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

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the monument.

A pale hand reached out from inside.

"Mom...?" Xiaoman exclaimed in disbelief.

With a gentle grab, the hand lifted the entire stone tablet, as if pushing open a door.

A woman stood amidst the ruins, her silver hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes gentle as the moon.

She had no vocal core, her chest was empty—yet when she opened her mouth, the melody of the world automatically made way for her.

She said softly:

"Xiaoman, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiaoman fell from the sky, staggered a few steps forward, and rushed forward to embrace the figure that should have long since turned to dust.

"Mom...it really is you...you're back..."

“I’ve always been here.” The woman stroked her hair. “It’s just that you were all too afraid to hear me before.”

In the distance, Su Ting stopped playing the zither and watched this scene in shock.

"She...she's dead, isn't she? The pronuclear records show that the first generation of voice donors completely disappeared thirty years ago..."

"Dissipate?" Granny Lin sneered. "Foolish child, do you think 'voice offering' is death? It's fusion! Their voices are taken away not to be annihilated, but to nourish the 'memory' of this world! They have always lived in the deepest part of the primordial core, like seeds, waiting for someone to awaken them."

Duoduo's eyes widened: "So... all the singers who disappeared..."

“They’re all still alive,” the gray child said in a low voice, his expression unusually serious. “As long as there are people singing, they can come back.”

Xiaoman looked up, her eyes filled with tears yet also with a smile: "Mom, I want to show you this world... it has changed."

The woman smiled and nodded, then suddenly looked at Su Ting and the other two.

“You’ve done a great job,” she said, “but there’s still one thing left to do.”

"What?" Duoduo asked.

Chapter 1429 The Black Tower

The woman pointed to the sky—there, the black tower that the white-robed man had called the "core center" still stood, teetering on the brink of collapse, but not yet crumbling.

“The true source of silence is still there,” she said. “It is not the man in the white robe, not the chains, not the door… but the ‘Monument of Original Sin’.”

"The Monument of Original Sin?" Xiaoman frowned.

“The place where all the ‘No Singing’ laws are engraved.” The mother’s voice turned cold. “Three hundred years ago, on the day the first singers had their throats cut off, their blood soaked that stone. Since then, it has become a sacred object for suppressing sound.”

Su Ting gritted his teeth: "In other words, as long as that stele is still there, there will always be a new 'Qingdao Master'."

“That’s right.” The mother nodded. “And the only thing that can destroy it… is the ‘Nameless Song’.”

"The Nameless Song?" The gray-haired boy scratched his head. "What? A song without a name? How are we supposed to sing that?"

“It has no words, no melody, no author.” Xiaoman suddenly understood. “It is the resonance of all forgotten songs… the fusion of those cries, whispers, sighs… that never had a chance to be heard.”

“Yes,” her mother said softly, “it can only be sung by the ‘listener.’ You, Xiaoman, are the last person to hear the silence.”

Xiaoman paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"I know what it looks like now."

She turned to face her companions and reached out her hands.

Su Ting smiled and slung the zither behind his back.

Duoduo wiped away her tears and straightened her back.

The gray boy slammed his hand on the drum: "Come on! This is the song I've been waiting for!"

The three of them surrounded Xiaoman, holding hands.

The mother took a step back and said softly:

"let's start."

Xiaoman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

But in that very instant—

Thousands of faint chants rose from the depths of the earth, from the wind, from the water, and from the trembling of every leaf.

Those are countless unrecorded songs, the murmurs of a mother lulling her child to sleep, the whispers of lovers parting, the last lines of poetry a soldier utters before his death…

They converged into an invisible torrent, surging into the core of Xiaoman.

She finally sang the first note.

At first, it was extremely light, like a dewdrop sliding down.

Then, it grew stronger and stronger, like a surging river.

The light bridge trembled, the sky cracked, and the black tower in the distance began to collapse.

At the top of the tower, a blurry figure quietly emerged—clothed in a black robe, his face hidden under a hood, holding a pitch-black stone tablet in his hand.

He spoke in a low voice, his tone like the collective curse of a million people:

"You think... the silence will end here?"

“I am the eternal Lord of the Pure Way.”

