An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 207

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Chapter 206
Part 1. Vanquish the Vengeful Spirit (2)
Clink!
The after-party proceeded quietly at a nearby Hof Bar.
“I recognized you the moment you said you’d live.”
Shin Yoseph, holding a beer glass, wore a disgruntled expression, while Kang Hyung-seok reached for the appetizer plate in front of him.
“If you don’t like it, don’t eat it.”
“How petty of you…”
Kang Hyung-seok chuckled and pushed the plate back, while Shin Jung-ah and Park Mi-ryung exchanged words in the awkward silence.
“You helped me before. Thank you.”
“Oh, no. It was nothing special.”
“The Elder told me about it. He said you endured difficult things because of me, and that he was truly grateful at the time.”
“Ugh.”
The memory of taking the Great Goblin’s blow with her own body surfaced, and Shin Jung-ah’s expression suddenly grew sorrowful. Park Mi-ryung hastily apologized.
“I’m so sorry. I spoke thoughtlessly.”
“No, it’s fine…”
“But do you normally work in Shamanism?”
It was a question she heard often, and Shin Jung-ah’s expression grew uncomfortable. Park Mi-ryung, worried she’d made another misstep, didn’t know what to do.
Just then, the chicken they’d ordered arrived.
True to the Hof Bar’s classic aesthetic with its distinctive warm bulb lighting, there was one modest fried chicken and one glazed chicken sprinkled with sesame seeds.
Clatter, clatter.
Each person took a piece of their preferred chicken onto the appetizer plate, and Kang Hyung-seok continued his conversation with Shin Yoseph.
“I’m grateful. I didn’t expect you to come help so readily.”
“You’ve helped me several times too, so what.”
Shin Yoseph drained his beer and stabbed at the chicken with his fork.
For a moment, I wondered if someone from a wealthy family might not be skilled at eating like this.
But Shin Yoseph proved that thought useless, deftly twisting out two bones from the chicken wing with practiced ease.
“What? How did you do that?”
“You can’t do this?”
Shin Yoseph positioned the small bone of the chicken wing back in place and continued his explanation.
“This bone is attached pretty loosely to the meat. So when you twist it like this, only the clean meat remains.”
“Oh.”
“Wow.”
Shin Jung-ah and Park Mi-ryung, who had been watching from the side, exclaimed in admiration, and Shin Yoseph began eating the chicken as if to hide his embarrassment.
On the surface, he was unmistakably an insufferable rich kid, but moments like this revealed he was a seasoned drinker with a sharp tongue.
Clink, clink.
The after-party proceeded in a calm atmosphere.
Shin Yoseph and Shin Jung-ah took turns stepping out for cigarettes, and the pile of bones in the stainless steel container steadily grew.
These were people who had faced the Oni without obligation.
They had accomplished something great, yet all they held in their hands were forks smeared with oil and sauce—there was something melancholic about that.
“How do you think your sales figures will turn out this time?”
Shin Yoseph tossed the question out casually, and I let out a hearty laugh.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
“Well, I’ve decided to make it work no matter what.”
Not “it seems like it will work.”
I’ve already “decided” it will work.
Shin Yoseph raised his eyebrows in question, and Park Mi-ryung spoke to him for the first time.
“I think I can be of help.”
“Pardon?”
Park Mi-ryung nodded, and Shin Jung-ah’s attention turned toward her as well.
It was Lee Geum-kyung who had told her that she possessed contract luck and should definitely visit Kang Hyung-seok.
Just as I was struggling to grasp the thread of that advice, Park Mi-ryung’s words carried a weight that was difficult to ignore.
“I believe I can introduce you to several of my clients.”
“Do you operate a business?”
Shin Yoseph asked with keen interest, and a startled Park Mi-ryung unconsciously shook her head.
“No. I’m a sole proprietor myself, but I meant my clients.”
In that moment, Shin Yoseph’s eyes posed a question to me.
‘Is the Shaman also a sole proprietor?’
I answered with my expression.
‘Then wouldn’t she be evading taxes?’
Money exchanges hands, and services like rituals and talismans are provided, so she would need to register as a sole proprietor.
Otherwise, frightening people would come looking for her, accusing her of tax evasion or illegal money laundering.
“Ahem.”
