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

However, it did not hit the ground.

Instead, it was as if it were being held up by an invisible hand, slowly falling towards a vast, empty ruin.

"boom!"

Amidst the swirling dust and the distorting metallic sounds, the horn emitted its final crackling electrical blast.

Then--

Footsteps.

A small, staggering figure crawled out from the bottom of the tower. His face was covered in dust, he wore a tattered school uniform, and a black bandage was wrapped around his neck, but his eyes shone like stars.

Duoduo was the first to rush up and hug her tightly: "You can sing! You really can sing!"

The little girl stared at her blankly, then suddenly burst into tears: "I thought... no one would ever listen to me sing again..."

Su Ting walked over, squatted down, and gently pulled off the restraint band around her neck.

“Now we have them,” he said. “And more than one.”

Xiao Yin quickly stepped forward, staring at the terminal screen, and suddenly paused: "Wait... this frequency... it's not random. The song she just sang... triggered something."

"What do you mean?" Su Ting frowned.

“87.6MHz…that’s the ‘heartbeat frequency’ of the Old City Broadcasting Network.” Xiao Yin’s voice trembled. “Back then, before ‘Silent Day,’ all the radio stations would play a song simultaneously at midnight—‘The Sound of Spring.’ That wasn’t music…that was the activation key for Agora.”

Su Ting's pupils contracted: "You mean..."

“She is the key.” Xiao Yin stared at the little girl, her voice so low it was almost inaudible. “She didn’t restart the radio station by accident… she was chosen by the ‘voice’.”

The little girl looked up with tearful eyes and asked softly, "Can...can I still sing?"

Su Ting laughed, stood up, and opened his arms: "You can sing it as many times as you want. But—" He looked into the distance, where the outlines of several silent towers stood in the twilight on the horizon, like the skeletons of giant beasts, "The next song has to be a bit louder."

"Because we want to make the whole city—"

"You all heard that!"

The little girl wiped away her tears, stood up straight, and spoke softly:

"Outside the long pavilion—"

Duoduo immediately continued: "Beside the ancient road—"

Su Ting closed his eyes, his fingers lightly caressing the piano keys, and a deep voice joined in:

"The fragrant grass stretches to the horizon..."

Xiao Yin looked at the wildly fluctuating sonic waveform on the terminal, suddenly smiled, picked up the vibrating blade, and gently tapped the metal tube—

Ding.

Like the tolling of a bell.

Amidst the ruins, three voices intertwined and rose, carried by the wind, crashing into the sky.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, in the control room of a silent tower, the monitoring screen suddenly flickered.

A red dot spreads from the center of the ruins, transforming into ripples of sound waves.

A cold, mechanical voice rang out:

"Large-scale abnormal sound source detected... Level: 'Recovery'."

"Activate emergency protocol - 'Operation Suppression,' objective: elimination."

In the darkness, countless full-face helmets slowly rose.

A hoarse voice whispered:

"They...started singing."

Someone chuckled: "Then—let them sing the last song."

Chapter 1370 Banned for Ten Years

"They...started singing."

Someone chuckled: "Then—let them sing the last song."

As the words fell, the lights in the control room suddenly turned blood red, and a city outline slowly appeared on the giant projection on the wall—the old city, like a sleeping behemoth lying on the wasteland. Countless silent towers, like steel nails, pierced the earth, sealing off every inch of space where sound could possibly escape.

At this moment, in the center of the map, a faint yet clear sound wave is vibrating continuously, like a heart beating anew.

“87.6MHz…” a Qingyin Guard read the frequency in a low voice, his pupils under his helmet suddenly contracting. “Impossible… that frequency has been blocked for ten years.”

“But she sang.” Another person stared at the monitor screen. The moment the tower collapsed, the image of two children standing in the ruins holding hands and singing was frozen in time. “A child whose voice was silenced, leading another deaf-mute child… completed ‘harmony and resonance’.”

"The Agora key has been activated." The commander in front of the console slowly stood up, his finger tracing the data stream jumping on the screen. "This is not accidental. This is the first Level 3 response to the 'Awakener' phenomenon. Immediately mobilize three suppression teams to blockade the area from D-7 to G-12 and cut off all civilian frequency relays."

"Yes!" Several mechanical responses rang out in unison.

Meanwhile, on the ruins, the wind whipped up dust, but the singing never stopped.

"...At the ends of the earth, my close friends have mostly passed away..."

Su Ting's voice was deep and firm, like a dull knife cutting through the silence. Duo Duo held the little girl's hand tightly, the two standing in a row, like the most innocent yet fearless choir on a stage. Xiao Yin squatted beside the terminal, her fingertips flying, amplifying and reflecting the remaining broadcast signal, like using shards of glass to refract sunlight and ignite a spark.

