An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 264

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Chapter 263
Part 5. Spreading Through the Bloodline (3)
Crinkle, crinkle.
From the back seat came the faint sound of Yoon Sang munching on a rice ball.
He wasn’t eating out of obligation—it would be nice if he could just relax and enjoy it.
Yoon Sang was moving the rice ball to his mouth with an expression as though he were committing some grave sin.
“Cough.”
Even when food went down the wrong pipe, he couldn’t cough loudly—not with Kang Hyung-seok and Kim Il-hong present.
Kim Il-hong had no appetite.
“You should eat something, at least.”
Kim Il-hong spoke with parched lips, but Kang Hyung-seok shook his head.
“I’m not in the mood.”
There was also a reason he didn’t want to remove the mask covering his face.
But the primary reason was that his appetite was just as absent as Kim Il-hong’s.
A low rumble.
Kang Hyung-seok glanced at the navigation system and exhaled through his nose.
We’d be arriving soon.
We’d driven far from Gwangju, Gyeonggi Province, and the navigation display now showed Yongin City.
We’d traveled deep into increasingly remote territory, passing through the New Apartment Complex.
“You are now approaching your destination. Navigation will end.”
At last, I arrived at the neighborhood where Kim Il-hong had once lived.
Thud.
Had everyone left this village due to redevelopment?
Or had the population simply withered away naturally in this rural area?
Either way, it was a desolate place devoid of people and light.
“Which house is it?”
I asked, observing the low buildings, the nearby mountain, and the retaining wall, while Kim Il-hong turned his body toward the village’s edge and answered.
“Just a short walk from here.”
I began walking behind Kim Il-hong, with Yoon Sang following from the car.
“Hyung.”
“What?”
“I’m just… sorry about all this.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Just… everything.”
Yoon Sang never expected things would escalate to this point.
He’d simply received a tip and accompanied Kang Hyung-seok with a light heart, as usual.
Even when we pulled the iron stake from the grave, he’d only thought how remarkable Kang Hyung-seok was, and everything seemed like it would be resolved quickly.
But not anymore.
Kim Il-hong, whose shoulders sagged as though he’d already witnessed enough horrors, walked ahead of us, leading the way.
How much more terrifying would the ordeal ahead be?
Crunch.
I placed my hand on Yoon Sang’s shoulder and shook my head briefly.
“It’ll be over soon. Then let’s grab a meal together without worry.”
“Hyung-nim….”
I shook my head again and followed Kim Il-hong’s footsteps.
We walked like that for quite some time toward the outskirts of the village.
Finally, Kim Il-hong came to a stop.
“Here it is.”
I looked at the house from beside Yoon Sang.
It had the appearance of an abandoned rural house.
The concrete walls were crumbling in patches, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds so densely they choked the ground.
The roof tiles had peeled away, and mold and water stains had claimed their territory in soot-black patches, with holes even piercing through in places.
Crunch.
I stepped into the courtyard.
At that same moment, the Shaman’s Bell hanging from my shoulder rang out.
Clang.
Through the Shaman’s Bell, my Guardian Spirit issued a warning.
A warning for what, I wondered.
What could possibly be here to warrant such caution.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
As I pushed through the overgrown weeds and made my way halfway across the courtyard, Kim Il-hong and Yoon Sang followed in my wake.
The setting sun scattered a blood-red glow across the sky in that fading hour of day.
Screeeeak.
As I pushed open the unlocked door, a stench assaulted us with overwhelming force.
Walls, ceiling, floor.
There wasn’t a surface untouched by the black mold.
Whether from rainwater or time itself, the wallpaper wept, and on the floor lay the mummified remains of rats and snakes, desiccated by years.
Crackle.
Kim Il-hong, stepping on fallen leaves that had crawled inside, exhaled through trembling lips.
This was the house where he once lived.
Memories should have surfaced, yet the desolation was so complete that his eyes held only bewilderment.
“Is that the room your mother used to occupy?”
I pointed to the innermost door, and Kim Il-hong, who had been surveying the house, immediately turned his gaze toward me.
He answered with a nod.
Squelch, squelch.
I stepped across the sticky linoleum, slick with water stains and mold, and stood before the blackened door.
Then I pulled out a tissue from my bag, wrapped it around the door handle, and slowly pushed the door open.
Clang clang clang clang clang.
The Shaman’s Bell rang out louder and faster.
I could sense the reason why.
“You don’t come into this room often, do you?”
Kang Hyung-seok asked, peering beyond the threshold, and Kim Il-hong’s answer came from behind.
“Yes? Yes.”
“Don’t come in.”
Kang Hyung-seok stepped into the room.
-Eeeaaeeeeee.
-Euaaaaack.
-Auu! Ahuheheehehe.
-Hehuhaaauaa!
-Uhahaha! Euhehehaha!
Multiple voices tangled together as if dozens of people were crying and laughing in a cave.
“Huuu.”
My breath froze white in the air.
The stench in the air wasn’t simply from mold.
It was the putrid reek of rotting blood and flesh.
Click.
Behind me, Yoon Sang’s camera shutter sounded and light spilled over, but I didn’t stop him.
There was something more pressing to focus on.
‘Where is it. Where could it be.’
The shadow looming over Kim Il-hong’s family.
What Kim Il-hong’s mother had tried to hide.
The thing that had killed his brother and could endanger his son.
Where was it?
Gulp.
Kang Hyung-seok swallowed dryly and pulled the Shaman’s Bell and a ritual knife from his bag.