Park Mi-ryung cleared her throat, looking somewhat embarrassed as she spoke.
“As a Goblin Shaman, I have quite a few clients who run businesses. It might be helpful to both of you.”
“Oh, no, I haven’t really done anything special.”
A flustered Shin Jung-ah spoke up quickly, but Park Mi-ryung offered a gentle smile.
“You brought a great elder into your body for me.”
“Ah….”
“You will always be my benefactor.”
Shin Jung-ah nodded, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude, while Park Mi-ryung bowed deeply to express her thanks.
“If you ever need my help in the future, please contact me anytime.”
Unable to simply receive without giving, Shin Jung-ah pulled out her business card and handed it to Park Mi-ryung, and Park Mi-ryung shared her contact information in return.
“What about you? Don’t you have anything?”
Shin Yoseph, who had been quietly observing the exchange, tossed a question at me.
“I bought chicken, didn’t I?”
“Cheapskate.”
Shin Yoseph grumbled and stabbed at the remaining chicken on the plate with his fork.
The people at Shinjin Construction probably wouldn’t know.
A side of Shin Yoseph like this.
“Don’t laugh.”
Kang Hyung-seok was on the verge of silently lifting the corners of his mouth as he watched Shin Yoseph’s tongue flick upward in disdain.
‘Ah, that’s right.’
Suddenly, something he’d forgotten came flashing back like lightning and embedded itself in his mind.
***
That dawn.
【Horror Broadcast starting 3… 2… 1】
Pop.
“Hello! This is Yoon Sang.”
Yoon Sang, who had turned on the broadcast, carried a noticeably subdued energy compared to usual.
[Oppa, what’s going on? ㅠ]
[Didn’t you say you were getting reports about incidents in Gangwon Province?]
[Seems like it didn’t work out.]
[I heard there was a bizarre murder near there recently.]
Wow, that’s scary/creepy.
“Sigh.”
Yoon Sang exhaled deeply and took a sip of coffee.
[why. ㅠㅠ]
[You seem to be sighing a lot today.]
[Slump? Burnout?]
I’ve been running hard lately, you know.
Watching the endless stream of chat messages, Yoon Sang blinked slowly and took a sip of water.
“About those reports, well, you all saw the announcement, right? You don’t need to send any more reports now.”
[???]
[What, suddenly?]
[Didn’t you say you finished editing after getting the reports?]
Sensing the misunderstanding building strangely, he waved his hand dismissively and spoke urgently.
“No, that’s not it. To be honest, there’s simply no need anymore.”
[Ugh, you did the broadcast just to announce that?]
[Boring.]
[Tell us some other stories.]
[Any news about that hyung lately? He’s been quiet for a while.]
Yoon Sang gazed at the chat window with a bitter smile for a moment.
Then he nodded heavily, leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, and opened his mouth.
“Maybe so?”
[Oh!]
[Did something happen with that hyung recently?]
[If it had existed, it would have been announced a long time ago. lol]
“Actually, I did have a call with hyung yesterday.”
It was when Kang Hyung-seok and the others were pursuing the Oni.
Yoon Sang had received reports from Kang Hyung-seok about whether any incidents had occurred in Gangwon Province, and had even conducted personal investigations.
Nothing came up.
Still, he couldn’t take Kang Hyung-seok’s request lightly, so he’d mobilized every method at his disposal.
“I thought my help would be needed, but it turned out I wasn’t. Everything just wrapped up nicely, so… I guess I’m a little disappointed? That kind of feeling?”
Haha, that’s hilarious!
[Eyes turning red. lol]
“Ugh!”
Yoon Sang let out a groan, then slouched deeply in his chair and opened his mouth with a forlorn expression.
“But still! Who am I, after all? I’ve heard quite a lot from that hyung. I couldn’t tell you everything, but I even got permission to broadcast some of it!”
[Ooooh.]
[What did that hyung do this time?]
[Didn’t you say you missed each other before in that village with the snake?]
Yoon Sang smiled, pulling up the corners of his mouth, then continued.
“You love-struck folks out there can’t even imagine this. Ah, I really want to tell you everything, I really do, but it’s so sensitive that I just can’t. What a shame.”
[But you don’t look disappointed.]
[Tell us what you heard too.]
