"How did another one go in?!"
On the street, onlookers who had been paying attention to the dark alley couldn't help but show surprise.
Because of the different angles,
Some saw the hand that stretched out, while others did not.
The former were amazed that the player was not dead yet, while the latter thought another one had gone in to share the feast.
What was happening in the alley?
Were they starting to fight over players?
With such thoughts, some passersby ghosts also prepared to rush in and see.
And those ghosts who saw the hand and guessed that the player was still alive saw this scene and did not offer any reminders.
Instead, they adopted a "wait and see" attitude.
Without knowing the player's strength, it was best to have cannon fodder as stepping stones.
With this mindset, a family of three bought some pastries from a nearby shop and ate them.
A man dressed warmly took a cigarette from his pocket,
He put it in his mouth, blocking the wind with one hand,
And lit it unhurriedly.
"We wish you a merry Christmas... we wish you a merry Christmas..."
The aroma of delicious food filled the air, and cheerful Christmas carols echoed through the street.
After the second lean man was pulled in, another man and woman quickly rushed in.
Not long after, a sturdy girl carrying a basket walked in.
It was hard to imagine what kind of struggle was happening inside.
However, as time ticked by,
Not a single ghost that went in came out.
An eerie atmosphere began to spread through the street.
The sky grew darker, and the cheerful carols became thin and long, like vengeful female ghosts.
An icy wind swept through, stirring the Christmas bells hanging on the shop doors.
They rang with a 'ding-a-ling' sound.
Laughter disappeared, and shadows watched the alley.
Gradually, the air became colder.
Specks of snow began to fall from the sky, landing on people's hair and shoulders.
Before they could be seen clearly, they turned into a small puddle of melted snow.
Finally, after a while of snowing.
There was finally movement in the alley again.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, one low and one high, walked out.
Leading the way was the poorly dressed, long curly-haired match-selling girl.
As Jiang Lin walked out,
He slowed his pace,
Waiting for the lean man in black behind him to catch up.
Walking side by side.
His expression was calm, but his voice was clearly heard by the surrounding ghosts.
"Jevell, I'm very happy you invited me to your home."
Invited as a guest?!
In an instant, dozens of gazes fell on Jevell.
Are we crazy, or are you crazy?
The lean man in black twitched his mouth, met the gazes of those around him,
And said listlessly, drooping his eyelids,
"Oh, it's my honor, miss."
Jiang Lin looked at the shop next to him, "It's such a festive holiday today, how should we celebrate?
How about buying some turkey and cake?"
The lean man followed his gaze, felt a pang in his heart, but still said, "Oh, that's a great idea."
Jiang Lin: "I'm starting to look forward to Christmas Eve tonight."
The lean man: "Me too." Not!
I'm going to eat you tonight!
...
Regardless of what he was thinking, the lean man's body was honest.
Under the incredulous or thoughtful gazes of the passersby,
He obediently went to buy turkey and cake.
On the way home, he also bought a bottle of red wine.
Watching the two figures leave.
Only then did the people on the street start to discuss.
"Is Jevell crazy? That player doesn't look simple at all."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe he's waiting for nightfall to eat alone."
Delicious players, and so much food?
That would indeed be a wonderful night.
"How did that player manage it? Not only was he not eaten, but he moved into the house.
What kind of love potion did he give them?"
"You guys, come quickly!"
Just then, a ghost who had entered the alley out of curiosity ran out, waving to others.
His voice trembled slightly.
"What happened?"
"Heh heh... that player wouldn't have eaten them, would he?"
The passersby joked as they cautiously walked in.
The alley was a no-man's-land.
This applied not only to players but also to ghosts.
Soon, they saw the scene in the alley.
They were all so shocked they couldn't speak.
In the alley,
All the ghosts were beaten black and blue, their hands and feet tied.
Their mouths were gagged, and they lay on the ground.
Seeing them come in, they widened their eyes and made muffled sounds.
"God, how did this player do it?" exclaimed the father of the family of three.
He looked at the ghosts on the ground,
Pulled off his gloves, and took out a fruit knife from his pocket.
His mouth split from ear to ear.
No matter what, he couldn't let go of the food that was delivered to his mouth.
In the dim alley, pairs of eyes glowed red.
In less than a moment,
All the tied-up ghosts in the alley were snatched away.
Even though Jiang Lin had spared their lives, the malice of this world would not cease.
...
"666! So it can be done like this! I was too narrow-minded!"
"The streamer's move is godlike!"
In the live stream, the viewers watched from beginning to end.
They had a huge "WTF" in their hearts and couldn't close their mouths for a long time.
They had thought of everything, but they never expected it to be like this!
They were still here flipping through fairy tales and analyzing rules.
But when the streamer made his move, he solved everything!
They had food, they had shelter.
And they hadn't violated the rules, having sold the matches.
"So you can directly have the original residents invite you!"
"As expected, might makes right!"
"Might is important, but the streamer's ability to analyze and utilize the rules here so quickly is what surprised me the most."
Bullet comments scrolled by.
Amidst the viewers' surprise, there was more excitement.
Seeing how powerful the streamer was, it felt like their own boss was fighting monsters and clearing levels.
Why bother flipping through fairy tale books? Just follow the boss!
That night,
Several new trending topics appeared online.
#Matchstick Girl Completed Version#
#What If Ghost Messengers Entered a Thriller World#
...
Amidst the heated discussion of the viewers,
The live stream followed Jiang Lin to the lean man's house.
The man's house was not very wealthy, but not poor either.
It had all the necessary furniture.
Closing the door,
The lean man patted the snow off his body,
He thought for a moment, then handed Jiang Lin a towel.
Seeing Jiang Lin's gaze fall on the indoor fireplace, he quickly went to light it, using the matches he had just 'bought'.
...