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

But at that very moment—

From the depths of the Silent Tower, a clear "ding" sounded, as if someone was responding.

Then, the second tone.

The third sound.

Countless sounds.

It was like millions of sound fragments vibrating in sync.

Xiao Yin's terminal suddenly lit up automatically, and the signal flickered wildly:

[Fluctuation of the main sound source detected.]

[Response frequency matching rate: 97.3%]

[Generating reverse wake-up protocol...]

"It works!" Xiaoyin shouted. "Keep going! Duoduo, keep singing!"

With tears in her eyes, Duoduo raised her voice:

"Happy birthday to you……"

He suddenly grabbed an iron pipe and started banging out a rhythm.

The gray child joined in with a low growl.

Su Ting inserted the vibrating blade into the ground, causing the blade to resonate, creating a low-pitched bass effect.

Chapter 1386 The Buried Trumpet

Su Ting raised the tuning fork and struck it repeatedly to maintain a stable frequency.

Teacher Lin leaned against the wall, her lips moving slightly, as if she were singing a silent chorus.

The singing grew louder and more genuine.

finally--

"boom!!"

A beam of blue light shot up from the base of the tower, tearing through the clouds.

From the ruins of the Silent Tower, a slender figure slowly rose—Xiaoman, surrounded by countless fragments of sound debris, hovering in mid-air. Her eyes were closed, tears streamed down her face, yet a smile played on her lips.

"Xiaoman!!" Duoduo cried out as she rushed over.

But just as she was about to touch her, Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes no longer held the simple joy of Xiaoman.

Rather, it is—a convergence of countless voices, an overlap of countless memories.

She spoke, but her voice was like a whisper in the wind:

"I heard...all the songs."

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the air.

In an instant, the ground of the entire ruined city began to shake.

All the buried speakers, headphones, and sound debris broke through the soil and floated in the air, forming a huge sound wave array.

She snorted slightly.

It was a melody that no one had ever heard before.

Gentle, firm, and carrying the scent of spring.

The sound waves spread, reaching everywhere—

The banned radio station automatically turned on and played songs banned from thirty years ago;

Amidst the ruins of the collapsed concert hall, the piano began to play its own overture;

Even in the most remote slums, the first cries of babies could be heard from the windowsills.

Su Ting looked up at her, his voice trembling:

“She is not Xiaoman…she is the ‘Voice of Spring’ itself.”

Su Ting stepped forward, looking directly into those eyes that held the stars.

“Xiaoman,” he said in a low voice, “if you’re still inside, answer me.”

The wind stopped.

All sounds fell silent.

She looked down at him.

Then, she smiled gently.

"Su Ting," she called his name, her voice finally clear, "Is the knife clean?"

Su Ting's eyes welled up with tears, and he grinned sharply: "It's been rusted to the bone for ages. I'll fix it for you when you get back."

She floated down and fell into his arms.

The crowd gathered around, laughing and crying at the same time.

Su Ting silently put away the tuning fork and asked in a low voice, "What's next?"

Xiaoman leaned on Su Ting's shoulder, gazing at the rising sun in the distance.

"Next?" she whispered, "We'll go find—the—recover—the—remaining—voices."

She suddenly looked up, gazing at a certain point in the sky, her expression changing drastically.

"Wait...what is that?"

Everyone looked up.

High in the sky, a black sonic crack slowly opened, as if a wound had been ripped open in the sky.

From within came a distant, chilling hum—

"...Autumn...Solemn..."

The voice cracked, his expression changing: "This tune... it sounds like a 'death song'?"

The gray child swallowed hard: "Didn't they say... once the 'Voice of Spring' awakens, the other seasons should fall asleep?"

Xiaoman slowly straightened up, her voice turning cold:

"It seems... they were prepared long ago."

She looked at the crowd and spoke, word by word:

"Next up is the 'Autumn Execution Team'."

"The Autumn Execution Team?" Su Ting looked up abruptly, gripping the hilt of his knife even tighter. "Aren't those the remnants of the gang that were wiped out by the system twenty years ago? Legend has it that they used sonic waves to slit throats, and even the sound of crying would freeze wherever they went!"

Su Ting sneered, pulling another tuning fork from under his cloak, this time gleaming with a rusty, dark red: "Legend? They didn't die, they just hid in the 'Silent Abyss.' They survive by devouring the voices of others—for every person they kill, they can sing one more song."

Chapter 1387: The Opening of the Sound Horizon

Xiao Yin quickly brought up the terminal projector, her fingertip tracing a spectrum: "The frequency of that crack just now... it's not a natural phenomenon. It's a man-made acoustic fault, and the energy source is—the 'Sound Tomb' in the east of the city!"

"The Sound Tomb?" Duoduo's voice trembled. "That's where failed sound remains are buried...it's full of dead sounds!"

“They’re resurrected right there.” Xiaoman slowly raised her hand, a pale blue ripple spreading from her fingertips. “I can feel it… they’re summoning the initial sound core of ‘Autumn’s Sternness.’ Once it’s complete, the sound of the entire city will be drained and turned into their nourishment.”

The gray child licked his chapped lips: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's blow it up!"

“It’s not that simple.” Su Ting shook his head. “There’s an ‘Echoing Cage’ on the third underground level of the Sound Tomb, where the last Autumn Singer who voluntarily went into slumber is trapped. They want to awaken him—using the frequency of Xiaoman as the key.”

Su Ting sneered: "So these bastards are after Xiaoman?"

“It’s not just her,” Xiaoman said in a low voice. “What they want is the complete cycle of the ‘four seasons’. Spring awakens, autumn kills, winter buries, summer brings life. Once the four elements are in their proper places, the sound and body system will no longer be a tool, but… a god.”

He slammed his fist on the metal pipe, his voice cracking: "So he wants to act like he's the boss? I'll gag him first!"

"How many can you block?" Su Ting glanced at them coldly. "The Autumn Punishment Team isn't just one person; it's an entire set of 'rules of ruthlessness.' Their songs aren't sung for people; they're sung for the 'rules'—once they start, even the air turns into knives."

Silence fell once again.

In the distance, the black mark was still slowly expanding, like a silent, grinning mouth.

Xiaoman suddenly turned around and looked directly at Teacher Lin: "Teacher...did you seal a backup of the 'Autumn Sound Core' back then?"

Teacher Lin raised her hand tremblingly and slowly drew a symbol in the air—a musical note wrapped in chains.

Xiao Yin immediately translated: "Yes! And...not just one! Back then, you broke the main core into seven segments and sealed them separately in the 'Seven Hells of Sound'!"

"But now..." Duoduo's eyes widened, "The Sound Tomb is the Seventh Hell!"

“So they chose that place.” Xiaoman closed her eyes. “They knew I was awakening, and they also knew that the Seven Hells would loosen their seal due to the resonance of ‘Spring Sound’… It’s a trap.”

Su Ting hoisted the vibrating knife onto his shoulder, grinned, and said, "What are we waiting for? First come, first served! Find that broken core and grind it into powder!"

“No.” Su Ting interrupted in a deep voice, “The seal of the Seven Hells is the ‘Oath of Voice,’ which can only be opened or destroyed by a ‘Singer’ using their own voice. Anyone else touching it is committing suicide.”