Flying Spit

Oops, Jin Jiuchi thought. Had he stepped on a landmine…?

Come to think of it, the other players did mention that they would trigger a death condition once the ghosts realized that they're not among their ranks. Therefore, when he brought up the Mad Hatter's tea party, the ghost lady immediately saw through his real identity. After all, he was still a guest from afar back then – a human through and through!

"Why…" the ghost lady tightened her grip on Jin Jiuchi's shoulder until her nails nearly dug into his body as though aiming to crush his bones. The eye which had turned into an empty socket glowed in an eerie scarlet as her flesh continued to disintegrate to reveal the bones beneath. "Why didn't you say anything? Are you really not a ghost? ARE YOU—?!!" her pitch rose into a sharp screech, brimming with a mixture of hostility and excitement.