[I hate this suspenseful buildup.]
hahaha
The chat scrolled up rapidly.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
How could he say that a single factory had produced burial shrouds and cremation urns for twenty years, all tainted with spiritual corruption?
Knowing the repercussions would be enormous, Yoon Sang had to swallow the words even though he knew they’d help the broadcast.
“Do you remember when I investigated Rokurokuби together with that hyung before?”
[Yeah]
[You couldn’t go into detail back then either.]
[Wait? So the two are connected?]
“Yes, that’s right!”
Yoon Sang’s eyes gleamed as he snapped his fingers.
“There’s been someone doing strange things for a long time, and apparently this time they planted something else.”
[Oh….]
[Do you have photos?]
“I only heard about it, so I don’t have photos, but I can at least tell you what it was.”
The viewers’ reactions became as fierce as a hornet’s nest that had been disturbed.
But he didn’t have the ability to show photos that didn’t exist.
Above all, even if he did have them, he felt a strong conviction that they shouldn’t be made public.
“Military uniforms. Old Japanese Military uniforms that were buried in the ground, apparently.”
[Military uniforms…?]
[????]
[Didn’t you say you were getting reports about an incident that happened in Gangwon Province before?]
[Is this related to that?]
[Japanese Military ghosts wandering around? That’s creepy.]
Yoon Sang wanted to say it was an Oni, but his lips twitched instead.
[Yoon Sang, what do you know? Lol]
[Just tell us straight up.]
[It’s frustrating that nothing’s being revealed.]
“I’m not trying to hide anything either. But this is something only you all should know about.”
[…?]
[What is it?]
“I did research on materials, you know. I received tips too. So there’s one incident I found out about.”
[???]
[What happened?]
Yoon Sang deliberately opened his mouth a beat too late.
“I can’t tell you the exact location. But apparently that area had some rumors attached to it from way back.”
A kind of behind-the-scenes story.
The hidden side of an incident, a story that never surfaced to the world.
A story that might have sunk forever beneath the surface.
“About ten years ago? There was this really famous Shaman who performed something like a suppression ritual there and passed away.”
[???]
[Isn’t a suppression ritual the opposite of a spirit-descent ritual?]
“That’s just an example. Apparently it was a ritual to suppress spiritual energy or something like that.”
Yoon Sang looked directly at the camera and pressed his hand down from his chest as if pushing an invisible balloon.
“According to that Shaman, there was something really malevolent there, and they said that if it ever emerged, multiple people would die.”
[Wow….]
[Wait, so the bizarre murder case that happened this time was also…?]
[Nah, doesn’t seem like it.]
[Don’t speak ill of the deceased.]
[Right, right.]
[Keep the broadcast interesting!]
Yoon Sang read the chat with grateful eyes and lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile.
“Anyway, strangely enough, so many animals died in the Livestock Farm around that area. Especially young animals died a lot. From what I can tell, I think the young animals were more heavily affected by the malevolent energy because of their age.”
[Now it’s getting scary….]
[Unsettling.]
[I think I know where Yoon Sang is talking about.]
[My parents used to raise cattle there too, and when there was an epidemic back then, that area suffered particularly badly.]
[It doesn’t seem unrelated.]
“Anyway, I’ll stop here.”
[No, why? ㅠ]
[I just turned on the broadcast after so long….]
[Do a little more for us.]
Yoon Sang laughed bitterly.
But there was so little left to discuss that continuing the broadcast any further would yield nothing new to say.
“Well, I think it’s best we wrap up here for today. And if the opportunity comes up next time, I’d love to do another collaboration with that hyung or work together in some way!”
That’s very welcome. Haha.
[Can’t you just accidentally leak that hyung’s face just once? lol]
Click.
【Narakgamjigi has been forcibly removed from the broadcast.】
Hahahaha / LOL
If it’s something that hyung says, Yoon Sang would fall for it in a heartbeat lol
[I don’t think the face will be leaked until Yoon Sang retires from broadcasting. lol]
[That’s just something we have to accept.]
“Thank you for understanding.”
Yoon Sang waved at the camera with a smile on his face.
“I’m always grateful. Always appreciative, and always respectful. I’ll do my best to bring you even better broadcasts next time!”
[Bye bye]
[Bye bye]
[Good night.]
[See you]
Click.
【The broadcast has ended.】

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