Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

Whoooosh—
Weeds were sliced through the air, scattering wildly.
But no black smoke erupted from the ghost.
The ghost had already vanished.
While I stood bewildered, the ghost materialized behind me and seized my throat.
“Gack!”
My breath was cut off in an instant, unable to draw air properly.
I gritted my teeth in agony and searched desperately for a way to counterattack.
I tried to draw the Blood Crimson Blade from my waist in haste.
But the ghost, sensing my movement, hurled me violently to the side.
Whoooosh—boom—
I flew sideways and crashed into the Parade Ground.
“Ugh!”
Sharp pain engulfed my entire body.
“It’s fast.”
This was the fastest ghost I had ever encountered among all the spirits I’d faced.
I pulled myself up, steadying my body, and gripped my blade again.
“If this creature is fast, then I’ll move faster too.”
From a reverse bow stance, I straightened my waist and fixed my gaze on the ghost standing before me.
Tap—
The ghost rushed toward me with its joints grotesquely twisted.
Though I had straightened my waist, my spine was bent at roughly a sixty-degree angle, one shoulder was disturbingly raised, and my elbows were bent backward.
The faster it moved, the more its joints contorted—as if its bones were not fixed in place at all.
“Aaaahhh!”
I thrust forward with my blade lowered.
I intended to draw the blade upward diagonally to cut.
Whoooosh—
Upon closing the distance, I swung my blade without hesitation.
Once again, the ghost vanished completely from my sight.
“Damn—!”
At the same moment, the ghost appeared behind me.
It seized the back of my head with one hand and drove me straight into the ground.
Crash—
My face was driven into the grass-covered earth, and I gasped in pain.

The ghost let out an incomprehensible incantation in a rapid, garbled stream.

The ghost chanted unknown syllables directly into Tae-woo’s ear at dizzying speed.
“Damn it—!”
Tae-woo drove the ghost back with all his might, then swung the Spectral Blade while lying on the ground.
The ghost recoiled sharply.
Tae-woo seized the moment, sprang to his feet, and unleashed a flurry of rapid sword strikes.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—Shhwaaaack!
Blade energy erupted from his strikes, yet the ghost evaded every attack without moving its legs even once.
Each time, only the surrounding weeds were severed, scattering on the wind.
Shhwaaaack!
When Tae-woo unleashed a devastating strike with all his strength, the weeds around him were cleanly sliced and sent flying into the air.
Whoooosh!
Simultaneously, sand from the ground swirled upward.
Tae-woo stood in the midst of it, preparing his next strike.
At that instant, the ghost charged directly at him.

Crrrrk, crrrrk, crrrrk—

The ghost contorted its joints grotesquely as it approached.
If he swung his sword again now, it was certain the creature would reappear from the front or back as before.
Anticipating this, Tae-woo drew the Blood Crimson Blade in one hand while gripping the Spectral Blade in the other.
His plan was to slash with the Blood Crimson Blade the moment the creature drew close enough.
“Kyaahhh!”
Tae-woo swung the Spectral Blade with tremendous force.
Whoooosh!
Once more, weeds and sand dust erupted into the air.
As expected, the ghost vanished simultaneously.
Pop!
In an instant, the ghost materialized directly before Tae-woo’s face.
Tae-woo, having anticipated this, immediately swung the Blood Crimson Blade.
Thud!
But the ghost, as if expecting his counterattack, seized Tae-woo’s wrist with one arm, the arm holding the Blood Crimson Blade.
Then, as if about to kiss him, the ghost thrust its face close to his and twisted its head.
It resembled something inhaling the scent of food placed before it.
“Ugh!”
Tae-woo furrowed his brow, a groan escaping his lips.
The ghost’s grip was so powerful his wrist felt as though it might snap.
‘This won’t do!’
Tae-woo attempted to slash the ghost with the Spectral Blade.
At that very instant—!
The ghost wrenched my wrist and shoved my arm toward my abdomen.
Thud—
In the same moment, the Blood Crimson Blade in my hand plunged into my abdomen.
“Kugh!”
I staggered backward, my face contorted in agony.
I yanked the Blood Crimson Blade from my abdomen as quickly as I could, but the gushing blood and searing pain refused to relent.
“Damn it.”
I muttered, staring at the blood coating my hand and the blade.
“Hell. I’m going to lose my mind at this rate.”
The ghost, watching me writhe in pain, twisted its lips into a grotesque smile.