As the sun set, even with windows present, the interior sank into deep darkness.
Clang.
In that room, Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell.
“Heaven and earth shine bright, heaven and earth in perfect harmony, yin and yang in balance, sun and moon and stars in order, White Fox above, celestial order maintained, spring and summer, autumn and winter, four seasons in balance, year and month and day and hour, all times in order.”
The laughter ceased.
Yoon Sang finally pulled a lantern from his bag with an expression that said something was beginning, while Kim Il-hong clenched and unclenched his damp fists, biting his lower lip.
There was fear from the space and atmosphere itself, but also because the image of Kang Hyung-seok overlapped with that of his mother, who had been a Shaman.
“In the east, the blue emperor’s order, in the south, the red emperor’s order, in the west, the white emperor’s order, in the north, the black emperor’s order, in the center, the yellow emperor’s order, the twelve divine generals in order.”
Clang clang clang clang.
Kang Hyung-seok recited the purification prayer while shaking the Shaman’s Bell.
Rather than focusing in one direction, I moved the bell back and forth, searching for something hidden.
“All four directions and eight directions, twenty-four directions in order, the Big Dipper in order, the sixty heavenly stems and earthly branches in order, heaven’s dragons and earth’s spirits in order, mountain gods and immortal kings in order.”
That was when it happened.
Creak!
At the sudden sound, Kang Hyung-seok stopped shaking the Shaman’s Bell.
Kim Il-hong and Yoon Sang held their breath as they watched Kang Hyung-seok, who now shook the Shaman’s Bell in the Dark Room that had grown as black as midnight.
Clang, creak!
The Shaman’s Bell and the creaking sound echoed in perfect synchronization.
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Kang Hyung-seok walked in the direction of the sound.
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Kang Hyung-seok moved toward the direction of the sound.
As he did, he glanced back at Kim Il-hong, who merely shook his head while staring at the ceiling where the sound had come from.
What could it mean?
Did he not know himself?
Or was he trying to say not to approach?
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“Yoonsang.”
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Yoon Sang hurriedly used a lantern to light up Kang Hyeong-seok’s back.
I’d be better able to help you.
Clang, creak!
The sound came from the wall directly ahead.
Flash!
Yoon Sang fired his flash from behind, taking a photograph, while Kang Hyung-seok struck the direction of the sound with his ritual knife.
In that instant, I understood.
“Yoon Sang.”
“…Yes?”
Yoon Sang, who hadn’t expected to be called, responded in a flustered tone, and Kang Hyung-seok opened his mouth while keeping his gaze fixed on the wall.
“Shine the lantern here.”
“Ah, yes, yes!”
Yoon Sang quickly illuminated behind Kang Hyung-seok with the lantern.
Shadows and light cast across the wall surface, blackened by mold.
Kang Hyung-seok swallowed hard and scraped the wall with his ritual knife.
That was when it happened.
Thunk.
The blade pierced through the wallpaper, and as Kim Il-hong’s pupils trembled,
Screech!
Kang Hyung-seok tore the wallpaper through the gap.
And whenever the blade caught, he changed direction and scraped the wallpaper again.
The blade caught four times.
“…What is it?”
Kim Il-hong asked in a hollow voice, and Kang Hyung-seok stepped back from the wall.
A rectangle carved by the ritual knife was now clearly visible on the wall surface.
“We need to check.”
Rip, tear, tear!
As Kang Hyung-seok tore away the wallpaper, a decayed wooden door was revealed.
An attic.
A space created by blocking off the ceiling.
“Wait, just a moment. Just a moment, hyung!”
Yoon Sang left briefly with the lantern and returned shortly after.
“There’s a bathroom next door! Connected to this room! The ceiling is low!”
So this meant the bathroom ceiling had been deliberately lowered when the house was first built, creating a hidden space.
Gulp.
Kang Hyung-seok swallowed hard enough to feel his Adam’s apple move, then yanked the door open.
“Yoon Sang, the lantern!”
“Yes!”
Yoon Sang handed him the lantern, while Kim Il-hong stared blankly at the two of them like a man whose mind had fled his body.
His entire frame trembled like an aspen leaf.
Thud, whoosh!
Kang Hyung-seok hurled himself toward the attic, and despite his limbs shaking, Yoon Sang pushed his feet up from below.
“Be careful, hyung.”
“Yoon Sang.”
“Y-yes…?”
Clinging to the wall, I looked down at Yoon Sang and Kim Il-hong in turn before continuing.
“If things go south, run.”
Yoon Sang and Kim Il-hong.
Watching their faces harden, I turned my gaze toward the attic.
A small storage space created by sacrificing the ceiling cavity.
The height was so low that an adult man would have to crawl through.
“Haaah.”
I exhaled a breath turning white with frost, then pushed my body into the narrow, damp, and murky attic.
Screech.
The lantern, gripped alongside the ritual knife, scraped against the floor with a metallic screech.
The air was stale and thick with the stench of mold—even through my mask, the foul odor pressed in.
Yet I continued pushing deeper into the attic.
Screech, screech, screech.
With each forward movement, the fine hairs on my forearms bristled, and my hair stood on end.
What had the dead Shaman hidden in this house?
What had been so desperate to conceal that it required wallpaper to cover it?
Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.
At the sudden sound of dry paper scraping, I froze my extended arm.
Clang, clang, clang!
Shaman’s Bell rang violently, yet nothing was visible.
I drew ragged breaths through my nose and extended the lantern forward.
Strong light spilled forth, illuminating the attic’s interior that had been swallowed by darkness.

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