An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 292

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Chapter 291
Part 7. You Called Them Possessed Persons (3)
Night fell.
In Shin Yoseph’s car, the two of us waited until darkness descended.
Why go to such lengths?
It wasn’t as though legs would sprout from the Mountain and carry the body away, nor would the corpse in the coffin suddenly rise and flee somewhere.
The doubt that suddenly surfaced in my mind was dismissed with a shake of my head.
“What?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Want to grab something to eat?”
Without appetite, I conveyed my refusal with a shake of my head.
“Yeah, there’s nowhere decent to eat around here anyway.”
Shin Yoseph’s lukewarm response stemmed from more than just lack of hunger.
Inside the Mountain Cabin, a stench permeated everything.
No matter what we ate, it would make us want to retch it back up—such was the reek.
We’d have to return to the Mountain Cabin soon, and the very act of putting something in my stomach felt repugnant.
“I exchanged messages with your Manager. He said there’s something in progress that he wanted to discuss with you.”
“Did you understand?”
“Remember what I mentioned before? About preparing for business expansion into the Hotel sector.”
“Ah, right.”
Since they’d even made pamphlets, the business preparations seemed to be progressing well.
“Construction’s already underway. The bulk order of insulation materials we placed recently—that’s for the project.”
“Is that so?”
“Depending on how things develop, we’ll go public and issue stock. That’s why I’m bringing this up—you should get in on it too.”
Shin Yoseph spoke in a voice as calm as the quiet interior of the car.
“Me?”
“You’ve been through enough. You should secure something for yourself. We’ll be distributing dividends, so it won’t be bad. I’m planning to set your share at around twenty million won annually.”
“What, suddenly?”
“Why? Not enough?”
It couldn’t possibly be insufficient.
It was the same as getting a twenty-million-won raise without overtime—what salaried worker wouldn’t be satisfied?
What bothered me was Shin Yoseph’s true intention behind this sudden proposal.
“I told you. If you’ve suffered, you deserve compensation for it.”
Shin Yoseph lit a cigarette and rolled down the Window.
He lit it and exhaled a long plume of smoke like a sigh out into the night.
I watched him in silence.
My suffering was difficult for the world to acknowledge.
Compensation rarely followed.
So he was saying he’d fill that gap himself, yet one question grew in presence like the cigarette smoke spreading through the car.
‘And you?’
Would I be able to obtain the reward at the end of this ordeal?
As Kang Hyung-seok swallowed the doubt crumbling like breadcrumbs in his mouth, Shin Yoseph twisted one corner of his lips upward.
“Get promoted quickly. If you had a position with decent pay, I wouldn’t have to worry about things like this.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Don’t you want to become a Manager?”
“I was only recently a Deputy Manager.”
“Good grief.”
It was the moment Kang Hyung-seok was about to turn his head to look at him, irritated by the subtly grating tone of his words.
“What is it?”
Kang Hyung-seok leaned forward and gazed through the windshield, and Shin Yoseph followed suit, staring straight ahead before his lips twisted.
“Damn it, what the hell is that?”
Without anyone needing to say it first, they both got out of the car.
The light was on the mountainside.
Around the Mountain Cabin, no less.
A light that hadn’t existed moments before now shone so clearly it was visible even from far below the Mountain.
Thud! Crackle, crackle.
The two men quickly gathered their belongings and rushed up the Mountain.
Behind him, Shin Yoseph breathed heavily, and Kang Hyung-seok extended his hand to him.
He then grabbed him by the collar and dragged him forward, sprinting toward the Mountain Cabin.
‘Damn it, a Ritual Ceremony Ground.’
The Possessed Person and the deceased were said to be Catholic.
So no one would have commissioned this, yet clearly some nearby Shaman sensed something and was attempting to perform a ritual for some reason.
Whether the intention was impious or benevolent, either way it was a problem.
This was not something an ordinary Shaman could handle.
Boom boom boom boom!
The sound of the drum played by the Musicians seemed to quicken their pace even more.
‘This can’t happen. It mustn’t.’
The ritual beginning.
Stimulating the entity inside the Mountain Cabin.
