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

“She’s still alive,” Su Ting said softly. “Her body is frozen, but her vocal core is intact. The original core dares not touch her—because she is the ‘first vocal donor,’ and her frequency is the anchor point of the entire system. Once she is completely destroyed, the entire silent system will collapse.”

"So they used her as a key...and as a hostage?" Duoduo gritted her teeth.

“Now, we are the key.” Su Ting looked at Xiao Man. “Your mother gave her voice in exchange for three days of speaking time, and you—you must use these three days of voice to end all of this.”

Xiaoman walked step by step to the edge of the crack, looking down at her mother's container.

She raised her hand and gently placed it on the cold glass.

Then she started singing.

It's not a lullaby.

It's a completely new song.

The melody is simple, yet it carries the power to tear everything apart.

"Mom, I heard you—"

You are hidden in every breath I take—

"You live in the night I dare not speak of—"

"But now, here I am—"

With each line sung, the mother's voice shone brighter.

The channel vibrated more intensely, and the pronucleus emitted a piercing alarm sound, as if it were screaming.

"It's resisting!" Duoduo shouted. "Xiaoman! It's about to initiate its self-destruct program!"

"Then let it be destroyed!" Xiaoman's voice exploded like thunder, "Today I want it to die—in the song!"

She suddenly raised her hand, and the blue light of her vocal core surged, resonating with her mother's white core.

boom--!

The container cracked open.

A pure sonic wave surged into the sky, piercing through the passage and heading straight for the third door.

The stone gate suddenly opened, revealing a huge cave behind it.

In the center of the cave, a pulsating, eerie blue core—the primordial nucleus—suspends in the air.

It beats like a heart, and its surface is wrapped with countless vocal cord-like chains, each of which is connected to a container underground.

Directly in front of it stood a door.

Five characters were engraved on the door:

"Only those who remain silent can begin the final chapter."

Su Ting, panting, looked at Xiao Man: "The last door... it doesn't want a voice. It wants—a person who understands silence."

Xiaoman wiped away her tears and walked step by step toward the door.

“I understand silence,” she said softly. “I understand the silence of a mother who would rather become mute herself than let her child speak. I understand the silence of Grandma Lin who did not speak for twenty years, just to wait for an opportunity. I understand the silence of Chen Mo who, even with his mouth sewn shut, still spoke through his mecha.”

She stood in front of the door and looked up.

“I understand better—you use silence to force me to shut up, but I will sing out my silence even louder.”

Her hand slowly pressed against the door.

"Xiaoman!" Duoduo suddenly shouted, "Wait! If you go in... you'll also—"

“I know.” Xiaoman turned around and smiled. “But this time, I don’t want to run away.”

Her voice began to merge into the door, and blue light spread along the patterns.

The door slowly opened.

The pronucleus trembled violently, emitting a final shriek, and the chains snapped.

at this time--

Deep within the cave, a deep voice slowly resounded.

"Interesting...really interesting."

Everyone turned around abruptly.

Chapter 1425 A Black Note

A man dressed in a white robe emerged from the shadows.

He has no vocal nucleus, yet he can speak.

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

“Xiaoman, you’re right.” He slowly raised his hand, and a black musical note appeared in his palm. “But you’ve forgotten—silence can also be… a weapon.”

He squeezed it gently.

The black musical notes exploded, and the sound waves throughout the cave instantly froze.

Su Ting lunged at Xiao Man: "Open the door! Don't let him complete the 'silent resonance'!"

Xiaoman bit her tongue, used her last bit of strength to combine her mother's white core with her own blue core, and slammed it hard against the door!

"I sing, therefore I am!"

The door was finally fully open.

The man in white robes sneered and said in a low voice:

"Finally, the one we've been waiting for... the successor to the 'first voice'."

Xiaoman's body was violently pushed away by an invisible force, crashing heavily against the rock wall. She coughed up blood, but stared intently at the door that had finally opened—behind the door was boundless darkness, like the nothingness before the beginning of the universe, with only faint specks of light swirling like stardust.

"Who...are you?" she asked hoarsely, struggling to stand up.

The man in white robes walked slowly forward, and with each step, the air seemed to freeze a little more. His voice seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying a cold, otherworldly echo:

“I am the silent ruler, the shadow of the Lord of the Pure Way, the ‘ear’ of the Primal Core.”

Su Ting suddenly lunged in front of Xiao Man, the strings of his zither resonated, and a lingering sound formed a barrier between them.

"Don't listen to him!" Su Ting gritted his teeth. "His sound waves aren't for communication; they're a 'silencing weapon'! He's absorbing frequencies!"

"So...you're not human?" Duoduo staggered backward, covering her ears tightly, but even so, she still felt as if her head was being pierced by iron nails.

"A person?" The man in white robes chuckled. "I was the last singer who voluntarily sealed my throat. I refined myself into the 'Silent Core,' becoming the guardian of the original core—for order, for peace, so that this world would no longer be torn apart by songs."

"Screw your order!" the gray child roared, slamming his drumsticks into the ground. The drumbeats exploded like thunder, but the sound waves were frozen in mid-air by a layer of black mist and shattered into powder that fell to the ground.

“It’s no use,” the white-robed man said calmly. “Your songs are too noisy. As for me… I only listen to silence.”

A black musical note reappeared in his palm. This time, it slowly rotated, swallowing all the surrounding sound waves like a black hole.

Xiaoman's voice core began to tremble, and the blue light flickered.

"Mom..." she murmured softly, her gaze fixed on her mother's vessel. From the crack, the white light still pulsed faintly, as if responding to her call.

"You think resonance will win?" the man in white sneered. "But do you know why your mother is smiling? It's not because she loves you—it's because she regrets it."

Xiaoman's pupils contracted.

“She saw the future.” The man in white robes slowly approached. “She saw you use your silence to gain voice, to ignite the flames of war, to awaken the dead, to destroy this world that had finally managed to quiet down. She smiled… because she knew she had made a mistake.”

"Shut up!" Xiaoman suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're not worthy to mention her! You're not worthy to say she regrets it! You don't understand love at all! You're just a monster raised on fear!"

"Love?" The white-robed man's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Love is chaos. Love is noise. I severed it, and only then did I gain true clarity."

Chapter 1426 Then tell me

Su Ting suddenly laughed.

He raised his hand and gently plucked the strings with his fingertips, producing a very soft, almost inaudible vibrato.

"You say you've severed love?" he chuckled. "Then tell me—why is there this frequency in your silence?"

The tremolo spread out and condensed into a blurry afterimage in the air—the figure of a woman, indistinct, yet softly humming that lullaby.

The man in the white robe shuddered, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Impossible... She's dead... I buried her with my own hands..."

“She’s your wife, isn’t she?” Su Ting’s voice was as soft as the wind. “You were once a singer too. You loved her, so when she was chosen as the ‘voice donor,’ you went mad. You killed thirty-seven officials, and in the end, your voice core was removed, and you were thrown underground. But you survived… using hatred, using silence, you transformed yourself into a weapon.”

The white-robed man's hand trembled slightly, and a crack appeared in the black musical note.

"Shut up...shut up!"

“You don’t hate the song.” Su Ting continued to pluck the strings, the phantom becoming clearer and clearer. “What you hate is loss. So you turned the whole world into a tomb, just so that no one could ever taste your pain again.”

"I...I just want everything...to quiet down..." His voice cracked for the first time.

Xiaoman slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She looked at the phantom and whispered, "You are not the enemy... you have just been lost for too long."

She opened her mouth, no longer singing lullabies, nor war songs of resistance.