I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

The thick fog surged, as if stirred by an unseen force, slowly gathering into a ball.

The mist began to stretch and twist, as if being shaped by an invisible hand.

Thin, dark shadows slithered like snakes, outlining blurry contours in the mist.

Suddenly, a low, cracking sound came from the center of the fog, as chilling as an old wooden boat being torn apart by the waves.

The blurry outline gradually became clear, and the fog peeled away like fabric, revealing what was hidden within.

It was humanoid, but very different from a human.

His skin was a deathly gray, as if it had been corroded by seawater for many years, and its surface was covered with dark green moss-like patterns.

His eyes were like ghostly blue flames, flashing with a chilling light that was impossible to look directly at.

A tattered white polka-dot shirt hung on his thin body, swaying slightly.

Chen Yang was shocked.

At first glance, one could vaguely discern the person's identity from that tattered coat.

But Chen Yang had a different feeling in his mind, and a possibility came to mind.

Is that the Clown King?

Or... Bloodharbor Ghost, Pike?

The other person held a short dagger in their hand, the sharp blade still covered with undried golden liquid, like the blood of some kind of creature.

In his other hand, he held a small bag wrapped in coarse cloth, from which golden liquid dripped.

With each step he took, the mist beneath his feet rippled like water, approaching the three with an eerie rhythm.

Chen Yang's pupils contracted slightly, and his fists clenched quietly inside his sleeves, but his face showed no emotion.

Chi Zigao remained in the squatting position while playing cards. Looking at that familiar figure, he thought it was impossible. Wasn't he thrown into the lake? How could he still be alive?

Although puzzled, he dared not utter a sound; the Clown King's new look was indeed somewhat terrifying.

He exchanged a glance with Huangfu Qinghe and saw the shock in the other's eyes.

The air seemed to freeze; no one spoke. Only the sound of Parker's approaching footsteps echoed through the thick fog, like rusty iron scraping against a deep-sea rock wall.

"Hey, sir."

A deep, husky voice broke the silence.

The figure stopped in front of the three, scanning them with its ghostly blue eyes, and a sinister smile slowly curled at the corner of its mouth.

His smile was icy, like the undercurrents of the deep sea. His gaze slowly swept over the three people, finally settling on Chen Yang.

Sensing that the other party meant no harm, Chen Yang mustered up his courage and spoke.

"You are..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party.

“Pyke... call me Pyke…”

The voice was deep and muffled, like a broken bellows.

At the same time, he slowly raised his hand and handed over a small bag soaked in golden liquid.

"This is your share."

Chen Yang's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at the bag oozing golden liquid.

He instinctively felt that this was not a good thing, but he seemed to have no right to refuse it.

Rek'Sai behind him stretched and let out a series of low growls, but he didn't sound nervous at all; on the contrary, he was unusually calm.

Chen Yang thought that Rek'Sai couldn't possibly miss this guy. Since Rek'Sai had confirmed that the other party was safe, he didn't need to be afraid.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the slight fear in his heart, and slowly stepped forward.

Parker's smile seemed devoid of warmth, his blue flame-like eyes fixed on Chen Yang, as if waiting for something.

The bag landed in Chen Yang's hand.

The warm, sticky golden liquid seeped in, spreading its sensation across my hands.

The coarse cloth was immediately spread out, revealing what was inside.

Chen Yang's heart clenched.

That's a heart.

It throbbed slightly, and with each beat, the golden liquid that seeped out was like fresh blood, slowly dripping down and staining Chen Yang's fingertips yellow.

The air fell silent instantly, with only the sound of a heartbeat and the faint rustling of distant mist.

Parker's gaze slowly shifted from Chen Yang, like a knife slicing across everyone's face.

"Oh, by the way, there's this."

He said in a low, hoarse voice.

With a wave of his hand, an irregular green sphere slid out from the void, glowing faintly, and was precisely tossed toward Huangfu Qinghe behind Chen Yang.

Huangfu Qinghe caught it subconsciously and looked down. The surface of the sphere seemed to be covered with a thick layer of moss, but there seemed to be a viscous liquid flowing inside, as if it were the organ of some living thing.

"What is this thing?" Huangfu Qinghe asked, his voice tinged with suppressed unease.

"Your share."

Parker chuckled coldly, his tone carrying an unfathomable meaning, "I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

Chen Yang asked instinctively, "Cooperation? What do you mean?"

But Pike didn't say anything more, only nodded in satisfaction, and slowly retreated, as if merging into the thick fog.

His silhouette gradually faded, eventually dissipating into a grayish-white mist that vanished with the movement of the mist, as if it had never existed.

Chen Yang looked down, and a card appeared in his hand.

The cards smelled of the sea, as if they had just been pulled from the deep sea.

The central design depicts a shadowy figure wearing a cloak and holding a short dagger.

Those eyes, burning with blue light, coldly watched everything.

Bloodharbor Ghost - Pike.

Chen Yang was still holding the card in his hand, the cold touch spreading from his fingertips throughout his body, as if something was staring at him.

He didn't have time to ask questions; his mind was filled with the blurry figure Pike had left behind and that unforgettable whisper.

The fog began to slowly dissipate, and the oppressive atmosphere receded like the tide, but everything around became eerie.

A slight "crack" sound came from the air, like the crisp sound of glass breaking.

Chen Yang looked up, and the space around him was like a giant mirror, with cracks spreading along the invisible edges. Each fragment reflected a different scene—a pale wasteland, a deep lake, an endless fog...

"How is this going?"

Chi Zigao looked around warily, his voice tinged with panic.

“The space… is changing,” Chen Yang said softly, his gaze fixed on the gradually crumbling fragments.

The cracks spread faster and faster, and finally, with a crisp shattering sound, the whole world collapsed as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.

Large fragments turned into tiny specks of light, drifting in the air and gradually dissolving, as if dissolving into the invisible deep sea.

The next instant, blinding sunlight pierced through the layers of light spots and shone on the three of them.

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and as his vision gradually returned to clear, the surrounding scenery had undergone earth-shattering changes.

They returned to the jungle.

The lake in front of me shimmered with a deep blue hue, and the trees on the shore were edged with a soft gold by the sunlight. The wind rustled through the trees.

Chizi Gao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "We're out! Haha, we're finally free from that awful place!"

Huangfu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, but did not let his guard down, calmly surveying his surroundings.

Chen Yang took a deep breath, his fingertips still feeling the slight coolness of the card.

How did you come out?

How did the clown zombie turn into Pike?

Where did the monk zombies come from?

Although Chen Yang had many doubts in his mind, he put them aside in front of a slowly opening, dark green crack.

Mordecais has returned.