An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 322

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Chapter 321
Part 3. The Clue Draws Near (1)
The Shaman’s Bell vibrated.
Wrang, wrang.
The harsh energy spreading through the air set the Shaman’s Bell ringing.
Only Yoon Sang’s small lantern illuminated the Kitchen, which felt even darker beneath its coating of black mold, and an ice-cold wind crept in through the broken Window.
Kang Hyung-seok stared at the Vengeful Spirit hanging behind the Window, his eyes wide open.
“What is that creature doing?”
Yoon Sang looked at Kang Hyung-seok with startled eyes.
Fundamentally, Kang Hyung-seok treated Victim Spirits with respect, and he was never discourteous even when facing ordinary Vengeful Spirits.
“Whatever it was doing in life, it hasn’t abandoned its vicious nature even in death. It’s trying to kill someone, striking at whoever it can find.”
Kang Hyung-seok’s expression was terrifying.
In contrast, the Vengeful Spirit gazed at them with an unpleasant smile.
Shing!
Then, as Kang Hyung-seok drew his ritual blade, the Vengeful Spirit’s mouth began to change.
From a smiling mouth to a twisted one.
Even its eyes contorted into a shape similar to its mouth, and the Vengeful Spirit’s face transformed like a clay figure dropped from chest height.
“Gabjasabyeoja muja gyeongja imja heo ni jaoja neun gamjungnyon eul jajin heo go.”
And as Kang Hyung-seok approached while reciting the Palmun Scripture, the Vengeful Spirit’s form became even more grotesquely distorted.
“Ganbangjikkin hyumun bujang bulleo nae yeo mun eul dadgo jin eul chil je swil hyuuja ro mun eul sujikha ra.”
Drip, drip, drip.
Dark red blood began pouring from the Vengeful Spirit’s eyes, nose, and mouth.
In that instant, Kang Hyung-seok stopped in his tracks, and a horrible sound poured from the Vengeful Spirit’s mouth.
Screech! Screech screech! Screech! Screeeech!
It was the sound of an ice pick scraping across glass.
“Uuuugh!”
Yoon Sang let out a groan, and the Vengeful Spirit’s form began to fade.
It was trying to break through the Palmun Scripture and escape.
For just a moment, Kang Hyung-seok’s mind raced through many thoughts.
Whether to let it go or pursue it.
Before his thoughts could reach a conclusion, his body reacted first.
“Yoon Sang! Follow me!”
“Yes, yes!”
Kang Hyung-seok bolted toward the door before Yoon Sang could even nod, his face pale, and Yoon Sang began chasing after him.
Thud thud thud thud!
Kang Hyung-seok led the way down the stairs in a sliding descent, and Yoon Sang followed, manipulating his phone.
Since matters had escalated this far, he thought it might be worth broadcasting later.
Click.
His camera application switched to video mode and began recording, while Kang Hyung-seok exited the School and headed toward the back of the Kitchen.
‘This is no ordinary Vengeful Spirit.’
I knew immediately upon seeing it.
This was a spirit that had died from reverse karma while performing a livestock ritual.
Judging by the state of the mannequin and the cow’s head, the ritual hadn’t been performed long ago.
‘At most, a few months.’
For a spirit so recently created, it should have been weak or incapable of such destruction, yet somehow its yin energy was compressed and hardened like that of a Vengeful Spirit that had festered for years.
“Huff, huff!”
Listening to Yoon Sang’s labored breathing as he chased after me, I stopped behind the school and looked up toward where the Kitchen was located.
Clang.
Then, as the Shaman’s Bell rang, my gaze shifted toward the right side of the school.
But rather than rushing in that direction, I turned my body toward the left where Yoon Sang was.
“Hyung-seok? Why, why are you—”
“Get to the car! Don’t follow me!”
I gestured sharply to Yoon Sang and bolted away, keeping the school on my right.
It was still moving.
Based on the direction the Shaman’s Bell indicated and the traces of its presence, I would surely encounter it if I continued this way, and indeed, the fishy stench brushing against my nose was growing steadily stronger.
Crash!
Suddenly, the window on the Third Floor Corridor shattered, and glass shards rained down like a downpour.
I quickly raised my arm to shield my head and looked up.
A full moon.
A black exterior wall covered in moss.
And the form of a Vengeful Spirit.
Whoosh!
A chair suddenly hurled from the window plummeted terrifyingly toward where I stood.
Crack!
I threw myself aside to dodge the chair and looked up again.
Screeeech! Screeeech!
With lips torn impossibly wide, the Vengeful Spirit wore a smile no human could achieve—I gathered saliva in my mouth at the sight.
Then, after spitting three times, I opened my mouth.
“Ai Geumgang Samdeung Bangbyeon Sinseung Geumgang Banwol Poongyun Dangsang Gubang Namja Gwangmyung Soyeo Mumyung Sojuk Jisin.”
It was a demon-subduing incantation.
This time, do not fade away.
I continued the demon-subduing incantation with earnest conviction, but the Vengeful Spirit’s form was growing hazy again.
And even the traces of its presence vanished.
‘…It’s completely established itself here.’
I stopped the incantation and looked up at the direction where the Vengeful Spirit had disappeared.
Then, arriving belatedly, Yoon Sang breathed so heavily his chest seemed ready to burst.
“Hyung-seok! Wh, what was that just now… huff!”
Watching the shattered chair with eyes wide as a rabbit’s, Yoon Sang received the Shaman’s Bell from me as I answered.
“I told you to wait at the car.”
“Y, yes! But, Hyung-seok, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
I brushed the glass shards clinging to my body and turned my gaze toward the school.
That’s when Yoon Sang’s urgent voice followed.
