An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 164

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Chapter 163
Part 1. You Thought It Was Light? (3)
Click.
The area outside the Shamanic Temple seemed bustling as I stepped through the door.
Passersby turned their heads with expressions that asked, “Is something happening?”
It was because Lee Ha-yoon, Shin Jung-ah, and Yoon Sang had all gathered together.
“Is it all done?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed my chin in response to Shin Jung-ah, as though wiping away a beard that didn’t exist.
Then I shook my head.
“I can’t harm it anymore. Not now.”
I had made one final confirmation before leaving.
The deity had departed, and while traces of the spirit marriage remained, there were no other records.
“The notebook was all there was.”
“It seems she hadn’t been doing this for long.”
“From what I observed, she was someone who had only recently received the deity.”
Perhaps that’s why the deity couldn’t leave easily.
Perhaps Jo Myung-sook had hoped to mend her ways.
If so, it was truly a sorrowful affair.
Jo Myung-sook had betrayed not only human faith but the deity’s trust as well.
“Sigh.”
Shin Jung-ah exhaled deeply and rubbed her eyes, then Lee Ha-yoon grinned mischievously and leaned in close, only to receive a flick on the forehead.
“Right, Yoon Sang.”
“Yes?”
I smiled faintly as I looked at Yoon Sang, whose eyes had widened in surprise, then shook my head.
“Tell Bu-yong that she did well. And later, once we resolve the Victim Spirit matter, I’ll contact you again. Pass that along too.”
“Ah, yes, yes!”
“And I’ll say it again—don’t broadcast any of the footage.”
My face was captured on camera, as well as everyone else’s.
The potential for problems was far too great, though I knew the material was valuable to Yoon Sang.
“Of course! Hyung-nim. I’ll send it to Ha-yoon noona and delete it right away! Actually, I’ll wipe it clean and even factory reset my phone!”
“There’s no need to go that far.”
“Hehe.”
If Yoon Sang says that, it’s no lie.
Now that I knew Yoon Sang well, I tapped his shoulder and turned my gaze to Lee Ha-yoon and Shin Jung-ah.
“I’m truly sorry for taking up your precious weekend.”
“Oh, no! What—”
“If you need it, I can add some money as well.”
“Really, truly no. Hyung-seok, this isn’t right.”
Lee Ha-yoon, startled, pressed her pockets and took a step back.
“I’ll contact all the victims too. And if things go well, we might even secure potential clients, so it’s really fine.”
Her words and her gaze tell different stories.
Frankly, how many people would believe that a betrothal was formed with a stranger’s spirit after a fortune-telling at a Shamanic Temple?
Lee Ha-yoon might end up wasting time for nothing.
“I’m sorry. Really.”
“I said it’s fine. Besides, I saw Kang Hyung-seok working so hard with my own eyes, so I feel a certain way about it too.”
A talented person had moved to help people whose faces he didn’t even know.
Having studied law and witnessed too many contrary cases, Lee Ha-yoon could appreciate just how remarkable Kang Hyung-seok truly was.
“I’ll think of it as a talent donation and take my time with it. You don’t need to worry too much.”
“Yes. I’ll also ask for your help, Manager.”
“Ah, did she punch him? It looks like she won’t be able to report it or anything, but if anything happens, I’ll look into it.”
Lee Ha-yoon laughed and slapped Shin Jung-ah’s arm, but her gaze remained fixed on Kang Hyung-seok.
“Now go on. You must be busy.”
Shin Jung-ah, who knew best what Kang Hyung-seok would do next, spoke, and he forced a smile, pulling the corners of his mouth upward.
“Yes.”
“Go quickly. That way you can rest a little.”
“Earlier…”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for being angry as if it were your own matter.”
In truth, Kang Hyung-seok had been the most furious.
And Shin Jung-ah had been equally angry.
“No, what are you talking about.”
Shin Jung-ah, speaking with reluctance, seemed worried at heart, and she cast a sorrowful gaze toward Lee Ha-yoon.
“What’s this? The guy’s drowsy. If that’s the case, you should’ve taken a few hits. Claim it was mutual.”
“Ugh, geez.”
“Hey, it’s fine. And everything of him holding the knife was recorded. If he’s going to report it, let him.”
“…Can you help?”
“Is this guy doubting a lawyer?”
Shin Jung-ah shook her head firmly and gestured for Kang Hyung-seok to go.
“Go quickly. We’ll have a cup of coffee and then part ways.”
“Yes. Thank you all for today.”
“I’ll contact you later, hyung.”
Yoon Sang suppressed the urge to follow along and spoke, while Kang Hyung-seok bowed deeply to them and walked toward where he had parked his car.
Lee Ha-yoon, watching his receding figure, spoke to Shin Jung-ah.
“Is she always like that?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s remarkable, isn’t it? Noona.”
“That… the way you call me ‘noona’ is a bit awkward.”
“Then what should I call you…?”
The street falls silent.
Their conversation, though quiet, still reached Kang Hyung-seok’s ears.
“Huh.”
Kang Hyung-seok exhaled with a soft laugh, then continued walking while holding his notebook.
***
Boom, boom, boom, boom! Flutter!
Lee Geum-kyung’s Shrine Courtyard.
Chung-geum, Kang Hyung-seok, and many Shamanic Practitioners had gathered together.
