She... wasn't Xu Pan!!!
The voice gradually faded. When Xiao Ran came to, the empty shower room held no one but him, while water continued to spray onto the floor.
The young male ghost had also vanished without a trace.
Xiao Ran splashed some cold water on his face, then walked over and pinched up the small pile of incense ash from the ground. It was proof enough that what had just happened hadn't been a hallucination.
Remembering the ghost's exclamation, Xiao Ran flicked the ash from his hand. "Of course I'm not Wang Meng!"
Wang Meng's date of death was June 28.
If Xiao Ran had answered June 28, the outcome would have been obvious.
That was only a guess, but it wasn't baseless.
Sometimes, Xiao Ran encountered Yin Souls outside. Some didn't even know they were dead and kept repeating things they'd done when they were alive.
Just like the two children at the entrance to Jixiang Funeral Supplies Shop.
If they realized they were dead, one of two things would happen: they would either vanish in a wisp of smoke, or their resentment and rage would drive them to become evil ghosts.
At first, Xiao Ran hadn't understood the problem either. His mind had been in a daze, and he couldn't remember anything.
Fortunately, at a critical moment, a powerful sense of unease had gradually pulled him free from his stupor.
"Was that danger sense?"
It was an ability he'd gained from Wang Jun, who had recruited him into the group. It gave him a subtle warning when he was in danger, but it rarely activated.
Otherwise, Wang Jun wouldn't have blundered into the dorm with him.
It seemed Xiao Ran had been lucky. The ability had activated on its own, and with the slight mental resistance