An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 65

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Chapter 64
Part 5. Not Everyone Is Like You (2)
Ding-dong.
The bell chimed.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
The Shaman’s Bell, which rang whenever I encountered something ominous and dangerous, sounded of its own accord.
Kang Hyung-seok felt goosebumps crawling up his forearms.
Below the window, Hong Kyung-soo still stared at me, and the Shaman’s Bell rang as if in warning.
He was dangerous.
That thought had barely crossed my mind when—
“Get back inside!”
Lee Geum-kyung’s sharp command snapped my scattered focus back into place.
I hurried back through the window, and Lee Geum-kyung plugged her nose with tissue paper handed to her by the other Shamans.
Drip, drop.
Blood droplets bloomed like flowers on the floor as they fell from the saturated tissue.
Kang Hyung-seok stared at Lee Geum-kyung with a hardened expression, his jaw clenched tight.
‘Someone had hurled a blade of flesh at me.’
And that someone was…
Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to the window—
Whoosh!
Lee Geum-kyung pulled out the rice pouch she’d hidden inside the doll’s head and scattered it across the floor.
“Divine spirits of the celestial realm, if life lacks virtue, death bears sin; if death lacks virtue, life shall be spared.”
As the incantation—slow yet crystalline in its cadence—resonated through the living room, the Shamans reflexively began playing traditional instruments.
Gong, boom-boom-boom-boom.
“When life and death both possess virtue, then shall joy descend from heaven. Evil spirits shall be transformed, and malevolent spirits shall be banished.”
The incantation Lee Geum-kyung recited was the Underworld Scripture.
It halted the activation of wickedness and expelled malevolence that had already begun to stir.
Even the same incantation felt entirely different when recited by me compared to when Lee Geum-kyung spoke it.
Gong, gong, boom-boom-boom.
It wasn’t a matter of having instruments or not.
The depth woven into the incantation itself was vastly different.
Gong, gong-gong, boom-boom-boom-boom.
“If the law shines not clearly, heaven shall not forgive; the paradise of Yonghua is but a field of transformation, where all beings are reborn anew in this world.”
As the incantation ceased, the instruments fell silent as well.
Simultaneously, the malevolent energy that had invaded the inner room dissipated, leaving nothing to be felt.
“Master.”
“You felt it too.”
“Yes.”
Lee Geum-kyung removed the tissue from her nose, her wrinkled lips pressing together with a grim expression.
It was an interference with the cleansing ritual—a gut performed for my friend’s future.
Lee Geum-kyung, disrupted in her ritual, possessed such an intense gaze that even Kang Hyung-seok found it difficult to meet her eyes.
“Master, the spirit….”
Lee Geum-kyung shook her head vigorously, then clenched and unclenched her teeth.
“I can sense it too. It came flying from a distance.”
The reason she couldn’t easily accept this was because Hong Kyung-soo stood outside the window.
The Guardian Spirit warned me through the Shaman’s Bell.
Tap, tap.
Lee Geum-kyung approached the window, drew the curtain shut, and raised her clasped hands in prayer twice.
Then she cast a look at Kang Hyung-seok telling him to say nothing, before addressing her friend’s son.
“I’m sorry, but we’ll have to postpone the ritual until tomorrow.”
“Yes, yes?”
The Son spoke with a bewildered expression, and Lee Geum-kyung shook her head.
“We’ve been interrupted. I can’t perform the cleansing ritual like this.”
“Is it serious…?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
The Son looked around at the Shamans with alarm and fear in his eyes.
Though he didn’t understand the details, the Shamans’ faces—especially the Male Shamans’—looked so grim that it seemed something serious was about to happen.
Whoosh!
The Male Shaman who had been playing the traditional instrument suddenly sprang to his feet and rushed toward the shoe rack.
“Hey, hey! What’s going on?”
“Hong Kyung-soo! Who else could it be!”
“But the Master is here!”
“That’s exactly why it’s a problem!”
The Male Shaman crammed his feet into his shoes and strode down the stairs with long steps.
As the atmosphere rapidly grew tense, the other Shamans began following him, and Lee Geum-kyung also glanced at Kang Hyung-seok.
It seemed best to go along with them for now.
When Kang Hyung-seok conveyed this with his eyes, Lee Geum-kyung nodded heavily and headed outside the building.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The Shaman who had gone first was striding toward Hong Kyung-soo with long steps.
