Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

Creak—Thud—
As I opened the door, the various instruments in the wheelhouse came into view at once.
And on one side, sitting before a microphone, I saw a Female Ghost.
The Female Ghost wore a somewhat gaudy two-piece outfit, her back turned toward me.

Sisasassisasoshasassissossosissosasisisss—

The ghost swayed her body slowly back and forth, continuing to emit strange sounds.

[I’ll kill you all. I’ll kill you all. I’ll kill you all.]

The translation came through my smart glasses.

Wail—wail wail—wail wail—

But when the sound traveled through the microphone to the ship’s speakers, it transformed into the wailing cry I’d heard from below.
Drip—
Blood-red blood streamed down from the speaker inside the wheelhouse.
This phenomenon was something I was experiencing for the first time.
I gripped the Ghost-Slaying Blade tightly and rushed at the spirit.
The way she broadcast her voice throughout the entire hull, declaring she would kill everyone, made her hostility toward the living unmistakably clear.
Whoooosh—
Clang—
I swung my blade in a wide arc.
The sword struck the metal framework of the wheelhouse, sending sparks flying with a deafening clang.
At the same moment, the ghost vanished from sight.

Siiiiiii—

I felt a chill behind my back.
My Ghost Radar confirmed the spirit was behind me.
I immediately spun around and swung my blade.
The ghost recoiled, floating backward.

Siiiiiii—

The Female Ghost’s hair spread out around her like a parachute.
In that instant, her face came into perfect focus in Tae-woo’s vision.
Glossy gray skin and blood-red eyes.
Teeth exposed where the lips had rotted away entirely.
I couldn’t determine her exact grade, but the Female Ghost’s appearance and the sheer aggression she radiated were overwhelmingly powerful.
That was when it happened.
Crash—
Shatter—
Every window in the Bridge exploded simultaneously.
At the same moment, shards of glass poured inward.
Whoooosh—
A torrential downpour from outside crashed through into the cabin.
The ship’s windows were certainly not ordinary glass, but reinforced panes.
Yet the Female Ghost had shattered them with nothing but her own strength.
Waaaaaah—
Crackle-crackle-crackle—
As the Female Ghost opened her mouth wide, an intensely frigid wind began to swirl around me.
Simultaneously, rainwater and glass shards that had fallen to the floor rose into the air, engulfing the entire Bridge.
A miniature tornado was forming.
Sting—
A single shard of glass grazed my cheek as it passed.
A sharp sting accompanied the flow of blood.
The Female Ghost shrieked at the sight of me.

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaah—

It was that scream I’d heard when I first boarded this ship.
Shrieeeeeeeeeek—
Even now, rainwater and glass shards whirled faster in the vortex.
If I remained passive, the whirlwind laden with glass fragments would shred my flesh as though I were being wrung out like laundry.
Counterattacking was far better than waiting idly.
I immediately drew my pistol and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang—
But the bullets were swallowed by the vortex and vanished entirely.
Even as this unfolded, the whirlwind drew closer, narrowing the distance between us.
Slash—
Another glass shard grazed my neck as it passed.
Blood trickled down from the wound.
Rip—
My collar was torn slightly.
I could feel with certainty that the glass shards circling around me were drawing ever nearer.
If I charged forward with the Ghost-Slaying Blade, I couldn’t easily guarantee I’d pass through that vortex without injury.

Shhhhhhhhhhhh—
[I’ll kill you all—! I’ll kill you all—!]

Then, suddenly, I became curious about why it was so enraged.
After a moment’s thought, I drew the Blood Crimson Blade.
Then I let the blood trickling from my neck stain the blade slightly.
Shrieeeeeeeeeek—
Even as I did this, the whirlwind carrying glass shards and rainwater continued advancing toward me.
I spun once with the Blood Crimson Blade in hand, then hurled it toward the floating spirit.
Whoooosh— Shrieeeeeek—
The blood-stained Blood Crimson Blade pierced through the spirit’s body.
I immediately extended my left arm in that same motion.
Slash— Slash— Slash—
Glass shards scraped across my extended left arm, tearing my sleeve and opening wounds.
In that moment, the Ghost Mic’s electrical current activated, generating electromagnetic force.
Thunk—
The Blood Crimson Blade, having pierced through the spirit’s body, halted abruptly in mid-air.
Then it immediately returned to me, piercing through the spirit’s back once more.
Shrieeeeeek—
The Blood Crimson Blade returned to my left hand and I caught it.
At the same moment, the spirit’s body, pierced through, tilted toward me.
Crackle crackle crackle crackle—
Thud thud thud—
The whirlwind that had been closing in on me lost its force in an instant, and the glass shards within it scattered across the deck.
Tssssssss—
Meanwhile, the spirit collapsed toward me while being gradually engulfed in black smoke.
At the same time, my vision was obscured.
And I was naturally drawn into the spirit’s consciousness.
“Listen carefully—!”
Beyond the black smoke that obscured my vision, I heard Hong Yang-doo’s voice.
As I heard Hong Yang-doo’s voice—the same one I’d been hearing moments before—I momentarily lost track of whether I was in reality or within the spirit’s consciousness.

A moment later, as the black smoke cleared, I saw people huddled together on the deck.
Those dressed in shabby clothes all stood before the container with terrified expressions, while Hong Yang-doo and the crew members faced them.
The sun was intensely fierce, as if it were the height of summer.

“From now on, you’ll stay inside that container. Don’t knock around inside and draw attention to yourselves. Just wait quietly until we
open it
for you. Understood?”

Hong Yang-doo shouted.
At that, several people turned to look inside the container and frowned.

“You want us to go in there in this heat? You’re trying to cook us alive?”
“That’s right! It’s way too hot in there!”