“Sister…” the little girl suddenly spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, “My name is Xiaoman… I used to be… the lead singer in the choir.”

"I know." Duoduo nodded vigorously, her eyes shining like stars. "Your voice is so bright, like a bell! My brother and I have heard it so many times, even in our dreams!"

Xiaoman paused, then her nose tingled with emotion: "Really? But Qingyinwei said... people like me who 'over-voice' only disrupt order and should be silenced... 'purified'."

"Bullshit." Su Ting interrupted with a cold laugh, pulling the piece of piano key from his waist and gently plucking it. A short but sharp sound blade cut through the air. "Who told you that sound is destruction? Sound is memory, signal, evidence of being alive. You heard me right, you're not a monster—you're a messenger."

Xiaoman opened her eyes wide and stared at him.

“They’re not afraid of your singing.” Su Ting turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife. “What they’re afraid of is—someone hearing it.”

Xiao Yin suddenly looked up sharply: "They're here! Three 'Silent Bees' are approaching, at an altitude of 300 meters, with a speed of 70 knots, and carrying low-frequency suppressors!"

"Finally showing their face?" Su Ting grinned, inserting the piano key fragment into the resonance slot of the vibrating knife. "I thought they were planning to play dead forever."

"But...we have no anti-aircraft firepower!" Xiaoyin frantically searched her terminal. "The remaining energy is only enough to maintain the broadcast for five minutes, and we can't even launch flares!"

“No need.” Su Ting raised his hand, holding the vibrating blade high. “We have more powerful weapons.”

He looked at the two children: "Xiaoman, Duoduo—you were just singing 'Farewell,' right?"

Chapter 1371 We are at war

"Yes!" Duoduo nodded vigorously. "My sister taught me this song. She said it can bring lost people back to their senses."

"Very good." Su Ting closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Now, I want you to sing a song—a song that can help those who are lost to stand up."

Xiaoman hesitated: "What song?"

Su Ting opened his eyes, a near-arrogant smile playing on his lips: "Dawn."

Xiao Yin's eyes widened suddenly: "Are you crazy! That's a forbidden song from the old-fashioned 'Awakening Movement'! The entire song's fundamental frequency was designed to induce resonance and collapse! A single broadcast would cause fatigue in metal structures within a three-kilometer radius!"

“That’s why I want it.” Su Ting slammed the vibrating blade into the ground, the sound waves spreading along the crack. “Let them know—we’re not trying to survive. We’re waging war.”

He crouched down to be at eye level with the two children: "Xiaoman, you lead the singing. Duoduo, you add the harmony in the second measure. Remember—don't suppress it, don't be afraid, the louder we sing, the closer we get to freedom."

Duoduo nodded vigorously: "I'll shout loud enough for Mom to hear!"

Xiaoman looked at him, tears welling in her eyes, and finally spoke softly, her first words like a tender sprout in the wind, weak yet unyielding:

"The iron gate is rusted, and the chains are broken..."

Su Ting flicked his finger, and the vibrating blade responded with a hum, the sound waves spreading out like ripples.

In the second line, Duoduo joins in, her voice youthful yet full of strength:

"Starlight falls, awakening the ruins..."

Xiao Yin abruptly connected the terminal to the old cable network in the ruins, her fingers flying across the keyboard: "I've found an underground audio trunk line! If we can inject sound waves into the main network... the loudspeakers throughout the entire abandoned city will be blaring!"

"Then—" Su Ting stood up, his voice booming, "let the whole city hear it!"

"Dawn will eventually break!!!"

The three voices suddenly merged!

"boom--!!!"

The sound waves surged forth like a tsunami, propagating wildly through underground cables, the steel frame of the broken towers, and the severed power lines. Within a five-kilometer radius, all the remaining loudspeakers suddenly vibrated and crackled, then simultaneously burst forth with that war song that had been imprisoned for ten years!

In the distance, three "Silent Bees"—black unmanned suppressors—were flying low, with low-frequency suppressors rotating beneath their fuselages, capable of instantly disintegrating sound wave structures.

But the sound waves arrived just as they entered the three-kilometer range.

“Buzz—Crack!”

The shell of a Silent Bee suddenly trembled violently, sparks flew from the metal seams, and then it spun out of control and crashed into a dilapidated building!

"The second one is experiencing structural resonance!" Xiao Yin shouted. "The energy feedback loop has been activated in reverse by the singing!"

"Again!" Su Ting laughed, his fingers flicking rapidly, the vibrating blade releasing a series of high-frequency pulses that precisely embedded themselves into the rhythmic gaps of the song. "Let them taste—the feeling of being killed by their own weapon!"

"We are the sparks in the ashes—!!" Xiaoman's voice suddenly rose, clear as a sharp blade piercing the night.