The other Shamans followed him like shadows, trying to restrain him, while Hong Kyung-soo watched calmly, smoking a cigarette.
This only inflamed the Shaman’s anger further.
Grab!
The Shaman seized Hong Kyung-soo by the collar, glaring with bulging eyes and veins straining in his neck.
“You bastard! You’re the one who sent that spirit!”
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb! Heaven sees, earth knows, and the gods are watching! You wretch!”
Hong Kyung-soo, looking exasperated, grabbed the Shaman’s wrist and twisted it outward.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
The Shaman gasped, clutching his twisted wrist, while the other Shamans pressed between him and Hong Kyung-soo.
“What is this! What is this!”
“Let go, let go! Since when do fellow shamans treat each other like this?”
Hong Kyung-soo, shoved backward, rubbed his throat where he’d been grabbed and twisted his lips.
“Let’s maintain some decorum between us. We’re not gangsters, and this isn’t how a mob conducts itself.”
“Hong Kyung-soo!”
“Stop making such a racket with all that noise and give us an explanation!”
As Hong Kyung-soo pressed forward aggressively, the faces of the other shamans hardened or contorted.
It was right after this.
“Everyone, step outside.”
Lee Geum-kyung, who had followed behind, spoke with Kang Hyung-seok at her side.
As the other shamans read her expression and withdrew to either side, Lee Geum-kyung stood before Hong Kyung-soo.
Then she tapped the back of Kang Hyung-seok’s hand with her finger.
It was a signal to stay at her side and observe carefully.
“A blade flew out during the ritual.”
Hong Kyung-soo bowed his waist once to Lee Geum-kyung, then opened his mouth with a composed expression.
“It wasn’t me, Master.”
“I know. The blade you threw wasn’t the one.”
Lee Geum-kyung stared directly into Hong Kyung-soo’s expressionless eyes and spoke.
“But you’re involved in this.”
Kang Hyung-seok could understand why Lee Geum-kyung had signaled him.
No matter how much Hong Kyung-soo wore black shamanic robes, he was still a shaman.
A man who serves and fears the divine.
A great spirit walked with Kang Hyung-seok.
So merely standing beside Lee Geum-kyung was enough to pressure Hong Kyung-soo.
Indeed, Hong Kyung-soo glanced at Kang Hyung-seok just before opening his mouth.
“Did the Guardian Spirit say so? That I’m involved?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
As Lee Geum-kyung spoke with force, Hong Kyung-soo roughly rubbed his tightly closed lips with the back of his hand.
Then he exhaled a sigh and opened his mouth.
“If I explain, it’ll be a long story. Master, please just let this pass.”
“Speak.”
It was after Hong Kyung-soo furrowed his brows at Lee Geum-kyung’s refusal to compromise.
Hong Kyung-soo clicked his tongue silently, creating thin wrinkles between his eyebrows.
“Master, even though I wear black shamanic robes and make my living this way, you’re being too harsh on me…”
“Speak.”
Hong Kyung-soo closed his mouth, then nodded heavily.
“Yes. I am involved in this.”
Warang.
At that moment, the Shaman’s Bell that Kang Hyung-seok had placed in his breast pocket rang once.
Kang Hyung-seok was startled and glanced toward the Shaman’s Bell, but it seemed the others couldn’t hear it.
The Guardian Spirit was communicating directly to him through Shaman’s Bell.
That Hong Kyung-soo’s words were the truth.
“What have you done? Why did you even come here in the first place?”
At Lee Geum-kyung’s heavy voice, Hong Kyung-soo lifted his chin to gaze up at the building where the cleansing ritual had taken place.
“I came to perform a cleansing of my own.”
“What?”
“I came to settle the karmic debts left unresolved on the path of a senior I greatly respected.”
Hong Kyung-soo revealed his purpose.
But this time, Shaman’s Bell did not ring.
Kang Hyung-seok watched Hong Kyung-soo with a hardened expression, and he too turned his gaze toward Kang Hyung-seok.
Immediately after, Lee Geum-kyung’s words seized his attention once more.
“Speak plainly. What karmic debt are you referring to?”
“That flesh that flew in—I didn’t send it. My senior had left it unresolved.”
