An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 246

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Chapter 246
Part 6. The Fox Drive (3)
Kang Hyung-seok and Hong Kyung-soo gazed silently up at the Jangsan Tiger.
A pale, luminous moon hung behind the Jangsan Tiger’s massive form.
Whoooosh!
The rushing wind pushed against the tree branches, and the Jangsan Tiger’s fur rippled in response.
Without the Jangsan Tiger, the scene would have been utterly ordinary.
Crunch, crunch-crunch.
Yet there stood the Jangsan Tiger, devouring a calf.
Splat!
The severed leg of the calf dropped to the ground with a sound like a water balloon bursting.
As Kang Hyung-seok’s gaze shifted to the calf, he felt his blood run cold.
For some reason, that leg seemed to overlap with his own head in his mind’s eye.
“Donggwan.”
Hong Kyung-soo, still keeping his eyes fixed on the Jangsan Tiger, spoke in a voice barely audible to him alone.
Then he conveyed his thoughts through a glance.
Prepare the ritual as quietly as possible.
Kang Hyung-seok nodded, and with careful, measured breaths, he drew out his ritual blade and the Shaman’s Bell.
Meanwhile, Hong Kyung-soo adjusted his grip on the stake.
He remained perched atop the straw effigy, his gaze never leaving the Jangsan Tiger.
Crunch-crunch! Snap-snap! Crack, crackle-crackle!
The Jangsan Tiger was nearly finished consuming the calf.
And when the last remains fell to the ground, the Jangsan Tiger twisted its blood-soaked, glistening black lips into a grimace.
“Wonshi Jogi Boha Mansin Sangje Yuchik Ryeong-a Tongyeong.”
At the Jangsan Tiger’s voice—like metal being scraped—Kang Hyung-seok felt his facial muscles go slack.
‘An incantation…?’
And a communication incantation at that.
“Tongshin Rae Joa, Tongshin Rae Joa, Tongshin Rae Joa.”
It was reciting an incantation to commune with the divine—right before two Shamans, Hong Kyung-soo and Kang Hyung-seok.
The intent was so transparent that Kang Hyung-seok’s eye twitched.
The Jangsan Tiger was searching.
Searching for Hong Kyung-soo and Kang Hyung-seok, who served the divine.
“Samsi Myeol-i Gujuk Mangryang Oecheong Naejeong Gugyul Gwangmyeong Seonsin Chul-eum.”
They had to act immediately.
They had to do something before the Jangsan Tiger found them.
Kang Hyung-seok shifted his gaze to Hong Kyung-soo, but he only glared at the Jangsan Tiger with eyes wide and fierce.
“Obong Sangje Chikryeong Sokchul-eum-seong.”
The Jangsan Tiger, speaking in a chilling voice, slowly lowered its head.
Then, with eyes obscured by talismans, it stared toward where Kang Hyung-seok and Hong Kyung-soo stood, and concluded the communication incantation.
“Om Geup-geup Yeoryul Ryeong Sabaha.”
As Jangsan Tiger finished the incantation, the corners of his black mouth curled upward.
His jaws gaped wide, and blood-stained fangs gleamed in the moonlight.
Jangsan Tiger had found them.
“Damn it.”
Kang Hyung-seok muttered the curse like a sigh.
Crack-crack-crack!
Jangsan Tiger descended the wooden pillar in a blur, moving like he was racing down a slope.
“Hong Kyung-soo, Shaman!”
Kang Hyung-seok shouted urgently, and Hong Kyung-soo’s hand shot upward.
At the same moment, Jangsan Tiger lunged between them.
Thud!
Hong Kyung-soo, grazed by Jangsan Tiger, tumbled backward, and the pig carcass shaped like a human figure rolled across the ground.
Whoosh!
Sparks scattered from the campfire caught in the wind, and Kang Hyung-seok’s trembling gaze shifted toward Jangsan Tiger.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
With Hong Kyung-soo’s blood smeared across it, Jangsan Tiger shook the pig carcass violently from side to side like a madman.
Each violent shake tore the carcass—held together by thread and iron rods—into fragments that scattered.
“Grab it!”
Hong Kyung-soo staggered and shouted loudly, while Kang Hyung-seok exhaled hot breath through the chaos.
There was much he wanted to argue about, and even more he wanted to ask.
Why was he just standing there doing nothing?
Still.
Jangsan Tiger, still holding the pig carcass with only its torso remaining, turned to face Hong Kyung-soo.
Drop.
Realizing that what he held was not a human, Jangsan Tiger released the pig carcass.
Then he twisted his black lips into a snarl.
“This isn’t it.”
The palpable murderous intent and hostility radiating from Jangsan Tiger pierced my skin like needles, pricking my nerves.
Thump, thump.
Jangsan Tiger began advancing toward Hong Kyung-soo, and Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell vigorously.
At the same moment, Jangsan Tiger’s head turned toward him.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Yet Kang Hyung-seok did not stop shaking the Shaman’s Bell.
“By the authority of the Jade Emperor.”
I had to bind it.
And I had to destroy it.
Holding only these thoughts, I continued the Iron Net Incantation.
“Crimson Spirit Iron Armor, Commanding General of Ghosts, Jade Emperor’s Lion Spirit, Iron Net Commander, Celestial Lion Spirit, Iron Net Commander, Heavenly River Great Primordial, Iron Net Commander.”
An incantation used when binding malevolent entities within an iron net or seeking to eliminate them.
It had the effect of binding the feet in place.
Clank!
The iron mirror took effect, halting the Jangsan Tiger’s advance toward me.
