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

“But…” the operator said, trembling, “the swarm has failed. The sound wave frequency… matches the 'pronucleus' by 98%. They… have been assimilated.”

The commander stood up abruptly, gripping the microphone tightly: "Contact IX headquarters! Tell them—'The Voice of Light' has been revived. We need... 'The Sweeper'."

Just now.

At the northernmost tip of the city, beneath the dome of an abandoned theater.

Su Ting and the other three stood in the center of the stage.

The audience was completely empty.

But in the air, countless tiny vibrations were converging, like millions of butterflies flapping their wings.

Xiaoman closed her eyes and sensed: "It's here... All the awakened voices are converging here. This was the first concert hall to be sealed off... and also the first resonance point of the 'protocore'."

Chapter 1416 Then let's not wait anymore

Duoduo stared at her watch: "The energy level is soaring... Just one more collective resonance will activate the 'Original Sound Matrix'—at that time, the entire city's sound network will be reversed, transforming from a surveillance system into... our radio station."

The gray-haired boy grinned: "Then let's not wait."

He leaped onto the stage, raised his mallets high, and roared:

"Come on—!!! Anyone who doesn't want to shut up—speak up!!!"

In an instant.

Outside the theater, one, two, ten, and a hundred beams of light illuminated the space.

Someone was holding a flashlight.

Someone turned on their phone flashlight.

Someone lit a lighter.

And at the same time, they sang the same line:

"The star falling into the sea is a household name, and it will never be silent again."

The sound waves crashed against the theater's dome!

Su Ting stood in the center of the stage and slowly closed his eyes.

He had somehow acquired a brand new guitar in his hand.

The body of the instrument is jet black, and the strings are like silver threads.

It was recast from fragments of the lighthouse's copper pipes and sound core.

"The Dull String".

He lightly flicked his fingers.

"Ding--"

First word.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of sounds converged and flowed into his instrument.

His body trembled slightly, as if he were enduring the shouts of the entire city.

Xiaoman opened her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "Su Ting...you've become a 'humanoid voice core'?"

Su Ting remained silent.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense.

With a sudden sweep of his finger—

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion, a sound unlike anything from this world!

The theater's dome exploded with a deafening roar! Debris rained down!

The sound wave transformed into a tangible shockwave, sweeping across the entire city!

All the surveillance cameras simultaneously emitted sparks.

All the cleaning devices had their internal wiring completely melted.

A crack appeared in the clouds above the city.

The moonlight shines down.

Su Ting stood on the ruins, his guitar held across his chest.

He spoke softly, yet everyone could hear him:

"Now—it's our turn to speak out."

Xiaoman walked to his side, gazing at the city ablaze with lights, and suddenly asked softly:

"What would you like to sing next?"

Su Ting did not answer immediately.

He simply raised the guitar slowly, his fingertips gliding lightly across the "dull strings," as if probing a door that had slumbered for a thousand years. The guitar vibrated slightly, emitting a low hum, as if responding to an echo that had not yet faded somewhere in the city.

Xiaoman looked at his profile; the moonlight outlined his taut jawline. She suddenly noticed a faint golden ripple deep within the pupil of his left eye—like the trace of a sound wave spreading.

“Your eyes…” she instinctively reached out.

Su Ting turned her head away, her voice hoarse: "Don't touch me. I'm not 'me' anymore."

"What do you mean?" Gray Boy strode forward, drumming an uneasy rhythm on his palm. "Don't you dare play the deep thinker now! We just blew up half the surveillance network, and now the entire city's purifiers are probably rushing here! If something suddenly happens to you—"

“I’m not the problem.” Su Ting finally turned around and looked directly at the three of them. “I was… chosen by 'her'.”

"Her?" Duoduo frowned. "The old lady? But she's already—"

“She didn’t disappear.” Su Ting raised his left hand, palm up, the fragment of the sound core floating in mid-air, glowing with a ghostly blue light. “Her consciousness didn’t die in the lighthouse, it was… merged into the frequency of the ‘primordial core.’ Now, there is her echo in this guitar. And I am the only living resonator that can bear this frequency.”

Xiaoman suddenly took a half step back: "You mean... what you're hearing now is her?"

Chapter 1417 The Silent Shackles

Su Ting closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

When she opened her eyes again, the golden pattern had spread to the entire iris.

He spoke, but his voice changed—deep, gentle, with a hint of hoarse laughter, completely unlike his own.

"Xiaoman, do you still remember the first song you heard on the street corner when you were five years old?"

Xiaoman shuddered, her pupils shrinking sharply.

That was...that was her mother's voice.

"You...you're not Su Ting!" She took a step back, her voice echoing intensely in her palm. "Who are you?!"

"Who I am is unimportant." The voice, though seemingly rising from the depths of the earth, came from Su Ting's mouth. "What matters is what you're about to do. The 'Deep Sleep Protocol' is merely the first lock; the true 'Silent Shackles' lie three hundred meters beneath the city center—in the 'Sound Core Graveyard.' Buried there are one hundred thousand 'Silent Coffins,' each containing a singer whose vocal cords have been severed."

The gray-haired child's face turned pale: "You...you want us to go to the graveyard? That place is a forbidden zone! Even the cleaners don't dare to go in easily!"

"It is precisely because they dare not that the truth lies there," the voice said calmly. "Twenty years ago, when the first 'voice of freedom' rang out, they killed three thousand seven hundred people, extracted their voices, and sealed them into the 'primordial core,' thus bringing twenty years of silence. Now, the primordial core is beginning to backfire, and the silent coffins are awakening one after another... If you do not awaken them, they will crawl out on their own—with resentment, not hope."

Duoduo gritted her teeth: "So what's your plan? To make us 'saviors'? Or cannon fodder?"

“None of those.” Su Ting—or rather, the voice—slowly raised his hand, pointing to the black tower in the very center of the city. “My plan is to make all the stolen voices sing that unfinished song again. And what you have to do is escort him—”

He pointed to himself.

"— Reach the bottom of the tower and insert the 'Silence String' into the heart of the 'Sound Core Graveyard'."

Xiaoman suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his collar: "Then what are you now? A vessel? A puppet? Or... are you already dead?"

Su Ting's lips slowly curved upwards, revealing a very faint smile.

That smile didn't belong to him, nor to that voice.

Rather... something much older.

“Me?” he said softly. “I’m the line after the chorus.”

Before the words were even finished, the sky suddenly changed color.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a silver-white aircraft pierced the night sky, its tail painted with the crimson Roman numeral IX.

Then, a second, a third... a total of nine planes, forming a ring around the theater ruins.

The fuselage opened, and a dense swarm of mechanical bees poured down, each one gleaming coldly, their flapping wings sounding like blades scraping against eardrums.

"Silent swarm... upgraded version." Duoduo looked up, her wristwatch alarming frantically, "They've locked onto us! They'll activate sonic confinement in three seconds!"

The gray-haired boy roared, slamming his mallets on the ground: "I haven't finished singing yet! Who the hell dares to cover my ears?!"

He swung the drum and slammed it hard into the ground!

"Boom——!!!"

With a single drumbeat, the swarm of bees that had been attacking was forced back three feet!

Xiaoman quickly retreated, raising her voice high: "Su Ting! How much resonance can you withstand right now?!"