Hong Kyung-soo raised his voice, looking toward the other Shamans.
“Hey! You lot—stop just watching and say something! You must know whether that flesh was sent by a living person or not!”
“This bastard…!”
Crack!
The Shaman whose wrist was twisted furrowed his brow and tried to step forward, but another Shaman grabbed his arm.
Meanwhile, Kang Hyung-seok was conscious of Shaman’s Bell in his possession.
Ding.
Shaman’s Bell rang again, confirming that Hong Kyung-soo’s words were true.
“Hyung-seok, what was your impression of it?”
Kang Hyung-seok was the first to sense it the moment the flesh arrived.
Lee Geum-kyung’s question came to him—the one who had even gone outside the window to examine it.
“From what I observed, it didn’t come from nearby.”
“That was my assessment as well.”
Lee Geum-kyung narrowed her eyes as she looked back at Hong Kyung-soo.
“My friend is not the sort of person to send flesh. What connection could such a person possibly have with it?”
Hong Kyung-soo lowered his head, his lips curling into a smile.
He even let out a low, quiet laugh.
“You didn’t know either, did you? Your senior was honestly not that remarkable of a Shaman.”
“This bastard, I swear!”
The Shaman whose arm was held cried out from behind, but Lee Geum-kyung silenced him with a raised hand.
“…What are you trying to say?”
“Your senior was a good Shaman. But they didn’t resolve everything. There was something left unfinished, and I helped them with it.”
Ding.
“That flesh that came flying in—it wasn’t me. It was something your senior kept putting off, saying they’d handle it someday, resolve it someday. Those wretched things just flew out.”
Ding.
“That’s what I specialize in, isn’t it? Gathering up such rough matters. That’s why I helped your senior back then.”
Ding.
I listened intently to the continuous ringing of Shaman’s Bell.
Everything Hong Kyung-soo had said so far was the truth.
Then could I trust him?
‘….’
Shaman’s Bell did not ring.
I rolled my tongue inside my mouth and shifted my gaze toward Hong Kyung-soo.
“Where is that place?”
“Huh?”
Hong Kyung-soo looked at me and raised one corner of his mouth.
“Dong-gwan, it’s not something Dong-gwan needs to worry about.”
“It concerns your friend, sir. Your affairs are my affairs as well.”
The flesh beneath Hong Kyung-soo’s eyes twitched.
As if he hadn’t expected such a response.
Whoosh.
Lee Geum-kyung gave me a subtle signal to stay quiet, then spoke to Hong Kyung-soo.
“Let’s say what you’re saying is true.”
“Yes. There’s not a shred of falsehood in it.”
“Then we’ll go together.”
“What?”
“After all, we came here to perform a cleansing ritual. There’s nothing we can’t do.”
Hong Kyung-soo looked at Lee Geum-kyung without speaking.
Lee Geum-kyung met his gaze with her lips sealed.
A long silence stretched between them, and Hong Kyung-soo broke the quiet with a laugh.
“That’s enough, ma’am. You’re getting on in years too.”
“There’s something you’re hiding, isn’t there?”
Hong Kyung-soo’s smile began to crumble.
“You don’t appreciate my goodwill, ma’am. You’ve been suspicious of me since earlier.”
That was when it happened.
Clang, clang!
The sound of someone striking a metal sheet echoed from a distance.
I looked over and saw the man who had come with Hong Kyung-soo pointing at the sky from inside the car.
“Boss, we’re running out of time. Let’s hurry.”
“Hey! Can’t you see I’m talking with the ma’am? You disrespectful bastard!”
“If the sun sets, boss will have a hard time!”
“Damn it!”
Hong Kyung-soo turned his gaze back to Lee Geum-kyung and spoke in a gentle tone.
“I’ll handle it myself. I’ll call you when it’s done.”
“Hong Kyung-soo.”
“Take care of your work.”
Hong Kyung-soo bowed deeply in greeting and walked toward the car.
Throughout this time, Kang Hyung-seok had been steadily observing Hong Kyung-soo’s retreating figure.
Why was that?
Hong Kyung-soo never once turned to look back.
Yet despite this, it felt as though eyes were embedded in the back of his head—as if Hong Kyung-soo was watching him intently.
Ding.
As if to confirm his suspicion, the Shaman’s Bell in his pocket chimed softly.

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