Upon hearing this news, Zhou Huai's heart sank.

Mo Yu.

That girl, who shared his plight, and whose situation was even worse than his.

She was his mother's most trusted maid during her lifetime.

When he first saw her in Mo Li's apartment, she was completely paralyzed, only her head could move.

Zhou Huai had always thought it was some kind of malicious curse.

It wasn't until Luo Ming told him the truth that he realized it wasn't a curse at all.

It was the Power of Confinement.

It was the last shackle that maintained the connection between the Soul and body of these 'living dead'.

Now, Mo Li said her sister was dying.

That meant the Power of Confinement on Mo Yu's body had begun to dissipate.

Her Soul was also escaping.

Just like his own.

"My Lord!"

Mo Li knelt on the ground, clutching Moria's clothes tightly, as if grasping at her last straw.

"Please, save my sister!"

"You must have a way, right?"

"You are omnipotent!"

Her voice was thick with sobs and pleading.

In Mo Li's heart, this Lord, who had saved her from Hell, was a god.

An omnipotent god.

But she didn't know that the 'god' she worshipped was also shrouded in the shadow of death.

Zhou Huai, controlling Moria, slowly knelt down.

He stretched out his pale, slender hands and gently helped Mo Li up.

"Don't cry."

Moria's voice was calm and gentle.

"Take me to see her."

...

In the villa Mo Li had specially arranged for her sister, several servants responsible for caring for Mo Yu were anxiously waiting in the living room.

Seeing Mo Li enter with a silver-haired Young Master, they quickly bowed in greeting, not daring to breathe.

Mo Li, at this moment, had no regard for any etiquette; she pulled Moria and stumbled up to the bedroom on the second floor.

The room was spacious and bright, decorated warmly and elegantly.

Mo Yu lay quietly on the bed, her eyes tightly closed.

Her already pale face was now as white as a thin sheet of paper.

If not for a faint rise and fall in her chest, she would have been indistinguishable from a dead person.

"Sister!"

Mo Li rushed to the bedside, grasping Mo Yu's cold hand, tears streaming down again.

"Sister, wake up! Look at me! My Lord has come to see you!"

She called out again and again, but Mo Yu on the bed showed no response.

Zhou Huai, controlling Moria, stood quietly by the bed, gazing at the girl with the faint breath.

A question subtly emerged in his mind.

Mo Yu was merely his mother's maid.

A servant.

Why was she resurrected in the tragedy five years ago?

What was the significance of Mr. Duan, the uncle he had never met, resurrecting her?

Was it simply because she was his mother's confidante?

Zhou Huai didn't believe it.

In the hearts of those in power, there was no such thing as emotion. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Only cold interest.

A thought, like a flash of lightning, pierced through the fog in Zhou Huai's mind.

An experimental subject!

Zhou Huai began to speculate boldly.

At that time, after Mr. Duan and the others mastered the method of binding Souls with the Art of Confinement, they were not sure if this method was truly effective.

Would it succeed?

What kind of sequelae would it leave after resurrection?

Everything was unknown.

Therefore, they needed an experimental subject.

An insignificant experimental subject, whose death would not be regrettable.

And Mo Yu became the perfect 'guinea pig'.

The experiment succeeded.

Mo Yu came back to life.

But the result was not ideal.

She was completely paralyzed, becoming a living dead person who could only speak.

This was clearly not the result Mr. Duan wanted.

So, after some improvements to the Art of Confinement, they conducted a second experiment.

And the subject of the second experiment was very likely Zhou Huai himself.

The result was still not perfect.

Although his situation was better than Mo Yu's, he was still a paralyzed invalid.

After two consecutive experiments, they learned from all their experiences.

The third time, they succeeded.

His mother was perfectly resurrected and taken away by Mr. Duan.

And he and Mo Yu, these two failed experimental subjects, were mercilessly abandoned.

Thinking of this, an indescribable chill surged in Zhou Huai's heart.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that so-called uncle, his own nephew was no different from a servant.

They were just experimental subjects.

He looked at the unconscious girl on the bed, and for the first time, a genuine sense of shared suffering arose in his heart.

He turned his head to look at a trembling middle-aged maid next to him, his voice calm.

"When did she start losing consciousness?"

The maid, startled by Moria's silver eyes, shivered and quickly bowed in reply.

"Reporting... reporting, My Lord."

"Young Miss Mo Yu has been unconscious for a day and a night."

She paused, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"It's strange, but a while ago, Young Miss Mo Yu's body was recovering very well."

"One day, she even managed to sit up by herself from the bed."

"She was so happy then, saying she would wait for Young Miss Mo Li to return and give her a big surprise."

What?!

Zhou Huai's pupils suddenly constricted.

She could sit up by herself?

The maid didn't notice Moria's abnormality and continued.

"But... but after that day, Young Miss Mo Yu became particularly lethargic, sleeping for fifteen or sixteen hours every day."

"Her waking hours also became shorter and shorter."

"We felt something was wrong and wanted to tell Young Miss Mo Li."

"But Young Miss Mo Yu stopped us, saying Young Miss Mo Li was too busy and she didn't want to distract her."

"It wasn't until yesterday, when she completely fell into a deep sleep and we couldn't wake her no matter what, that we... that we quickly contacted Young Miss Mo Li."

"Wah--!"

Hearing the maid's words, Mo Li could no longer control her emotions, throwing herself onto her sister's body and crying heartbreakingly.

"Sister! Why are you so foolish!"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

Zhou Huai, however, ignored Mo Li's cries.

He was rapidly analyzing in his mind.

So.

The harbinger of the Power of Confinement loosening was very likely the paralyzed body beginning to regain sensation!

This also meant...

His own death was approaching...

He looked at the girl on the bed, his expression complex.

It was as if he saw his future self.

Controlling Moria, he flipped his wrist.

A crystal-clear vial appeared in his palm.

Inside the bottle, a liquid as brilliant as melted starlight was contained.

sacred light spiritual water!

This was the last bottle Ye Xi had exchanged as a reward from the Jiangning City Military Department.

Unfortunately, Zhou Huai's main body had already consumed two bottles and developed resistance, so this third bottle was ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) already ineffective for him.

So he had always treasured it.

He didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Perhaps it could help Mo Yu delay for a while.

The reason he chose to help Mo Yu was partly out of sympathy for her.

On the other hand, Mr. Duan's 'experiment' had given him a reminder.

The pendulum of life.

That ancient Divine Artifact that could reverse life and death.

Even if he truly managed to obtain it in the future, who could guarantee that it would definitely be effective for him?

Would there be any unknown side effects?

Everything was unknown.

Therefore, he also needed an experimental subject.

An experimental subject whose situation was exactly the same as his own.

And Mo Yu, before his eyes, was undoubtedly the best candidate.

As long as the pendulum of life could successfully resurrect her, then he would be able to use it without any worries.

Before that, he absolutely could not let Mo Yu die just like this.