“Keeeeee.”
The Jangsan Tiger, emitting a sound like fingernails scraping metal, began moving its lips as if mimicking me.
No sound emerged.
Yet it didn’t seem to be uttering ordinary curses, imitating someone’s voice, or reciting scripture.
‘What is this?’
The moment I realized it was doing something transcended thought—it became pure instinct.
Mist radiated outward from the Jangsan Tiger’s body.
The thick Mist swiftly engulfed the creature’s form, spreading further until it consumed even the campfire’s existence.
The old fox’s sorcery.
And the power of the White Fox’s incantation.
Clang, clang, clang.
I shook the Shaman’s Bell to disperse the Mist, but it produced only a dull metallic sound.
‘Damn it.’
I glanced rapidly around, yet the thick Mist obscured everything.
I couldn’t call out to Hong Kyung-soo either.
I couldn’t hastily recite scripture.
It might summon the Jangsan Tiger.
Crunch.
I walked slowly through the Mist, my focus concentrated on the spirit blade.
I aimed toward where the Jangsan Tiger had been, yet in the deep night with Mist so thick, I couldn’t be certain my direction was correct.
After taking ten steps, it happened.
“What? What is this?”
An unfamiliar voice seized my attention.
“What are you doing over there? Why is there so much smoke?”
A villager?
Or the Jangsan Tiger?
Unable to be certain of either, I hesitated as the unfamiliar voice continued.
“Is anyone there?”
Then came footsteps.
I was losing my mind.
I couldn’t be certain whether that was actually a person or the Jangsan Tiger.
‘Damn it all.’
If it were a person, they might be devoured by the Jangsan Tiger.
But if it were the Jangsan Tiger, it might be trying to lure me in.
‘Damn, damn, damn.’
The moment I clenched my teeth.
“Dong-gwan!”
Hong Kyung-soo’s voice reached me from a distance.
“Don’t believe it! That’s not human!”
Hong Kyung-soo’s voice came from a completely different direction than before.
I shifted my gaze toward him, and in that moment, I tried to move in his direction.
A snow-white mass wandering through the mist became faintly visible.
“The Jangsan Tiger is roaming around! The bastard is mimicking our voices. Since it’s a creature that uses sorcery, don’t trust anything!”
I swallowed dryly without making a sound.
Hong Kyung-soo also knows what the Jangsan Tiger is.
For such a person to shout a warning of danger meant something.
‘It’s not real.’
At that moment, I heard the Jangsan Tiger—barely visible through the sparse mist—charging toward the direction of Hong Kyung-soo’s voice.
Thud-thud-thud-crack!
“Krraaaagh! Ahhh! Aaaaaaahhh!”
A scream so wretched it was horrifying echoed out, yet I only clenched my teeth.
It was all a lie.
All illusion, sorcery, and tricks.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-crack!
“Gack, cough, gack! Gruuugh!”
Hong Kyung-soo made the sound of his life being snuffed out.
Conversely, I felt my mind growing calm.
The thought that it wasn’t Hong Kyung-soo had already taken root in my mind.
Crunch-crunch, thud-crack, crack! Crack-crack.
I carefully moved my steps toward the source of the sound without making noise.
The mist was created by the Jangsan Tiger, and those sounds were also its scheme.
It calls to me.
It tries to deceive me.
Crunch, crunch.
As I moved forward gripping the Shaman’s Blade firmly, I felt an eerie chill seize the back of my neck.
Clang-clang-clang.
The Shaman’s Bell rang with a dull metallic sound, and I immediately spun around and swung the Shaman’s Blade.
There was the Jangsan Tiger.
Whoosh!
The Shaman’s Blade sharpened its edge according to my will, but it could not pierce the Jangsan Tiger’s hide.
Thud!
The Jangsan Tiger mounted on top of me let out a roar.
The Jangsan Tiger was far too close.
The beast’s stench, venom, and heat pouring from its mouth touched my skin.
The Jangsan Tiger laughed.
It was the sound of multiple people laughing simultaneously.
A man, a woman, an old man, a child.
Among them were the voices of both myself and Hong Kyung-soo.
Jangsan Tiger, who had been laughing with his body convulsing, abruptly ceased his mirth and opened his massive jaws wide.
Sharp fangs, a reek pouring forth.
And embedded near his vocal cords—the White Fox’s Tome.
The book drew closer because Jangsan Tiger’s jaws were closing in on Kang Hyung-seok’s head.
It was then.
Whoooooosh!
A sudden wind erupted from the heavens.
The wind descending from the Mountain was no ordinary breeze.
It was conjured by one who protected Kang Hyung-seok, carrying within it sacred power.
“…You serpent whelp.”
Jangsan Tiger froze mid-motion, his head tilted skyward as he muttered the words.
Even as he spoke, the wind swept away the Mist that Jangsan Tiger had woven, laying bare everything around them.
The stranger who had first summoned Kang Hyung-seok was nowhere to be found.
Instead, there was a campfire, a wooden barrel brimming with liquor, scattered heaps of straw, and Hong Kyung-soo with his forehead split open.
“You damned bastard….”
In that brief span, Hong Kyung-soo, who had been struck once within the Mist, wiped the blood covering his face with his left hand.
Then, fixing his gaze squarely upon Jangsan Tiger, he brought a stake to bear against the straw effigy with only its head remaining, and swung his right arm with tremendous force to drive it home.
Craaaaaack!
As the stake pierced through, Jangsan Tiger’s head snapped sideways and he released a shriek like fingernails scraping across a chalkboard.

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