Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

"Voice acting? No..."

He Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, then...

boom!

A vast and profound flow of information, like a sudden awakening, instantly flooded into He Yuanchao's mind!

Countless precise controls of the vocal organs, subtle resonances of airflow and vocal cords, ultimate imitation of timbre, tone, and volume, acoustic deception of spatial distance... all sorts of ineffable insights and instinctive experiences are deeply engraved in the depths of his consciousness like a brand!

In that instant, he felt his control over his voice had reached an unbelievable level!

Throat, tongue, nasal cavity, chest cavity, abdominal cavity... all the vocal organs seemed to be given a new life, becoming incredibly agile and precise! He could even clearly "perceive" the trajectory and attenuation of sound waves as they propagated through the air!

He Yuanchao subconsciously tried it.

"Coo coo...coo coo..."

Several lifelike owl calls, carrying the chill of the night dew, came from his mouth, deep and eerie, as if a real night owl was perched on the old locust tree outside the window.

Then, the voice abruptly changed, becoming Yi Zhonghai's affectedly authoritative, slightly pretentious voice: "Comrade He Yuanchao, your ideological awareness needs improvement! Neighbors should help and love each other..."

Then, she deliberately lowered her voice and switched back to Jia Zhangshi's sharp, sarcastic curses, like scraping the bottom of a broken gong: "You childless, black-hearted, rotten-lung beast! You will die a horrible death..." The voice was so similar, even the resentful and venomous aura was imitated perfectly!

Finally, the voice changed again, lowered but with a penetrating sharpness, imitating Sha Zhu's brute roar: "He Yuanchao! I'll fuck your grandpa!" The voice not only sounded similar, but also perfectly captured the reckless, blood-pumping savagery of Sha Zhu's roar!

Even more amazingly, with a slight thought, He Yuanchao imitated Sha Zhu's roar, which seemed to come from the direction of Yi Zhonghai's house in the Central Court, carrying a certain sense of distance and spatial diffusion, making it incredibly realistic!

"hiss……"

Even with He Yuanchao's resolute will, he couldn't help but gasp at this moment, his eyes bursting with wild joy!

Masterful beatboxing!

This ability... is simply outrageous!

It can mimic any sound perfectly!

It can also control the distance of the sound!

What does this mean? It means that he can transform into an "invisible voice" in the future, creating chaos, guiding public opinion, framing others, and even... scaring people at crucial moments!

If used properly, this ability is like a silent, deadly weapon! More insidious and deadly than fists or mousetraps!

"I'll go work as a ventriloquist under a pedestrian bridge; I could become a star just from that skill!"

He Yuanchao chuckled self-deprecatingly, but his excitement and confidence soared like never before. "With a system... it really is possible to do whatever you want!"

Both gains, one tangible and one intangible, are timely and beneficial.

Soda quenches thirst and is refreshing, lard fills the stomach and adds aroma, and oral skills... are the tools to stir up the wind and control the situation! He Yuanchao felt comfortable all over, the fatigue and tension of the day were swept away, and even his lower abdomen was a little bloated - that was a natural physiological reaction after relaxing.

"Tsk, you drank too much water..."

He Yuanchao muttered something to himself and got out of bed.

In such a good mood, even going to the toilet felt light and easy.

He opened the door quietly, without disturbing anyone.

The backyard was deathly silent, with only the moonlight spilling onto the blue brick floor.

He Yuanchao walked familiarly toward the simple open-air dry toilet in the corner of the courtyard.

Just as he finished dealing with the problem, fastened his belt, and was about to turn around and go back to his house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the door to Yi Zhonghai's house in the direction of the central courtyard, which had silently opened a crack!

A dark figure, like a ghost, cautiously squeezed out from the crack in the door, then quickly and deftly closed it behind him, the movements so practiced as if he had rehearsed them countless times.

Although the moonlight was cold, it was enough for He Yuanchao to see the man's figure clearly—it was Yi Zhonghai!

Why is this old man sneaking out so late? He Yuanchao's alarm bells went off, and he immediately slipped into the shadows of a nearby woodpile, holding his breath and fixing his sharp gaze on Yi Zhonghai's figure.

Instead of going to the front yard or the toilet, Yi Zhonghai tiptoed along the shadows of the wall like a mouse stealing oil, heading towards... the Jia family's house!

He Yuanchao raised an eyebrow.

