Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The moment I stepped into the Commercial Building, a powerful gust of wind erupted from within, as if intent on driving Ye-rim and me back outside.
Stale air, dust, and debris scattered across the floor swirled around us in a suffocating assault.
She ascended step by step, her hand pressed firmly against her nose and mouth.
I followed close behind her, each footfall deliberate and cautious, my expression taut with vigilance.
All the while, I scanned the surroundings through my smart glasses.
So far, no blue light had appeared.
Thud—thud—thud—
My footsteps echoed as I reached the Second Floor, where an ancient corridor of granite and concrete came into view.
Cobwebs hung from the ceiling all the way to the floor, their age indeterminate, while a thick layer of gray dust blanketed the haphazardly scattered debris.
She advanced into the corridor with her pistol raised, aimed ahead.
The Second Floor was divided into four offices—two on each side.
To the left hung signs for an Employment Office and a Pawnshop. To the right were signs for a Tea House and a Restaurant.
Judging by the font and design on those signs, they were easily over thirty years old.
“You mentioned that ghosts appeared after the building owner’s suicide, right? If so, the spirits might be gathering around that owner as a focal point.”
“Yes.”
“And since the suicide occurred on this floor, the spectral energy here will be quite intense.”
She spoke these words while keeping her gaze fixed ahead, her voice low and measured.
I nodded in acknowledgment and adjusted my smart glasses.
Then I followed her into the corridor.
In that instant, I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.

Contrary to my expectation that the Ghost Radar would display blue light only at specific points where spirits existed, a blue luminescence now swirled through the entire space like fog.
Moreover, as if from a malfunctioning electronic device, the UI within my smart glasses began flickering intermittently.
Witnessing this phenomenon, I realized that the spectral wavelength in this place was extraordinarily potent, and its influence spread across an expansive area.
‘Damn.’
The pervasive blue haze was so overwhelming that it clouded my vision entirely.
I manipulated the touch panel on the frame of my smart glasses and temporarily deactivated the Ghost Radar.
After all, if blue light was emanating so broadly in such a confined space, the Ghost Radar was essentially useless.

Crunch, crunch.
The two of us walked side by side across the corridor.
Then we approached the Employment Office, the first door visible ahead.
The Employment Office door was slightly ajar. Yerim shone her flashlight through the gap to peer inside.
Scattered desks and a calendar from thirty years ago came into view.
“Kim Tae-woo, could you check the right side?”
“Yes, of course.”
Kim Tae-woo nodded and moved toward the Tea House on the right.
The Tea House door was firmly shut.
He grasped the doorknob with a tense expression and tried to turn it.
But as if locked, the knob wouldn’t budge.
“Manager, this one’s locked. I’ll check the next room.”
Kim Tae-woo called out to Yerim’s back, then moved toward the Restaurant at the far right end of the corridor.
That was the moment.

Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-

The doorknob of the firmly locked Tea House began turning on its own, producing a loud metallic clatter.
Both Kim Tae-woo and Yerim spun around simultaneously, staring at the Tea House doorknob.
She poked her head out from the Employment Office and gestured for me to come closer, then slowly approached the Tea House door.
As she did, she emerged from the Employment Office and slowly, slowly crossed the corridor.
Right then!
A gray arm suddenly shot out from inside the Employment Office, seized Yerim by the throat, and yanked her inside.
“Manager!”
Kim Tae-woo cried out and rushed toward her, but suddenly the Tea House door burst open.
A woman in a white dress tumbled out—her skin gray, her long hair standing straight up toward the ceiling.
To anyone’s eyes, she was unmistakably a ghost.
Kim Tae-woo was startled but didn’t hesitate; he charged forward and pierced the ghost with the Guihon Blade.
Whoosh—
The ghost, impaled on the Guihon Blade, threw her head back, then dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
Kim Tae-woo didn’t stop there; moving like an instinctive killing machine, he drew the Blood-Marked Blade from his waist and hurled it toward Yerim, who was being dragged away.
Whirrrr—
The Blood-Marked Blade spun rapidly, grazed past Yerim’s face, and embedded itself in the brow of the Male Ghost pulling her.
Thud—
The Male Ghost, the Blood-Marked Blade lodged in his brow, tilted his head back and dissolved into black smoke, vanishing.

Shhhhh—
Thump—

At the same time, Yerim collapsed to the ground.
“Are you alright?”
Kim Tae-woo approached and helped Yerim to her feet.
“I’m fine.”
She waved her hand dismissively and picked up the Blood Crimson Blade that had fallen to the floor, returning it to Kim Tae-woo.
“Your movements just now were excellent.”
“I’m not sure how I did it, honestly.”
Kim Tae-woo deflected her praise.
As he spoke, he slid the Blood Crimson Blade back into the sheath at his waist.
‘This is no ordinary talent.’
Yerim had witnessed Kim Tae-woo’s movements with perfect clarity.
He had sprinted forward in a single bound, dispatched the ghost that erupted from the tea house, then pivoted without hesitation and hurled his short blade, embedding it with precision between the eyes of the ghost lurking behind Yerim.
Even if it were the Guihon Blade’s will rather than his own, the ability to wield it with such fluidity spoke volumes about the latent potential Kim Tae-woo possessed.
His body and the Guihon Blade were operating in extraordinary synchronization.
Combined with his IT knowledge and equipment fabrication skills—
She found herself thinking he might very well become the ace of the Training Team.

