us steal the system's core?"

"No," the old man laughed, "it's to burn it."

“Wait a minute.” Xiaoyin suddenly grabbed Xiaoman’s hand. “If that place really is the source of the seal… then there must be ‘Sound Guardians’—in legend, they are singers who have been transformed into living monitors, without a self, and only devouring other sounds.”

“I know,” Xiaoman said softly, the blue light in her palm flickering slightly, “but Mom’s song… it’s right there, isn’t it?”

The old man gazed at her for a long time before finally nodding: "The last 'Mother Sound of Spring' is locked at the bottom of the well, behind the seventh door. Only the inheritor of the 'Voice of Spring' can unlock it."

"Then what are we waiting for?" The gray boy suddenly stood up, picked up the broken drumstick, and slammed it on the ground. "I'm fed up with being a mute who can only play rhythms!"

Su Ting grinned and wiped the blood from his face: "Fine, let's go crazy one more time. But old man—" He pointed the tip of his knife at the old man, "if you dare to play any tricks, I won't just cut your broken bell."

The old man, instead of getting angry, smiled: "Don't worry, I've long since given up on this life. I just... wanted to hear the true spring before I died."

Chapter 1394 A Hoarse Humming

The group turned and headed west of the city.

As night deepened, the wind grew clearer.

In the distance, the cry of a baby broke the silence.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse humming came from one of the balconies.

"...The spring breeze...blew by..."

Xiaoman paused in her steps and looked back.

An old woman stood by the window, her cloudy eyes gazing at the sky, humming intermittently as if responding to some distant call.

Duoduo turned on the recorder with trembling hands and pressed play.