The black-robed man's voice, as cold as ice, pierced to the bone, echoing in the collapsing sky. The pitch-black stone tablet floated in his palm, its surface covered with countless distorted human faces, as if silently howling.

"Xiaoman!" Su Ting suddenly looked up, his fingers pressing tightly on the strings. "That thing... is absorbing sound!"

Xiaoman didn't open her eyes; her singing continued, but blood was seeping from her forehead. She could feel the "Original Sin Monument" devouring her sonic waves, like a giant beast that had been starving for a thousand years, greedily sucking up every glimmer of hope.

"Don't stop!" The gray boy slammed his fist on the drum, the sound so loud it seemed to explode. "He wants to steal your voice! Let him hear it all he wants! I refuse to believe it today—make it ring again!!"

Chapter 1430 Dark Red Blood Gushes Out

The war drums roared like thunder, and the sound waves crashed into the man in black robes, causing him to sway.

"Heh..." The man in black robes sneered, slowly raising his hand. "You think 'Lord of the Pure Way' is just a title? A name?"

He tore open his black robe, revealing his chest—where there was no heart, only a constantly beating black stone tablet, covered with forbidden words, from which dark red blood seeped.

“I am part of the monument. Three hundred years ago, I volunteered to become its first sacrificial stone. My name has long been erased, but my will… lives on.”

Duoduo gritted her teeth, her voice trembling but firm: "So you're not human...you're the vessel chosen by 'Silence' itself?"

“Clever.” The man in black robes chuckled. “In every era, a ‘Lord of the Purification’ will be born. As long as you still fear the voice, as long as you still choose silence—I will return.”

"So what!" Duoduo roared, opening her mouth to sing. Her voice transformed into a golden stream of light, shooting straight at the monument. "Today, we fear no one! We will sing! We will sing for all those who dare not open their mouths!"

“Sing,” the man in black robes whispered. “No matter how loud you sing, you can’t fill the void of three hundred years. Your voices… will eventually be swallowed up.”

He raised his hands, and the Monument of Original Sin trembled violently, opening a crack like a giant maw that began to frantically draw in the surrounding sound waves.

One by one, the light bridges broke and fell into the void.

Su Ting's expression changed drastically: "No... our voices are being taken away!"

"No." Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils swirling with a blue and white light. "He can swallow musical notes, but he can't swallow memories."

She let go of her partner's hand and took a step forward.

"Mom," she said softly, "do you remember when I was five years old, the first time I sang to you?"

The woman paused for a moment, then smiled: "I remember. The tune was way off-key, but you insisted it was 'the sound of stars falling into water'."

Xiaoman smiled, tears streaming down her face: "Back then you said that singing wasn't just for sounding good, but to 'give a place for the words in your heart to live.'"

"I've always... remembered."

She slowly raised her hand, palm facing upwards.

“So now, I’m not going to sing a song,” she said softly, like the wind sweeping across a grassland, “but ten thousand voices.”

The earth suddenly came to a standstill.

Then--

A baby's cry escaped her lips.

Then came the soft laughter of a young girl, the sighs of an old man, the dying whispers of a soldier, the murmurs of a prisoner in the darkness, the lullabies of a mother soothing a child to sleep, and the unfinished words of lovers parting...

One after another, they flowed from her throat, as if her body had become the resonating chamber of millions of dead souls.

"What...what is this?" The gray child knelt on the ground, covering his ears, tears streaming down his face. "I heard it...my sister's last words before she died were 'Don't be afraid'...she clearly...clearly had her throat slit long ago..."

“Those are the echoes of the past.” Granny Lin’s voice trembled in the zither. “Xiaoman isn’t singing; she’s ‘listening.’ Hearing those sounds that should have disappeared, but stubbornly remain in the cracks of the world.”

Su Ting looked up at Xiao Man, her voice choked with emotion: "She turned 'silence' itself into a song."

The man in black robes finally showed a look of fear.

"Impossible... The Nameless Song... It's been lost to time! How could anyone have heard it!?"

“You’ve forgotten.” Xiaoman gazed at him quietly, her eyes reflecting his distorted face. “The deepest silence is never just being silent.”