“Damn it!”
Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
Kang Hyung-seok ran up the Mountain even more urgently, enough to make Shin Yoseph groan, and soon the sound of chanting and the clang of metal rang out.
The Ritual Ceremony Ground had begun.
The pungent scent of incense assaulted the nostrils.
The sound of sacred rope swaying in the wind.
The slow, measured rhythm of the drum.
“Huh, huh-huh-huh.”
The Shaman’s voice entering a trance state.
Boom boom boom boom.
The drum sound was clearly meant to summon a spirit, yet it was Kang Hyung-seok who came running.
“Stop!”
The moment the Ritual Ceremony Ground entered his field of vision, Kang Hyung-seok shouted loudly, and his eyes met those of the Musicians holding the drumsticks.
Kang Hyung-seok abandoned Shin Yoseph and ran forward first.
Then he leaped over the sacred rope and kicked away the smoldering fire laid on the ground.
Crack! Whoosh!
Sparks scattered in all directions like fireworks exploding, and the startled Musicians tumbled backward.
“W-w-what! Who are you!”
As the scattered embers crackled and died down around the space, Kang Hyung-seok breathed heavily.
Then his gaze shifted to the Shaman dressed in colorful ceremonial robes.
Never had Kang Hyung-seok hoped more fervently to face a false Shaman.
Let her be a fake.
Not a real Shaman like Heo-ju, but a charlatan without even a trace of spiritual power.
Yet his desperate wish was cruelly answered—she was genuine, possessed by a spirit.
“Gasp! Ugh!”
The moment their eyes met, the Shaman cried out in terror and collapsed, and the Shaman’s Bell in her hand trembled violently.
Fortunately, the spirit had not entered her body.
In that darkness, among the trees, it merely watched her.
As if afraid to be in this place.
“…Stand down.”
When Kang Hyung-seok spoke in a low voice, the Musicians set down the drumsticks and rose.
“W-what is this! How dare you! This is a sacred Ritual Ceremony Ground!”
The Musicians, unaware of what Kang Hyung-seok truly was, even raised their voice in protest.
“P-please, be quiet! I beg you!”
Then the Shaman, pale as death, stopped him, and the Musicians flinched, bewildered by the situation itself.
Understandably so.
How could an outsider know?
Setting aside what Kang Hyung-seok’s Guardian Spirit truly was, if the Ritual Ceremony Ground hadn’t been disrupted, both the Shaman and these Musicians would have died.
A subtle shift.
Kang Hyung-seok looked at the dim Mountain Cabin, then turned his gaze to the Shaman and Musicians.
He watched the two of them for a long time, both reacting sensitively to his every small movement.
“Gasp, pant!”
Shin Yoseph, who had only now arrived, breathed heavily with a pale face, yet Kang Hyung-seok’s gaze and attention were not directed toward him.
Having completely seized control of the situation, atmosphere, and mood, Kang Hyung-seok surveyed his surroundings with piercing eyes and opened his mouth.
“A celestial being has descended.”
“A-a celestial being?”
The Musicians spoke, and the Shaman cast a resentful glance begging him to be silent, while Kang Hyung-seok nodded gravely.
“The Jade Emperor’s Lion Spirit Guide, White Fox General of the White Horse, Left and Right Messengers, and the Great General of Ghosts.”
A sacred invocation.
The Musicians stared at Kang Hyung-seok in confusion as he recited the invocation without even properly opening a Ritual Ceremony Ground.
Yet Kang Hyung-seok paid him no mind, flinging open his bag instead.
He withdrew the Shaman’s Bell and continued his incantation.
“Tae Sa Yeong Jun, expel evil great general. Cheon Tae Ju Sal, expel evil great general. Cheon Sang Ju Won, expel evil great general. Ji Ha Ju Won, expel evil great general.”
The True Name Expulsion Scripture.
The aura of death clung to the upper realm, and this essence transferred wherever the Lion Spirit Guide dwelled.
The sinister energy emanating from funeral halls, scenes of solitary death, or accident sites—it had been targeting the Shaman all along.
Chatter-chatter-chatter.