“Hyung-nim, please just back off for now and we’ll do this during the day, okay?”
Yoon Sang clung to me desperately, worried that I might suffer serious injuries again.
“Once it becomes the Hour of Execution, it’s genuinely dangerous. You’ll get hurt again like this!”
You’ve grown so much, Yoon Sang.
You even know about the Hour of Execution.
I checked the time on my wristwatch and nodded heavily.
“Let’s do that.”
“Phew!”
Relieved, Yoon Sang collapsed to the ground and wrapped his hands around his head.
Though he hadn’t said much, his worry was evident.
Afraid I might be injured again before his eyes. Afraid he’d see blood once more.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Hyung-nim.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for. I’m withdrawing for today anyway, so don’t worry too much yourself.”
“Yes, yes.”
Yoon Sang struggled to his feet, and I led him toward the car while glancing back at the school.
‘What the hell is that bastard doing.’
How could this even be possible.
What in the world was he doing when he was alive.
I shook my increasingly muddled head and walked toward the car with Yoon Sang.
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Thud!
I left the Abandoned School after retrieving the cursed items, leaving Yoon Sang behind despite his insistence on following, and set down the heavy kimchi storage bag.
“Hyung-seok! Let me help!”
Yoon Sang, who had been waiting anxiously by the car, rushed over immediately and helped me load the heavy kimchi storage bag into the trunk.
“Ugh.”
Yoon Sang grimaced at the sight of the pristine white objects contained within the transparent bag.
It was unsettling just to look at.
Items used in the curse.
The broken mannequin, the white cloth that had wrapped it, and even the cord—everything was packed inside.
“Hyung-seok, is there anything else you need to do?”
“Wait. How much salt do we have left?”
“We used it all earlier.”
“Do we have any roasted mixed grains?”
“Oh, we have some of that.”
“Get everything we have.”
While Yoon Sang went to the passenger seat to retrieve the mixed grains from his bag, I took out the one-kilogram bag of salt I usually carried from the trunk.
I tore open one corner and, after checking the roasted mixed grains Yoon Sang had brought, made my way back to the Abandoned School.
Whoooosh!
I scattered salt and mixed grains around the perimeter of the Abandoned School while reciting the Incantation of the Mountain Deity.
“Mountains and streams, purify and cleanse. Mountains and earth, obey my command. Mountain spirits and deities, grant protection and longevity. Banish all malevolent forces and evil spirits, cast them far beyond these bounds.”
As I looked up at the Abandoned School, I couldn’t see its form, but I could feel the gaze directed at me.
I deliberately ignored that gaze and focused on scattering the salt and mixed grains.
Whoooosh.
After finishing the perimeter with salt and mixed grains, I returned to the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Click.
I started the engine and searched for the nearest Motel on the navigation system.
Seeing that the closest one was a twenty-minute drive away, I thought, “We really have come far.”
Vroooom.
As the car began to move, Yoon Sang relaxed in the passenger seat, his body going limp, and gave me a look filled with exhaustion and complex emotions.
“Thank you, Hyung-seok.”
“For what?”
“Just… for helping with everything.”
“You help me too.”
“When you ask me to investigate, I just ask the subscribers? That’s not even a big deal.”
I smiled, pulling up the corners of my mouth, and carefully drove along the road without streetlights.
“There’s no such thing as a one-way relationship between people. I help you because I know what kind of person you are.”
“Hyung-seok…”
For some reason, Yoon Sang’s eyes showed he was moved, and he rubbed his glistening eyes roughly.
“So you’re planning to catch that Vengeful Spirit, right?”
“That’s the plan. It’s not just an ordinary Malevolent Spirit, after all.”
“Hyung-seok, then….”
Yoon Sang’s words hadn’t even finished.
“No live broadcast.”
“Of course not! I’ll share it as a story on the broadcast like always.”
At Yoon Sang’s eager response, I exhaled a laugh.
But the smile didn’t last long.
Soon, wiping the amusement from my face, I continued in a low, quiet voice.
“It’s a Vengeful Spirit that kills people.”
“You mean that one, right?”
I nodded, and Yoon Sang audibly swallowed hard.
“Once we secure lodging, I’ll figure out who it cursed through the ritual doll. I suspect we’ll at least get a name and birth date, maybe even an address if we’re lucky, but you’ll need to handle any additional investigation.”
“Understood.”
The scope had expanded.
From simply doing a live broadcast at the Abandoned School to tracking down a Malevolent Spirit.
Yoon Sang focused intently on me with serious eyes, thinking that he’d finally found proper broadcast material.
“I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Let’s wrap this up as quickly as possible. I’m not sure what it is, but I caught the scent of a Shaman Spirit from that thing.”
“A Shaman Spirit? A shaman ghost?”
I bit my lower lip, pondering briefly before speaking.
“It’s something with substance. Even if it’s not a Shamanic Practitioner, it’s definitely related to shamanism.”
“But what….”
“The fact that it performed the ritual doll means it’s no ordinary Vengeful Spirit.”
So we had to investigate.
Who performed the ritual doll, for what purpose, and why.
The mannequin, replacing the traditional doll, symbolized a person.
Judging by the varying sizes and genders, the cursed Vengeful Spirit was targeting an entire family.
There was something far beyond ordinary at play here.
“I’ll look into it as much as I can. I’ll even post about it on the Fan Cafe.”
“I’m counting on you.”
I exhaled deeply.
It looked so much like someone trying to shake off complicated thoughts that Yoon Sang just grabbed his phone instead.
Tick.
Then, accidentally turning on the screen, he saw reactions questioning whether our live broadcast with me had been manipulated.

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