Upon hearing the news, Shamans and Dharma Masters had eagerly rushed over to lend their hands.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
“The dharma chant of purification and righteous conduct, spoken with centered spirit and proper intention.”
The ritual began with the Dharma Master’s chanting as he beat the drum.
Kang Hyung-seok bowed his head with palms pressed together alongside Chung-geum.
Before them, dolls dressed in traditional wedding attire for bride and groom were arranged upon a straw mat.
“The sacred words spoken to guide the spirits toward peace and liberation.”
It was a grand ritual.
Because there were many who had suffered harm.
Thus, some harm others.
“We earnestly beseech and make our vows to all celestial beings.”
To the extent of using others as mere tools for personal gain.
“To all mountain spirits, dragon kings, divine generals, and commanders.”
Such is humanity.
Sometimes cruel, selfish, and merciless.
“To all bodhisattvas, great deities, immortal masters, and supreme guardians.”
Yet not all of humanity is wicked.
“To Indra, celestial youths, and heavenly maidens.”
Some extend their hands for others, sacrifice themselves, and practice goodness.
If cruelty is human, then so too is virtue.
Flutter, flutter!
Watching the white cloth flutter in the wind, Kang Hyung-seok bowed his head three times with palms pressed together.
“We humbly beseech with one heart—please hear us, Victim Spirits.”
Victim Spirits bound by marriage vows to the living.
To sever the connections that should never have been tied and to save those who had suffered harm, Kang Hyung-seok conducted the grand ritual alongside the Shamans.
***
Ding!
Bu-yong’s eyes snapped open at the sound, and she immediately reached for her phone on the nightstand.
“H-hello?”
“Yes, hello. Can you talk right now?”
“Yes, yes, Yoon Sang.”
Depending on how you looked at it, the hour was either late or far too early.
Around 4:30 AM.
Yet Bu-yong had been sleeping lightly, and she answered without hesitation.
“D-did it… work out?”
Her desperation was that profound.
There was a Victim Spirit bound to her by a marriage covenant, and that spirit was so terrifying and horrific that she could barely endure it.
“I’m truly sorry for calling so late. But I thought it was best to contact you right away.”
“Haa!”
“I just got word from my brother too. He said it’s been resolved well. He mentioned that others are finishing up one by one as well.”
Bu-yong curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest as she held the phone to her ear.
“Ugh! *cough*!”
“Huh? Hello? Hello?”
“*sob*, *sob*.”
I’m free.
Everything will be alright now.
I won’t have to endure those terrible nightmares anymore.
“*sob*, *sob*.”
Bu-yong trembled as she wept, gratitude welling up in her throat, but her voice was too choked to speak.
“Ah, um, are you… okay?”
Bu-yong continued sobbing for a while longer before wiping away her tears.
“Thank you, thank you so much. I truly cannot thank you enough.”
“No, no. There’s nothing to thank me for.”
“Yes, there is. Thank you. I’m grateful for everything, truly everything.”
“Ah, you should be saying this to my brother instead. I’ll make sure to tell him for you.”
“No. I want to tell him myself.”
Bu-yong spoke, gripping her heart as though it might shatter, and Yoon Sang responded with alarm.
“That won’t work! You know how he is.”
Bu-yong wiped away the tears streaming down her face with the back of her hand, her expression bitter and dejected.
Then she nodded silently.
I understood.
He was someone who lived by hiding his true identity.
Even though we’d met in person, I could only see part of his face because he wore a mask.
That’s why I felt sorry.
I’d received his kindness, but I saw no way to repay it.
“You must keep my brother’s identity absolutely secret.”
“Yes, yes. Of course.”
(And please don’t leave a thank-you note at the cafe! You might end up getting an overwhelming number of messages.)
“…Yes.”
(Oh, and one more thing.)
Bu-yong’s eyes widened with curiosity as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
(My brother asked me to relay this message to you specifically.)
“Yes?”
(Everything is fine now. Your boyfriend will be able to come close to you.)
“…Ah.”
(He also said he could help you with a Chondo Ritual if you’d like. Are you interested?)
Bu-yong pressed her lips firmly together and shook her head vigorously.
Then, swallowing with difficulty, she opened her mouth.
“No. I’ll do it later, later on my own.”
(Well, that makes sense.)
It was a bond that had to remain separated for so long.
The Victim Spirit that had blocked their approach had vanished.
So now everything would be fine.
Two beings that had grown distant finally drew close once more.
(Well, um….)
Yoon Sang, uncertain of what to say or how to say it, let out an awkward laugh.
(Everything is fine now, so be happy.)
“…Yes.”
Bu-yong wiped away the tears that burst forth again and ended the call.
Then she remained in the darkened room, her face buried in her knees, weeping for a long time.
And after a long while, she finally stopped crying.
Click.
Rising from the bed, Bu-yong turned on the light in the room.
Then she opened the door and approached the mirror she had left outside the room.
It was a large mirror covered with newspaper and tape.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Now it was fine.
There was nothing.
Even if there were, it would only be the Victim Spirit of her boyfriend, whom she had never been able to reach in life.
Crackle!
Bu-yong tore away the newspaper that had covered the mirror without hesitation, and smiled faintly through her lingering tears.
Only she was reflected in the mirror.

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