Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Yerim climbed into her car in the parking garage and immediately started the engine, preparing to depart.
As Tae-woo settled into the passenger seat, she spoke.
“By the way, isn’t it fascinating? That a company like this exists.”
“Yes. I never could have imagined it.”
“I’ve been working here for about two years now, but I still can’t explain to my parents or anyone else exactly what I do. They all think I work for a trading company.”
“Ah, I can see how that would be the case.”
“Have you been seeing spirits frequently since you were young?”
“Well, yes. I’ve seen quite a few. What about you?”
“I’ve seen spirits constantly. Apparently my birth chart has strong yin energy. That’s why so many spirits attach themselves to me.”
“That must have been incredibly difficult.”
“The worst part was sleep paralysis. I experienced it so often—once a day, sometimes every other day—that I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
“Yes, that makes sense. When you can’t sleep…”
“You never experienced sleep paralysis?”
“Not really. Instead, there was just a spirit constantly chattering away beside me.”
As Tae-woo answered, childhood memories surfaced in his mind.

He rarely experienced the kind of sleep paralysis where his body would stiffen at night.
Instead, when he’d turn to look beside him while sleeping, he’d often see a pale-faced spirit sitting there, staring at him as if chanting some incantation.
He still didn’t know what that sound was, but looking back now, it almost sounded like wind whistling from its mouth.
That wasn’t all.
Sometimes a spirit would lie down beside him while he slept and make strange gurgling sounds like “kkeuggeuggeuggeuk.”
When that happened, he’d sometimes jolt awake in fright, sometimes flee, and sometimes scream, but nothing ever really changed.
Even if the spirit disappeared before his eyes, it would just appear again the next day anyway.
Because of this, Tae-woo would sometimes stay awake all night, too afraid to fall asleep.

After enduring day after day like this, he’d eventually become so exhausted that he’d fall asleep regardless of whether the spirit was there or not—a cycle that repeated endlessly.
His habit of tinkering with IT devices and coding all night long had started when he began sitting alone at his computer out of fear of falling asleep.

“By the way, how did you come up with the idea to film using that equipment? I’ve seen quite a few interns, but you’re the first one I’ve seen approach orientation so innovatively.”
Yerim said.
“Well, that’s just the direction my thinking goes. But you’ve seen a lot of interns? Yet there don’t seem to be many new faces in the Training Team office.”
“They all drop out quickly. If there are ten, maybe one or two stay.”
She answered matter-of-factly.
Tae-woo nodded with an expression of understanding.

Before long, the vehicle had exited the underground parking garage and was speeding down the road.
“So when we get to the scene, do we have to roll around on the ground catching spirits like we saw during orientation?”
Tae-woo asked.
“It varies depending on the situation. Usually that’s the case, but sometimes they just disappear quietly. Still, we always go in prepared for a fight. When a request comes in, it means there’s definitely a spirit trying to affect the living, without exception.”
“Is it possible to get seriously injured or even die fighting spirits…?”
“Of course. It happens. There are vicious spirits out there. The higher the grade, the stronger they tend to be.”
“Manager, what’s the toughest spirit you’ve ever faced?”
When Tae-woo asked, Ye-rim let out a soft chuckle and shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s better not to ask things like that. You might develop preconceptions. Even spirits of the same grade can be easy for one person and difficult for another, you know.”
Tae-woo sensed that she was dodging the question.
His worry deepened as a result.
The thought crossed his mind that there might be spirits far more formidable than he’d anticipated.

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Screech—
As the car came to a stop, Ye-rim spoke.
“Here we are.”
At her words, Tae-woo looked out the window.
A rather dilapidated three-story Commercial Building stood before them.
On the first floor was an Antique Shop that appeared to be closed indefinitely, a cramped Supermarket that looked like it would crumble at the slightest touch, and a Barber Shop where an elderly man sat staring blankly ahead. The second and third floors bore no signage whatsoever.
The building’s exterior had the unmistakable feel of a 1990s structure, and the black window frames and faded glass panes only added to the ominous atmosphere.
“Normally we’d come at night to see things more clearly, but since we have to handle the Ilsan schedule today too, let’s get this done quickly.”
Ye-rim pulled a Glock 19 pistol from her pocket and checked the magazine.
When Tae-woo looked at the gun in surprise, she explained.
“Just like your primary weapon is the curved sword, my primary weapon is an airsoft gun. It’s a GBB gas blowback BB gun, but the Technical Department modified it so it shoots reliably up to fifty meters.”
“Doesn’t it hurt if it hits a person?”
“If it hits a living person, it stings a bit, but it’s not that dangerous. And these BBs are refined with salt and saline solution, so they shatter on impact with a person.”
Ye-rim finished her preparations with practiced efficiency and slipped the gun into the holster inside her suit jacket.
Tae-woo also exited the vehicle, strapped the Blood Crimson Sword to his waist and the Ghost Hunting Sword across his back, then put on his smart glasses.

[System booting]
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[System initialization complete]
[Recording initiated]
[Ghost Sensor activated]
[Ghost Radar activated]

Beep beep—

[Equipment synchronization in progress]
[Equipment synchronization complete]

This was my first operational test since the upgrade.
The flashlight module I’d installed this time seemed to be functioning normally.
Now I just needed to verify that the Ghost Radar worked properly in the presence of spirits.
“It helps to conduct some interviews around the area before entering the site. Let’s take a look around.”

