An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 320

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Chapter 320
Part 2. What Transpired in That Desolate Place (2)
Crackle.
Yoon Sang hadn’t uttered a single word while passing through the First Floor.
He knew well enough that for Internet Broadcasting, speaking was preferable to silence. Yet the damp, oppressive air of the Abandoned School possessed a suffocating weight that made it nearly impossible to find his voice.
Click.
I switched on the lantern hanging from my chest strap and swept its faint beam across the interior of the School, exhaling shallow breaths through my nose.
Then I forced out words that barely escaped my throat.
“Fortunately, there don’t seem to be any vagrants or corpses. Now I’m going to explore more thoroughly.”
I glanced back at Kang Hyung-seok, my eyes asking silently if it was safe to ascend, and he answered with a nod.
Thud, thud.
As we stepped onto the staircase that countless students had once used, we were about to climb to the Second Floor when—
Crash! Rumble!
A deafening sound echoed from the Second Floor, and I gasped, gripping the railing tightly.
Thump!
Kang Hyung-seok, following behind, quickly steadied my back and prevented me from falling, while the chat window flooded with confused reactions.
[What was that sound?]
[Fake, right?]
[Nah, Yoon Sang doesn’t have it in him to fake things.]
[He’s actually pretty timid, lol.]
[Yoon Sang’s thing is being straightforward without any tricks.]
[But seriously, what was that sound?]
“H-hyung.”
I turned my trembling face backward,
Boom boom boom!
Another loud crash sounded from above.
An Abandoned School after sunset.
The thick dust blanketing the floor bore no footprints—no sign that anyone had entered—and that sound threatened to shatter my sanity.
Thud.
Kang Hyung-seok’s eyes reassured me as he gave my back a gentle push, and I began climbing the stairs with a deathly pale face.
Then I advanced toward the source of the sound, leading with my laptop camera like a protective talisman.
Bang!
Another sound reached my ears, and though I flinched, my trembling feet never stopped moving.
Because I trusted Kang Hyung-seok that much.
“It sounds like that Classroom over there.”
I clutched the laptop to my chest like a guardian charm and approached the Classroom door, opening it when—
[Oh.]
[???]
[What the hell.]
[What is that.]
[?????]
[????]
[Get out.]
[You’ll be cursed. Get out now.]
[Come out right now.]
With the laptop camera pointed straight ahead, Yoon Sang couldn’t read the chat messages.
But he didn’t need to see them to understand what they said.
“…hyung.”
Kang Hyung-seok was seeing it too.
Mannequin-like dolls huddled together in the center of the classroom with desks pushed to the corners.
Human-shaped figures wrapped tightly in white cloth and bound with rope stood in a circle, watching each other.
Thud.
“Huh? Huh?”
Yoon Sang quickly turned the laptop, but the camera only caught Kang Hyung-seok’s arm brushing past as he approached the dolls.
[He’s insane.]
[It’s hyung.]
[Thud thud thud thud]
[Hyung’s stepping up.]
Kang Hyung-seok stood silently before the doll and gazed down at the dust accumulated on its crown and shoulders. The lantern hanging from Yoon Sang’s body cast a soft bluish-white light, and there were no footprints or anything else of note around it.
Flutter, flutter.
Wind from the broken window rattled the cloth covering the doll, and Kang Hyung-seok drew his utility knife and cut the rope.
Thunk!
As if the rope had been waiting for centuries to be undone, white cloth cascaded down, revealing the mannequin’s true form.
“…hah.”
Kang Hyung-seok stepped back, turning toward Yoon Sang.
Understanding his intent, Yoon Sang aimed the laptop camera at the doll, and the chat erupted with reactions mirroring Yoon Sang’s expression.
[…what is that.]
[Looks like a talisman.]
[This isn’t fake, right?]
[Not fake. My dogs at home went crazy barking.]
[People with weak spirits should leave the broadcast.]
[Seriously, people who are easily possessed should get out now, and rinse your mouth with salt water.]
[You two should come out quickly too.]
What the viewers saw through the camera was the mannequin’s original form, previously hidden under cloth.
A stench buried beneath the musty smell of dust.
Black cracks etched across its grayish exterior.
And a talisman affixed to its face.
Most horrifying was what looked like paint or dye—or perhaps blood—dripping down from the crown of its head to its chest.
“Someone performed a ritual here.”
Yoon Sang, whose attention had been on the mannequin, suddenly shifted his gaze to Kang Hyung-seok.
“Hey, are you saying it’s a curse?”
“A curse.”
As Yoon Sang’s face froze, the chat window also slowed its response, and I rubbed my canines against my tongue while surveying the interior of the Classroom.
A foul taste lingered in my mouth.
“I thought something was off. It didn’t show much from outside, but there’s definitely something here. This isn’t an Abandoned School. It’s a cursed one.”
“Th-that’s what you mean?”
With the chat window frozen and ready to listen intently, I opened my mouth while looking at the mannequin.
“I need to perform a ritual.”
“A ritual…?”
“If I hadn’t known, it would be different. But now that I do, I can’t just leave it.”
Yoon Sang swallowed dryly and glanced at the chat window.
Reactions saying something big was coming.
Reactions saying the hyung was finally doing something.
And reactions of fear poured in, with viewers now exceeding 4,800.