The people protested vehemently.

“Did you think sneaking into
Korea
would be easy? Either stay quiet and get in there,
or
you can all drown right here instead. Your choice.”

Hong Yang-doo pointed toward the outer deck and shouted.
At his gesture, people’s eyes followed his fingertip beyond the railing to the vast expanse of open sea stretching before them.
“….”
No one dared to resist outright.
Then, a few of them shuffled into the Container first.
“Sigh.”
The remaining people, resigned to their fate, filed into the Container.
Moments later, once everyone had entered, one of the Crew Members locked the Container door shut.
Whoooooosh—
Black smoke swirled violently once more.
In the dark night, Hong Yang-doo and the Crew Members gathered before the Container where the people had gone inside.
Their expressions had grown far darker than before.
“You say screams came from inside? No way. Ah, open it up.”
Hong Yang-doo spoke with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
One of the Crew Members approached the Container, swallowed hard, and carefully pulled the door open.
Clang— Creeeeak—
As the Container door opened, a putrid stench wafted out violently.
And what lay revealed were corpses of people who had suffocated to death in the intense heat.

“Oh, my God.”

The Crew Members furrowed their brows and stepped back.

“Please,
save me
.”

Then a woman crawled out from inside the Container, stretching her hand forward with difficulty.
Hong Yang-doo, watching this scene silently, deeply furrowed his brow and picked up a tool beside him.
Then he struck the woman crawling out hard on the head.
Thud—
The woman collapsed limply, blood pouring from her wound.

“Hey. Damn it. They’re all illegal immigrants anyway. There’s no way to verify their identities. Dump them all in the sea.”

At those words, a Crew Member spoke.

“At dawn, we’ll be entering Incheon Port anyway, so if we dump the body here, it might drift out to sea with the current, right?!”
to Incheon Port
“You’ll go in, yeah, yeah, right here—if you dump the body, it goes to the harbor.”
drifting away
“It’s possible, isn’t it?!”
“Heh.”

Hong Yang-doo wiped his face roughly with his hands, then let out a heavy sigh.
He rolled his eyes as if lost in thought for a moment, then asked another Crew Member.

“When’s our next departure?”
“Two weeks from now, sir.”
“Two weeks. Damn it.”

Hong Yang-doo muttered a curse before speaking.

“Hey. There’s empty space in the Engine Room, right?”
“The Engine Room…?”
Move all the bodies there and cover them with cloth. If we hide them well in the Engine Room, no one will find them. Then when we set sail next time, we’ll take them far out and dump them.”
Hidden away
If you have it, you won’t catch it. Plus,
Hidden away
I’ll come back for the next departure.
Going far away
“Let’s throw it away.”
“B-boss?”
“Can’t you hear me? Move it!”

He shouted harshly.
The Crew Members flinched in surprise and dragged the bodies one by one into the Ship Interior.

“Hey! If anyone’s still alive while you’re moving them, finish the job before you go in! And you—wipe up the blood on the floor!”

Hong Yang-doo barked orders at the other Crew Members.
I watched this scene intently from the burning Deck.
Hong Yang-doo’s face was clearly visible, but all the other Crew Members’ faces appeared blurred.
The Female Ghost whose consciousness I was peering into didn’t seem to know the faces of the other Crew Members—only the boss’s.
Whoooooosh—
Suddenly, black smoke swirled again, obscuring my vision.

Whoooosh—
The sound of rain returned once more.
As my obscured vision gradually cleared, the wheelhouse revealed itself—nothing but the black smoke dissipating from the vanquished spirit and rainwater pooling across the floor.
I exhaled sharply, then clenched my teeth.
Hong Yang-doo’s words about spirits appearing three years ago.
And the consciousness the spirit had just shown me.
Combining these two pieces, it seemed the spirits had begun inhabiting this ship around that time.
And Hong Yang-doo had desperately sought exorcism out of fear of his own past.
I exhaled deeply and approached the microphone in the wheelhouse.
Then I retrieved the LP player and started the music.

[Beethoven Piano Concerto No. 5, Movement 2]

A subtle yet beautiful melody began flowing through the microphone, resonating across the entire ship.
At the same moment, something extraordinary began to happen.
The dark crimson blood that had been pouring from the speakers reversed course, being sucked back inward as if the recording were playing backward.
Tap—tap tap—
The rainwater entering through the broken window scattered and vanished above the LP player.
It appeared as though an invisible force was shielding the rain away.
“Tae-woo.”
Then I heard Ye-rim’s voice from behind.
Turning my head, I saw Ye-rim and Min-hye entering the wheelhouse.
“Are you alright? What happened?”
Ye-rim continued with her question.
“Something terrible occurred on this ship.”
I answered quietly, then began calmly explaining what I had witnessed.
After hearing the entire account, both Ye-rim and Min-hye furrowed their brows.
“Good heavens. Such a horrific incident….”
Min-hye couldn’t bring herself to continue.
“It appears the spirits of those who died then are now occupying this ship, driven by a desire for revenge against Hong Yang-doo and the crew members. However, it didn’t seem they remembered the crew members’ faces.”
“So they might simply be trying to kill everyone on this ship.”
“Yes, that’s right. Hong Yang-doo’s disappearance is likely connected to that incident as well.”
“That man. I had a feeling something was off about him.”
Ye-rim shook her head and continued muttering to herself.
“He probably deserves death, but we still need to save the living. So where do you think Hong Yang-doo is now?”
I answered her question.
“They said they moved the corpses from the container to the engine room. If the spirits are going to kill him, it would likely be in the engine room.”

Guihon Trading Company – Chapter 110

Author
Chau Renz
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yoon Tae-ri
Cover
Lee Chi

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