Yerim took the lead and approached an elderly man standing in front of the Barber Shop.
As I followed her, I found myself glancing nervously at the surroundings, conscious of the sword strapped to my back.
“Hello, sir. I wanted to ask you something. I’ve heard there have been reports of spirits appearing here. Do you happen to know anything about it?”
Yerim asked in a gentle voice.
“What? Spirits?”
The old man spoke loudly, as if he hadn’t heard clearly.
“Yes, sir. They say spirits appear in this building. Do you know anything about it?”
“Spirits? Spirits? I don’t know much about that.”
The old man shook his head in response.
“Is there anyone else who might know?”
Yerim continued her inquiry.
“The owner of the Antique Shop next door would probably know something. Haven’t seen him around lately though.”
“The owner of the Antique Shop next door?”
Yerim stepped back and peered through the glass door of the closed Antique Shop.
Through the locked glass door, various items lay scattered haphazardly inside.
There didn’t appear to be a single spot to set foot.
“Do you know where the owner is, or have any contact information?”
“The owner here? Maybe the Supermarket over there would know.”
The old man gestured with his chin toward the Supermarket next to the Antique Shop at the far end of the building.
While the two conversed, I slowly approached the entrance of the Antique Shop and peered inside.
Among the scattered, ancient-looking objects, I caught a flash of blue light moving swiftly.
In that instant, I blinked and stepped back.
That blue light.
The Ghost Radar had picked up something.
It meant there was a spirit with a fairly strong wavelength inside the Antique Shop.
“Let’s check the Supermarket.”
Just then, Yerim finished her conversation, tapped me on the shoulder, and entered the Supermarket.
But I remained transfixed, my eyes unable to leave the interior of the Antique Shop.
The blue light was no longer visible now.
‘What was that?’
Since this was my first time in the field after equipping the Ghost Radar, I couldn’t accurately assess the situation.
But if this wasn’t a malfunction—it meant there was a spirit with a wavelength strong enough to interfere with radio signals inside this building.
“Tae-woo. What are you doing?”
Yerim called out to him again from in front of the Supermarket.
“Oh. Yes.”
Tae-woo hurried over to Yerim.
As the two of them entered the Supermarket, an extremely cramped space came into view.
Past the narrow display shelves lined with old snacks and various household goods, a small sliding door appeared in the corner.
“Is anyone here?”
When Yerim asked, an elderly woman slid the door open with a soft scraping sound.
“What can I help you with?”
A musty smell wafted from inside the old woman’s room.
The TV program playing inside was a local interest show that elderly people would enjoy.
“Ah, yes. It’s nothing urgent. We heard rumors that there’s a ghost in this building. When we asked the barber shop owner upstairs, he said you would know about it.”
“That old man said that? Goodness. Well, what would you like to know?”
The old woman shifted her posture as if to explain, though she seemed somewhat annoyed.
Her explanation went like this.

The owner of this Commercial Building was Park, the antique shop owner.
He collected antiques as a hobby, and after purchasing the building, he opened an antique shop.
Then one day, he began making strange sounds like a madman, and on rainy days he would scream and run around—all sorts of bizarre behavior.
People couldn’t understand why he was acting that way, and even his two sons essentially cut ties with him.
After several years passed, Park committed suicide on the second floor of this building.
After that, ownership of the building transferred to his sons, but they showed no interest in it whatsoever and never visited even once.
But from that point on, rumors of ghosts appearing in the building began circulating fairly regularly.
“But why are you looking for ghosts? Are you one of those YouTubers? I’ve heard there are ghost-hunting YouTubers and such.”
The old woman looked back and forth between Yerim and Tae-woo as she asked.
“No. We received a request for an exorcism.”
“An exorcism? Ah, ah, ah. I heard the people in this building pooled money to hire a shaman. So it’s you folks. But this young man doesn’t look like a shaman.”
The old woman blinked as she looked at Tae-woo.
“In any case, thank you for the helpful information.”
Yerim smiled and bowed politely, then led Tae-woo back outside.
“But Manager, now that I’ve heard the story, I’m curious. How do people request services from our company? I never knew a ghost-catching company existed while living my life. And it seems like you don’t advertise at all.”
Tae-woo asked.
“That’s right. We don’t advertise. Guihon Trading is officially a trading company on the surface. Both you and I are listed as people who work in the trading business.”
“What?”
“I didn’t mention that. Our company receives exorcism requests through two channels. One is when customers who know we’re an exorcism company submit requests through the Sales Team.”
“Yes, yes. So the company does have a Sales Team.”
“Yes, it does. But since it focuses on VIP sales, those cases are extremely rare. Usually, people don’t request services from ‘Guihon Trading’ directly—they request them from fortune tellers, churches, cathedrals, or temples.”
“They request from fortune tellers?”
“Yes. We have shamans and priests who do business with us. When they receive exorcism requests, they take a commission and pass the job to us. Internally, we call those shamans and priests the ‘Outsourced Sales Team.’ So we get requests through two channels. This one came through the latter.”
VIPs who knew the company’s true nature would inquire and submit requests directly, while shamans, exorcists, and Buddhist priests scattered across the region would pass along the requests they received to Guihon Trading Company.
“You’ll have plenty more to learn about how the system works going forward. Do your best to adapt.”
Yerim smiled as she spoke, then stepped into the building’s entrance.
The staircase visible from outside was already cluttered with trash, cigarette butts, and crumpled paper cups scattered haphazardly.
“A perfect place for spirits to linger.”
She drew a pistol from her pocket and walked forward.
Taewoo unsheathed the Guichal Blade he carried on his back and followed in her footsteps.

Guihon Trading Company: Spirit Exorcism Specialists Chapter 10

Author
Chau Renz
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yun Taeri
Cover Design
Lee Chi

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