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

Chapter 1398 The Fire That Never Dies

“It’s not a program.” Xiaoman walked up to him and said softly, “It’s a memory… that has returned.”

The man looked up, trembling, tears streaming down his face from his golden vertical pupils: "Sister... Sister..."

He reached out his hand, no longer as a threat, but as a plea.

"Could you...sing it again? Mom's song...I...forgot it..."

Xiaoman looked at him and slowly nodded.

She opened her mouth—

The song started again.

Gentle yet firm, like an inextinguishable fire.

And amidst this singing, in the distance, a tall tower collapsed with a deafening roar.

The "Summer Execution Platform" is now broken.

Su Ting watched this scene, smiled to himself, and said softly:

"You fucking...you're a miracle."

Xiaoman stopped singing, turned to look at him, and smiled:

"It wasn't me...it was us."

Suddenly, the old man looked up sharply, and the copper bell rang automatically without any wind.

A look of horror flashed across his cloudy eyes:

"No...there's one more place..."

"The Winter's Box... hasn't been touched yet."

Outside the well, in the night sky, a silvery crescent moon quietly appeared.

Within the heart of the moon, a frozen female body floats silently, her lips sealed shut by seven ice needles.

Where her heart is located, there is a constantly beating black box.

A mechanical voice slowly rose:

"Hibernation Protocol... Countdown to activation: 72:00:00"

"Objective: Complete silence."

The old man whispered in a trembling voice:

"They...are going to freeze the entire city...into a silent, eternal night."

Su Ting gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and sneered:

"Then let's shoot down that moon first."

Xiaoman looked up at the night sky and gently took his hand:

"This time... let's go together."

In the distance, the wind chimes tinkled softly.

A strange voice drifted on the wind:

"We've been waiting for you for a long time... Voice of Spring."

The wind stopped.

The entire city fell into an eerie silence, as if even the air had frozen into glass. Only the silvery crescent moon hung high in the sky, like a cold knife hovering over everyone's throat.

“Seventy-two hours…” Duoduo murmured, her fingers flying across the recorder. “I can interfere with its frequency, but I can’t cut off the core signal—that thing isn’t a machine, it’s ‘alive’.”

“The Winter Chest is powered by the ‘Silent Core’.” The old man shakily raised the copper bell, but there was no sound inside. “It absorbs sound and converts it into absolute zero energy. Once activated, the entire city will be frozen in a silent layer of ice… not even a heartbeat can be heard.”

Xiao Yin suddenly whistled, and a high-frequency sound wave shot into the night sky—

The sound waves vanished the instant they touched the edge of the crescent moon, as if swallowed up, without even causing a ripple.

“It’s no use…” she said, her face pale. “It… is eating the sound.”

The gray child slammed down a drumbeat, but the drumhead only made a dull "plop" sound, as if it were wrapped in cotton wool.

"Even the drums aren't beating?" He stared wide-eyed. "This awful weather, has it frozen the sound?"

Su Ting narrowed his eyes and slowly drew his sword. The blade trembled slightly, but did not emit the usual hum.

"Mute?" he sneered. "Looks like we'll have to use another method."

He suddenly slashed the ground with his sword!

The blade sliced ​​through the cement, the cracks spreading for several meters—yet it remained silent.

“It’s not the knife that’s the problem,” he said in a low voice. “It’s that this world… is losing the right to ‘make a sound’.”

Xiaoman looked up, her gaze piercing through the night sky and landing on the frozen female body.

She suddenly spoke, her voice as soft as a whisper:

"She is not a machine...she is the first singer."

Everyone was shocked.

“My mother wrote in her diary… ‘When the sounds of spring ring out, the guardian of winter will awaken.’” Xiaoman pressed her palm to her chest, a faint blue light flashing. “She said, winter is not the enemy… it’s just a sleeping sister.”

Chapter 1399 The Obsession with Revenge

“So the Winter’s Chest doesn’t contain weapons,” the old man said, his voice trembling. “It contains the ‘Winter’s Voice’—humanity’s first silent song.”

"Silence...is also a song?" Duoduo was stunned.

“Of course.” Xiaoman chuckled. “Just as darkness gives birth to light, silence is what makes sound meaningful.”

Su Ting frowned: "But now it wants to destroy all sound."

“No.” Xiaoman shook her head. “It’s just… in too much pain. It’s been sealed for too long, and it’s turned into an obsession with revenge.”

She suddenly stepped forward.

"Where are you going?!" Su Ting grabbed her wrist.

“Go pick her up and take her home.” Xiaoman turned around, her eyes clear. “Brother has been found, and Mom’s song is playing again… Sister, it’s time to wake up too.”

"You're insane!" the old man roared. "The silence field of the Winter's Chest will devour your vocal core! Once you go in, you'll never come out again!"

"Then I'll let my voice... be the first one it eats." Xiaoman gently withdrew her hand, "and then sing inside its belly."

The wind chimes rang again.

That unfamiliar voice echoed softly:

"You finally... understood."

Everyone followed the sound and went out——

A small, thin figure stood at the edge of the well.

She was a child, dressed in a tattered white dress, barefoot, with hair as white as snow. In her hand she carried a small glass wind chime, but the chime had no clapper, it was empty.

"Who are you?!" Su Ting stood in front of Xiao Man, his sword held high.

The girl tilted her head and smiled: "I am 'Echo,' the last syllable forgotten by everyone."

She lifted the wind chime and swayed it gently—

Still no sound.

But Xiaoman suddenly covered her ears and let out a muffled groan.

"Did you hear that?" The girl tilted her head.

Xiaoman nodded, her face pale: "I heard... countless people screaming... frozen... calling for help... they're in the ice... still singing..."

“Those are the ‘Hibernators’,” the girl said softly. “Three hundred years ago, the first rebels. They refused to be silenced, so they were sealed in ice, never to make a sound again.”

She looked at Xiaoman: "You want to save them?"

"think."

"Then you have to die once first."

"What do you mean?"

The girl slowly raised her hand and pointed to her own chest: "To enter the Silent Core, you must first 'become silent'."

"Take away my voice?"

“No.” The girl shook her head. “Relinquish your obsession with ‘The Voice of Spring.’ Only when you are no longer fixated on ‘singing’ can you hear ‘listening’.”

Xiaoman (the beginning of spring) was silent.

Su Ting stepped forward abruptly: "Don't listen to her nonsense! She might have been sent by the system!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" The girl smiled gently and suddenly opened her mouth.