Skreeeee—

Its mouth stretched from corner to ear, emitting an eerie sound.

Kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee-kee—

It sounded like mockery.
I furrowed my brow sharply and swung my sword in a wide arc once more.
Whoooosh—
The ghost vanished again, reappearing about ten meters away.
“Damn. This hurts like hell.”
The fear of ghosts as terrifying entities had long since evaporated.
All I wanted now was to land an effective blow on this creature.
But with a hole in my abdomen, even with the Guichaldao’s will supporting me, I couldn’t move as swiftly as before.
‘There has to be a way.’
Then I spotted something that could move faster.
The blood-stained Blood Crimson Blade in my hand.
If I threw it, I could strike faster than running ever could.
“Alright, let’s try this.”
I gripped both the Guichaldao and the Blood Crimson Blade, resuming my fighting stance.
The ghost, its mouth stretched to its ears, charged at me again.
I threw the Blood Crimson Blade without hesitation.
Whoooosh—
The Blood Crimson Blade spun rapidly through the air.
The ghost saw the blade coming straight at it, charged forward without dodging, and casually batted it away with one hand.
It seemed to regard the attack as beneath contempt.
Ting— Whirrrr—
The blood-stained Blood Crimson Blade arced through the air.
At the same time, the ghost before me swung its arm in a wide arc.
Whoosh—
I leaped high into the air, evading the ghost’s attack.
Mid-flight, I pivoted my body toward the Blood Crimson Blade, which was descending in a graceful arc.
“Hyaaaah!”
With all my strength, I brought the Spectral Blade down upon the Blood Crimson Blade.
Clang—
Whoooosh— Thud—
The Blood Crimson Blade plummeted at tremendous speed and embedded itself directly into the ghost’s shoulder.
In that instant, black smoke erupted from the ghost’s shoulder.
Crrrk, crrrk, crrrk—
The ghost tilted its head upward with an unsettling, grotesque twist of its neck joints.
It was trying to look up at me.
Suspended in the air, I grasped the Spectral Blade with both hands and hoisted it high.
“Haaaah!”
With every ounce of strength, I brought the blade down upon the ghost.
In that moment, an enormous volume of black smoke erupted in all directions.
Whoooooosh—
As my vision was obscured, my Ghost Radar momentarily went dark.
Then I felt a powerful light streaming down through the black smoke.
I adjusted my grip on the blade and stepped back, surveying my surroundings.
It was suddenly broad daylight.
The space where the Parade Ground and Parade Ground had been was now transformed into a mountainous landscape with an ordinary open field.
“Another illusion.”
Suddenly, I saw men in North Korean military uniforms standing densely among the trees.
They all appeared as living people, not as ghosts.
“I heard there was a traitor among us. With revolutionary will, we have executed the traitors.”
“Who committed treason?!”
“Isn’t the one speaking like that the traitor?”
“This bastard has no shame!”
They seemed completely unaware of my presence, fighting amongst themselves.
‘What is this situation?’
Seeing the armed soldiers, I hid slightly to the side and observed the situation more carefully.
Whoooosh—
Black smoke swirled once more, and this time I saw North Korean soldiers gathering the corpses of dead North Korean soldiers in the open field.
In the midst of this, dozens of soldiers were digging frantically at the ground with shovels.
It appeared they were trying to bury the bodies there.
‘Did they shoot each other to death here?’
I thought to myself.
At that very moment, one of the North Korean soldiers who appeared to be dead suddenly pulled out a grenade.
“Grenade!”
“Take cover! Take cover!”

