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

No sound.

But in everyone's minds, a torrent of emotions exploded—

It was the sound of countless people singing together, expressing sadness, anger, longing, love...

"This is... the erased voice?" Xiaoyin knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. "They... kept singing... but no one heard them..."

The girl fell silent, and the wind chimes swayed gently.

“The Winter’s Chest is not an enemy,” she repeated. “It is a grave, and a cradle.”

Xiaoman took a deep breath and suddenly smiled.

"I understand."

She turned to Su Ting and reached out to touch his face: "If I go in... remember to come find me."

"Nonsense." He gritted his teeth. "I'll cut the moon to pieces to drag you out."

She then looked at Duoduo, Xiaoyin, the gray child, and the old man.

"Wait for me to come back... Together, we'll awaken all the frozen voices."

Then, she turned and walked towards the silvery crescent moon.

Chapter 1400 Self-Detaching

With each step she took, her figure faded a little further.

Blue light slowly emanated from her body, rising like fireflies and drifting into the night sky.

"She's...self-detaching?" Duoduo asked, trembling.

“No,” the old man whispered, “she is sacrificing the name of the singer in exchange for the qualification of the listener.”

As Xiaoman stepped onto the last step, her voice completely disappeared.

She stood in the moonlight, her mouth agape, but no more songs came out.

But her eyes were surprisingly bright.

She looked up at the frozen female body—

Suddenly, he smiled.

Then, she opened her arms as if embracing a lover and walked toward the beating black box.

"No—!" Su Ting roared and rushed forward.

But an invisible barrier repelled him.

Xiaoman's figure slowly merged into the black box.

moment--

The entire city fell into absolute silence.

Even the wind has stopped.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Sudden--

The black box jolted violently!

A very thin blue line split open from the center of the box.

Then came the second course, the third course...

"Kaka...kaka..."

It sounded like the faint cracking of ice.

Then--

A very soft humming came from the black box.

That's not Xiaoman's voice.

It belonged to another woman, aged and weary, yet as gentle as the earth at its first thaw.

"...The wind has stopped...the snow has melted...child...have you come to take me away?"

The black box exploded!

Silvery-white light poured down like a tide, sprinkling every corner of the city.

The ice fell from the sky and shattered into millions of pieces of light and dust.

The frozen figures slowly emerged—

Their mouths were open, but no sound came out; however, their expressions were those of laughter.

is crying.

It is calling.

Xiaoman's figure emerged from the light.

She remained silent.

But she raised her hand and made a gentle swipe—

Suddenly, Su Ting heard her voice:

“I heard it…all of you.”

His eyes reddened: "You fucking...you always act tough all by yourself!"

Xiaoman smiled and pointed to the sky.

The silvery crescent moon is slowly cracking open.

Inside was a transparent container the size of a planet, in which countless sleeping figures floated, their lips sealed with ice needles, their chests rising and falling with their faint breaths.

And in the very center—

A woman with a face similar to Xiaoman slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her hand and gently touched the side of the container.

A silent ripple spread out.

The entire city, all its glass, ice crystals, and metal, trembled simultaneously.

It was as if the world was waiting for the first new voice.

Su Ting gripped his knife tightly, looked up, and roared:

"Then let me do it!"

He slashed his sword towards the sky!

This time——

The sound of swords clashing was like thunder!

It pierced the silence and resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

The woman's lips curled slightly as she gazed at Xiaoman through the void.

She parted her lips slightly and said silently:

"Little sister...it's your turn."

Xiaoman turned her head, looked at Su Ting, and extended her hand.

He grasped it.

She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his shoulder.

Then--

In the hearts of millions, a voice resounded simultaneously:

"Would you like to hear me sing?"

"Would you like to hear me sing?"

Su Ting was startled, and the blade stopped in mid-air.

The sound didn't come from her ears—it surfaced directly in her heart, like a warm breeze penetrating her frozen lungs. It wasn't Xiaoman's current voice, but the sound of her humming a song on the ruins when she was a child, soft, gentle, and a little off-key.

"You...can you speak?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Xiaoman didn't open her eyes, still leaning on his shoulder. Her lips didn't move, but the voice rang out again, gently washing over everyone's consciousness:

“I didn’t ‘speak,’ I ‘listened.’ Now, I can hear all the swallowed sounds… and I can bring them back.”

Chapter 1401 Underground Radio Station