“But what was that just now? It didn’t seem to be the building owner’s ghost.”
Kim Tae-woo asked, glancing around.
Yerim brushed the dust from her clothes and answered.
“Wandering spirits always gather around places where powerful ghosts dwell.”
“Are you saying the building owner’s ghost isn’t a Class 1 wandering spirit?”
“You’ll come to understand these things as you experience more fieldwork, but to put it simply—”
Yerim gestured around them and offered a brief, concise explanation.

In areas where ghosts frequently appeared, when only the most common and weakest wandering spirits gathered, they would startle people but rarely launched physical attacks.
The Abandoned School, where the Guihon Trading Training Team conducted orientation, was a prime example.
In such cases, the spirits merely congregated because they favored the land where yin energy pooled, and rather than harboring resentment toward humans, they simply manifested to defend their newly claimed territory.

However, those who died with powerful grudges against the world or deep resentment toward others—Class 2 ghosts and above, such as the Suppressed Wailing Ghosts—remained bound to their former domains like earthbound spirits, gathering lesser ghosts around themselves to form their own small factions.
And they manifested in far more grotesque forms, displaying aggressive behavior toward the living.

“The Abandoned School, where the OT took place, was literally a gathering spot for wandering ghosts, and this building here is different—its owner died harboring some deep resentment and remains as a bound spirit, collecting other ghosts around them. That’s why I was attacked as well.”
Yerim finished her explanation.
“So it’s quite dangerous then?”
“That’s why we need weapons. For Training Team staff.”
She raised her gun to show me as she spoke.
“If what you’re saying is true, then killing the highest-ranked ghost in this building would scatter the others on their own?”
“Exactly. They’d lose their focal point.”
Yerim nodded in agreement.
“We need to find the building owner first.”
“Right.”
We took another quick look around the interior of the Employment Office.
The mold scattered throughout was quite grotesque.
“And places with that much mold—those are damp, shadowy areas where ghosts tend to congregate.”
“Ah, I see.”
I nodded in understanding.
It was certainly like being taught step by step during my first assignment with a mentor at a company.
“We often estimate how many ghosts are present by observing the amount of mold as we move around.”
She added further explanation.
Hearing that, I thought it was similar to my Ghost Radar.
The difference was that I detected ghosts through technology, while my seniors seemed to sense them through experience and accumulated knowledge.

That’s when it happened.
Crash—
The sound of a dish breaking came from the Tea House direction.
Snap—
Yerim and I reflexively spun around, weapons drawn.
But no unusual movement was detected beyond the open Tea House doorway.
Only dust-covered tables and a rusted, torn-up sofa were visible.
“Let’s move together.”
She spoke, her eyes signaling me to follow, then took the lead toward the Tea House.
Snap—snap—
The moment we entered the Tea House, she surveyed both sides cautiously before stepping further in.
I too entered the Tea House with my blade drawn.
The Tea House was remarkably small.
At most, it could fit only three or four tables.
The kitchen tucked in one corner was so cramped that it seemed only one person could work there at a time.
We split up inside the Tea House, quickly checking under the tables and toward the windows.
Suddenly—a strange sound came from the kitchen direction.

Creak—

With the sound of aged hinges groaning, the cabinet door creaked open slightly.
At the same moment, a ghost burst forth from within.
As expected, it was a ghost with long hair and ashen skin.
Bang bang bang bang bang—
Yerim immediately pulled the trigger toward it, and the sharp reports of the GBB airsoft pistol echoed through the space as the erupting ghost dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
“Phew.”
I exhaled a breath of relief and slowly lowered the Guihon Blade.
But there was no time to rest.
Tug—
Something seized my ankle.
“Ugh!”
Startled, I stumbled backward, and Yerim immediately aimed her gun beneath the table.
But no ghost was visible.
“What’s wrong?”
“Something grabbed my ankle.”
“It means there’s one lurking nearby, targeting us.”
Yerim nodded and gestured for us to leave.
I pushed aside the unpleasant sensation crawling across my ankle and stepped out of the tea house.
Then I headed toward the restaurant adjacent to it.

There too, a ghost suddenly appeared from the ceiling, and I cut it down with a single slash.
My expression was somewhat tense, yet I could feel myself growing accustomed to this.

“There’s nothing particularly special here.”
After searching the restaurant, I lowered my blade and spoke.
Yerim nodded, then fixed her gaze on the firmly shut pawnshop.
I too adjusted my grip on the Guihon Blade and turned my body toward the pawnshop.
The iron grating at the entrance was slightly ajar along with the door.
But it wasn’t open enough to see inside.
Yet from within that dark gap, I could feel an intense, biting cold pouring forth.
It was the same chill I had felt when first entering this building.
I manipulated my smart glasses again and activated the Ghost Radar, which I had turned off.
The blue light had diminished considerably, likely from eliminating several ghosts.
But from the middle of the corridor and deep within the firmly sealed pawnshop, an exceptionally intense blue radiance was emanating.

Guihon Trading Company – Chapter 11

Author
Chao Wrens
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yoon Tae-ri
Cover
Lee Chi

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