Kwaaaaaang—

Then came an ear-splitting explosion.
Piiiiiii—
As the intense ringing in my ears mingled with the surge of flames, I squeezed my eyes shut.
When I opened them again, I found myself back in the center of the Parade Ground.
Before my eyes, a ghost with contorted joints stood swaying, the Blood Crimson Blade lodged in its shoulder and the Ghost Piercer embedded in its head.

Chwajajajajajajaaja—

The ghost then expelled a thick plume of black smoke once more and began to dissipate.
That was the moment.
Persk— Kwaaaaaang—
Black smoke erupted from the Parade Ground floor like a water column centered on me, and the ground collapsed as if a sinkhole had formed.
Only the ground beneath my feet remained intact.
“Cough, cough—”
As black smoke mixed with sand dust swirled in all directions, I coughed and fanned the air with my hand.
As my vision gradually cleared, I looked down into the sunken ground.
“Good heavens.”
What lay before me were hundreds of skeletal remains tangled together in a mass of corpses.
All the soldiers had been buried here.
“Kim!”
Just then, I heard Moon So-ryeong calling from a distance.
I covered my nose and mouth against the swirling sand dust and waved my hand in response.

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“Ugh!”
I groaned as Moon So-ryeong administered first aid to my wounds.
She wrapped a bandage around my bare abdomen, then tapped it once with a sharp flick.
“Stop being such a baby. The wound isn’t that deep. Just bear with it a little longer.”
“Still, could you be a bit gentler? This is the first time in my life I’ve been slashed by a blade.”
“Goodness. Honestly.”
Moon So-ryeong furrowed her brow as she spoke.
I endured the pain and gazed up at the sky.
The dawn sun was gradually enveloping the Training Field.
Vroom vroom— screech—
Several vehicles pulled up to the entrance of the Training Field.
They were employees from the Settlement Team of Guihon Trading.
“Since it’s finished, go inside and verify it.”
Moon So-ryeong pointed into the Training Field and spoke. The Settlement Team employees rushed inside, each carrying talismans, bells, and fans.
“But what happened to that last ghost? Why did the sinkhole appear?”
Moon So-ryeong asked as she finished tying the bandage.
I touched the tightly bound bandage once, then put my shirt back on and answered.
“I’m not entirely sure of the details either. The moment I drove the Blood Crimson Blade into that ghost and made one powerful slash, suddenly vivid hallucinations appeared—North Korean soldiers everywhere, killing each other, burying bodies in the ground. Then as soon as I returned to reality, the ground suddenly collapsed.”
“And corpses came out from there?”
“Yes.”
At my answer, Moon So-ryeong fell silent in thought for a moment, then looked at the blood-stained Blood Crimson Blade lying beside me.
“When you attacked the ghost, was Kim Manager’s blood already on the Blood Crimson Blade?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
Moon So-ryeong nodded slowly.
As I blinked and looked at her, she added an explanation.
“I don’t know all the details myself, but I once saw the Founder do this during fieldwork—occasionally he would smear his own blood on the Blood Crimson Blade before piercing a ghost. He said doing this allows the ghost to resolve its resentment.”
“Is that so…?”
I tilted my head in confusion.
I had eliminated ghosts with the Blood Crimson Blade many times before, but I had never stabbed a ghost while the blade was smeared with blood like this.
If that vivid scene that suddenly appeared was actually a memory of the ghost from being pierced by the blood-stained Blood Crimson Blade—it certainly seemed like it would help in resolving the ghost’s resentment.
‘I definitely need to study more about the weapons I have.’
I turned the Blood Crimson Blade over in my hands as I thought.

Guihon Trading: Exorcism Specialists Chapter 47

Author
Chau Lens
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yun Tae-ri
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Lee Chi

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