Borrowing money? After such a tense situation during the day, and with Bang Geng's medical expenses still unpaid, is Yi Zhonghai planning to secretly deliver money under the cover of night? To win people's hearts?

Sure enough, Yi Zhonghai reached the broken window of the Jia family's house and, extremely carefully, tapped the window frame three times with his knuckles, the sound so soft it was almost inaudible.

After a few seconds, a slender, pale hand gently lifted a crack from the inside of the equally dilapidated curtain of the Jia family's door.

Qin Huairu's haggard, pale face, still wet with tears, was revealed. Under the moonlight, she looked particularly pitiful, yet also tinged with a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

Clearly, the injuries to the pheasant and the enormous medical bills were keeping her awake at all.

"An old man?"

Qin Huairu's voice was very low, with a heavy nasal tone and a sense of exhaustion.

"Shh!"

Yi Zhonghai put his index finger to his lips, looked around warily to make sure no one was around, then leaned closer to Qin Huairu and whispered, "Huairu, come with me to the cellar. We have something to say."

He pointed to the entrance to the cellar in the corner of the yard, which was half-buried underground and used for storing winter vegetables.

Qin Huairu was clearly taken aback, a hint of hesitation and wariness flashing in her eyes.

In the dead of night, a lone man and woman go to the cellar?

This got out... but Yi Zhonghai's eyes were filled with undeniable "concern" and "authority," and then he thought of his son lying in the hospital waiting for money to save his life...

Qin Huairu bit her lower lip, but finally nodded. She tiptoed out through the crack in the door and carefully closed the curtain.

Like thieves, the two moved swiftly towards the cellar, one in front of the other, using the shadows of the corners and clutter as cover. Their steps were as light as a cat's.

He Yuanchao, hiding behind the woodpile, saw the whole scene clearly.

"Oh……"

He silently grinned, revealing a cold and amused smile.

Delivering money in the middle of the night? And deliberately avoiding everyone, going to a dark, highly private cellar?

Yi Zhonghai, that old fox, really knows how to play his cards right!

Wanting to be a prostitute while also wanting to maintain a virtuous image!

He wanted to control Qin Huairu, making her grateful and devoted to him, but he didn't want others to know that the money came from him, Yi Zhonghai, or that the old lady would discover his secret stash of money!

Win both sides, cultivate good relationships, and avoid risks!

What a brilliant scheme! What a brilliant scheme!

What a pity... Man proposes, God disposes!

They couldn't possibly know what abilities He Yuanchao had just acquired!

Watching Yi Zhonghai carefully lift the heavy wooden lid of the cellar, let Qin Huairu go down first, and then he followed her in. He even left the lid slightly ajar, probably to prevent it from being too stuffy inside and to make it easier to hear what was happening outside.

He Yuanchao's eyes were sharp as knives, and his brain was working at lightning speed.

Creating an "accident scene"?

His gaze swept quickly across his surroundings.

Under the moonlight, next to the cellar entrance, there was a pile of thin, dry branches that Yan Bugui's family had chopped during the day, preparing to use as kindling.

One of them was about the thickness of a finger and a foot long, with one end forked.

That's it!

He Yuanchao moved silently like a cheetah, his movements as swift as a ghost.

He picked up the dead branch and walked to the entrance of the cellar.

From inside, Yi Zhonghai's voice, deliberately lowered but unable to conceal its "compassion" and "charity," could be faintly heard: "Huai Ru, take this money... fifty yuan... saving the soldier is the priority... don't make a fuss..."

He Yuanchao's sneer deepened.

He held his breath and precisely wedged the forked end of the twig into an inconspicuous gap between the bottom edge of the cellar lid and the edge of the cellar entrance bricks! The other end of the twig was cleverly pressed against a small protrusion on the inside of the lid.

This angle and force create a delicate lever fulcrum on the dead branch, so that the lid can withstand even the slightest downward pressure or vibration...

After doing all this, He Yuanchao quietly took a few steps back and hid in the shadow of the water tank.

He took a deep breath and activated his newly acquired [Master-level Ventriloquism] ability! Focusing his mind on his vocal cords, oral cavity, and nasal cavity, he precisely controlled his airflow, instantly changing his timbre!

"Old man! How could you have an affair with Qin Huairu?!"

A thunderous roar, carrying Sha Zhu's unique recklessness, anger, and disbelief, suddenly exploded in the quiet courtyard of the siheyuan!

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