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

A crack spread across the crimson runes.

"Again!" Duoduo laughed wildly, inserting the iron core into the crevice in the rock and forcefully snapping it open with both hands.

"Screech! Boom!!!"

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound was like a sharp blade slicing through the sky!

The second chain snapped!

The figures in the light began to surge back, and the leading musician with the broken finger suddenly raised his hand, mouthing a gesture towards Xiaoman:

"Play it."

Xiaoman was startled.

She suddenly grabbed Su Ting's broken zither, her ten fingers stained with blood, and pressed hard onto the strings!

"Su Ting! The chorus—improvise!"

"You should have said so earlier!" Su Ting laughed wildly, pulled out a broken string from his hand, wrapped it around his finger, and yanked it sharply.

"Zheng!!!"

A melody completely out of place in "Dawn" explodes out! Wild and violent, like a wild horse breaking free of its cage!

Duoduo immediately caught up, and the drumbeats were like a torrential downpour!

The gray child leaped onto a giant rock, covered in wounds, yet roared like a war god:

"Come on! All you bastards out there! Clap your hands and beat the music!!!"

underground response

"Boom!!!"

A muffled thud, like a million hands pounding the ground at the same time!

The child closed his eyes, and his voice was as clear as a spring:

"...The candlelight flickers gently, and wings appear in my dreams..."

In the light, countless figures raised their hands.

They are no longer just listeners.

They are—the accompanists.

The runes trembled violently, and the third chain shattered! The fourth! The fifth!

That cold voice began to tremble:

"No...impossible...silence must be eternal..."

Chapter 1442 Fate Cannot Be Sealed

"Eternal my ass!" The gray-haired boy spat out blood and kicked into the air. "As long as I live, I'll keep arguing! You can shut my mouth, but you can't shut my heart! You can shut my heart, but you can't shut my life!"

Xiaoman's zither music suddenly changed.

gentle.

Like the wind, like the rain, like a mother's whisper.

She sang softly:

"Not afraid of the long night, not afraid of the wind at the window..."

Su Ting's piano music slowly blended in, Duo Duo's drums became heartbeats, the gray children's patting became breathing, and the children's humming became starlight.

All the sounds converged into a song that had never existed before.

It's not "Breaking Dawn".

But it feels more like dawn than Dawn.

The rune let out a final shriek, and the sixth chain snapped! The seventh!

The dark clouds in the sky were torn apart by an invisible force, and the sunlight shone down once again!

But just then

"The eighth chain...it won't move." Su Ting suddenly looked up, his face deathly pale. "It's connected to the core of the earth's veins! We can't break through it alone!"

Xiaoman looked down at the child in her arms, then at the crack that was about to close, a resolute look flashing in her eyes.

She knelt down and gently stroked the child's cheek: "Are you scared?"

The child shook his head and whispered, "The light will come."

“Yes.” Xiaoman smiled. “The light will come.”

She stood up abruptly and handed the pottery shard to Su Ting: "Cut me."

"what?!"

“My blood is the blood of the ‘Listeners,’ capable of evoking resonance.” Xiaoman pointed to the crack. “Let my voice reach the deepest part, so that all the locked souls may hear the living sing!”

"Are you crazy?!" Duoduo roared.

“I’m not crazy.” Xiaoman looked down at the ground. “I just… want those who couldn’t finish singing their song three hundred years ago to hear their ‘Dawn’ so that their wait wasn’t in vain.”

Su Ting stared intently at her, then suddenly grinned, grabbed a shard of pottery, and slashed it fiercely across his palm.

"Then you'll have to take me with you."

Duoduo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, pulling out the iron core and slashing at her arm:

"You stupid woman, do you think I'm just a spectator?"

Without a word, the gray-haired boy rammed his head against the rocky corner, his forehead splitting open and blood gushing out: "Damn it! This is the first time in my life I've ever joined forces with these guys!"

The four men, bleeding profusely, stood in a row, holding hands, at the edge of the crevice.

Xiaoman took a deep breath, facing the earth, facing the light, facing all the sleeping souls.

Sing out loud:

"As long as you're by my side"

"The sky will brighten soon!!!"

Four pillars of blood-red light shot into the sky!

The eighth chain finally...

It trembled.

The blurry figure at the head suddenly looked up, and the remaining finger traced the last note in the void.

And at that moment when the resonance reached its peak

A clear, cold female voice slowly emerged from the farthest depths of the earth:

"Wait... I... I want to sing too..."

Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes: "That voice...is it Pei Yin? Old Pei's daughter? Isn't she...long ago..."

The voice grew clearer, carrying the dust and weariness of three hundred years, yet it was incredibly gentle:

"Dad... I've found you."

Su Ting asked, trembling, "Did...did you hear us?"

The woman's voice chuckled softly, as if she were laughing through tears:

"I heard."

"Your singing... is really awful."

The gray-haired boy burst into laughter through his tears: "You son of a bitch! When you get out here, I'll teach you rock and roll!"

The voice paused, then spoke softly.

"Then...can I...sing the first line?"

"Of course." Xiaoman's voice was as light as the wind, yet as steady as a rock.

A silence.

Even the wind had stopped, and the aftershocks of the rock strata seemed to freeze in mid-air. The eighth chain hung suspended in the center of the crack, like a sleeping giant serpent, waiting to be awakened by the final clap of thunder.

Chapter 1443 Scalding Hot Rock Layers

The child tilted his head back, blood still smeared on the tip of his nose, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness: "Sister, what are you going to sing?"

The voice slowly rose from the depths of the earth, carrying a hint of fear, a tremor, and an undisguised anticipation:

"I want to sing the song my mother taught me."

Xiaoman was startled.

She slowly knelt down, pressing her palms onto the scorching hot rock: "Then—sing."

The woman's voice paused for a moment, as if she were taking a deep breath, as if she were learning to breathe for the first time.