“What do you want to do?”
“Y-yes?”
“Something dangerous might emerge. If it seems risky, wait in the car.”
“N-no. No. I’m coming with you. I’ll stay here, hyung.”
It wasn’t just because of the broadcast.
He was clearly aware that I was helping him, and he also knew this was an opportunity that rarely came along in his broadcasting career.
As Yoon Sang nodded frantically with intense eyes, I cut through the cloth binding the other mannequins with my ritual knife, one by one.
Snip, snip, snip.
The old cord snapped the moment it touched the ritual knife, and white cloth cascaded down as Yoon Sang filmed each mannequin as it was revealed.
Though I hadn’t spoken yet, a single word had taken root in my mind with striking intensity.
Mannequins of different sizes, mixed genders.
They looked as though they symbolized a family.
Crash!
As if I couldn’t leave something so sinister in this world, I toppled the mannequin and shattered it.
Meanwhile, Yoon Sang shifted his gaze and the laptop camera to the floor.
[Ah.]
[Drag marks….]
[Ahhh.]
The loud sounds I’d heard just before arriving here.
Could it have been these mannequins that made those sounds?
Though I knew it was an absurd thought, the drag marks on the floor were clearly fresh, so Yoon Sang couldn’t say anything.
Crash!
As the mannequins shattered one by one to break the curse’s hold, Yoon Sang averted his gaze.
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Crunch, crunch.
After taking a ten-minute break outside the school, Kang Hyung-seok and Yoon Sang stepped back into the building.
Not much time had passed.
Yet the sight of the mannequin’s ravaged form had shifted both their hearts and the atmosphere considerably from before.
Even the emotions reflected in their eyes had changed.
“Hyung-nim, this won’t be dangerous, will it?”
“If we leave it alone, it will become that way.”
Kang Hyung-seok spoke matter-of-factly, but his words reached Yoon Sang and the viewers with an unsettling chill.
“Feeding spirits is fundamentally performed in places with strong yin energy. And once you perform it, the yin energy only grows stronger.”
“…Hyung-nim, then. Do we just need to find another mannequin or something like that?”
Kang Hyung-seok glanced briefly at Yoon Sang, then looked ahead and shook his head.
“It won’t be a mannequin.”
“Then….”
“It will be something far more sinister.”
Yoon Sang squeezed his eyes shut, and the chat began to cautiously bloom with viewers exchanging theories about what it could possibly be.
Whoooosh!
Then, as Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell, the chat abruptly slowed, and Yoon Sang swallowed hard, breathing with deliberate caution.
Whiiiiit!
In the dim school, Kang Hyung-seok alternated between whistling and shaking the Shaman’s Bell as he walked slowly forward.
To search.
To find where the source of this sinister presence was rooted.
To discover where whoever performed the feeding ritual had hidden something of sorcerous nature.
“By the Chakgui Scripture as origin. Six Realms Deities, Six Jia Deities, Qimen Deities, Palmun Deities, Five Directions Five Spirits Deities, Six Paths War Methods.”
Completely commanding and overwhelming not just the broadcast but the situation itself, Kang Hyung-seok moved with measured steps along the corridor.
Yoon Sang naturally followed behind, and while the camera caught glimpses of him, his identity remained concealed.
Which made it all the more eerie, all the more suffocating.
“Setting formations in all four directions—to the east the Palmun Forbidden Formation, to the south the Linear Formation, to the west the Six Harmony Formation, to the north the Eight Trigrams Map.”
Reciting the Chakgui Scripture to distinguish between benevolent and malevolent spirits in this place, Kang Hyung-seok’s destination was the Kitchen.
[Never would have guessed the kitchen….]
[What the hell is in there.]
[Hyung-nim really is something else.]
With Yoon Sang at his side, Kang Hyung-seok grasped the tightly sealed Kitchen door and pulled.
Clang!
But the door only shook violently without opening, and the two quickly realized a lock was the culprit.
“Hyung-nim, just a moment. I have a bolt cutter.”
Having dealt with situations like this several times during broadcasts, Yoon Sang produced a cutter the size of a forearm and handed it over. Kang Hyung-seok hooked the scissor-like end onto the lock’s shackle.
Snap!
The lock severed cleanly and fell with a heavy thud.
“Huff, huff, huff.”
As Yoon Sang’s breathing grew heavier with mounting tension, Kang Hyung-seok threw open the Kitchen door.
At the same moment, an indescribable stench—thick and fetid—descended upon them like a suffocating shroud.
“Ugh!”
Yoon Sang gagged, then his eyes snapped wide open as he lifted his gaze from the Kitchen wall toward the ceiling.
“…What is this?”
The viewers shared his sentiment.
The interior of the Kitchen, uneasily illuminated by the lantern’s faint glow, was deeply unsettling.
Black mold sprawled across every surface, growing denser as it converged toward a single point.
As if it were announcing that the most malevolent energy was emanating from that very location.
Step, step.
Kang Hyung-seok stood before the refrigerator, its surface blackened entirely by mold.
The Kitchen refrigerator’s door, pulled forward from its original position, was bound tightly with chains.
“Step back.”
Speaking in a low voice, Kang Hyung-seok fitted bolt cutters around the padlock securing the chains.
Then,
Crunch, crunch, snap!
The padlock severed.

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