The Shaman’s teeth clacked together as her body went rigid and flat, while Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell toward her.
“Sun Moon Eastern Direction, expel evil great general. Seasons Western Direction, expel evil great general. Four Seasons Auspicious Hour, expel evil great general. Twenty-Eight Mansions, expel evil great general.”
Whiiiing.
Kang Hyung-seok pressed onward with his chanting, unmindful of the blade-sharp wind that howled as if to sever bone, and his Guardian Spirit gradually descended upon him.
As full possession took hold, even the Musicians sensed something extraordinary and lowered their gaze to the ground.
“Flame Arrow Binding, Fire God Great General. Shang Hai Earth God, Earth God Great General. Greedy Wolf Seven Stars, First Rank Great General.”
That was when it happened.
The Shaman’s trembling ceased.
Then her hands seized her own throat, and Kang Hyung-seok quickly scanned the surroundings, spotting a pouch of salt near the Musicians.
Crack!
Grabbing a large handful of salt, Kang Hyung-seok rushed toward the Shaman and seized both her cheeks with one hand, squeezing them open.
Then he shoved the salt into her gaping mouth.
“Ugh, uh-uh-uh!”
The startled Musicians moved toward him, but Shin Yoseph grabbed his shoulder.
Then he shook his head heavily.
Kang Hyung-seok could not be stopped now.
The Musicians stood confused, caught between the unmistakable message conveyed through his piercing gaze, unable to move either way.
“Uurgh! Uuuu-uurgh!”
The Shaman gagged, her body curling into a ball.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell above her head.
I had to drive it out.
The death aura, the cursed essence of that mountain cabin—all of it had to be purged.
“Azure Dragon Divine General, Vermillion Sparrow Divine General, Qilin Divine General, Winged Snake Divine General, White Fox Divine General, Black Tortoise Divine General, Western White Divine General, Divine Name Divine General, Document Divine General, Brother Divine General, Sister-in-Law Divine General, Descendant Divine General.”
“Uurgh! Uuuu-uurgh!”
The Shaman writhed in agony, trying to pry Kang Hyung-seok’s hand away from her mouth.
But Kang Hyung-seok only pressed the salt deeper, ensuring none fell from her lips, as he recited the final verses of the scripture.
“Official Ghost Divine General, Establishing World Divine General, Establishing Moon Divine General, Establishing Day Divine General, Establishing Hour Divine General, First Suffering Divine General, Moon Suffering Divine General, Hour Calamity Divine General, Original Sha Descend Upon Us, We Humbly Beseech!”
It happened immediately after.
Surge!
Black liquid rose from the Shaman’s mouth, mixing with the salt.
The stench wafting from the black liquid seeping between Kang Hyung-seok’s fingers was familiar.
The same reek that had emanated from within the mountain cabin.
That stench was like the black liquid pouring from the Shaman’s mouth in waves.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The Shaman shoved away Kang Hyung-seok’s hands, which had been clamped over his mouth.
Then, clutching his throat, he staggered backward until his back struck a tree and his feet finally stopped.
“Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The faint glow of scattered embers on the ground cast a dim light across the surroundings.
And in that murky illumination, the Shaman’s mouth opened wide.
Slick, slick.
At what flowed from the Shaman’s lips, the Musicians’ face drained of all color as he collapsed to the ground.
Unable to scream or cry out, his gaping mouth trembled as his gaze fixed on the centipede.
That massive centipede from within the coffin at the mountain cabin was crawling down the Shaman’s body.
Slick, slick, slick.
Drenched in black liquid from head to tail, the centipede wandered as if searching for a path, then turned toward the Musicians.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
As the terrified Musicians scrambled to flee, Kang Hyung-seok stomped on the centipede’s head and crushed it.
The severed body convulsed, its segments twitching against his shoe.
A suffocating silence fell, and only when the centipede’s body finally stilled did Kang Hyung-seok turn his gaze toward the Shaman and the Musicians.
I had so many questions.
Why they had attempted to perform a ritual here.
What reason brought them to this place.
Whether he understood his thoughts or not, the Shaman, collapsed on the ground, was spitting up blood foam.

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