Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48

Approximately 150 corpses were buried in the Jangdok Training Center Parade Ground.
Most wore North Korean military uniforms from the Korean War era, while some wore only undergarments, making their affiliations impossible to determine with certainty.
A forensic excavation team would be deployed to conduct further investigation into the matter.
In any case.
After completing the work, I received orders from Moon So-ryeong to take a day of rest before I could finally return home.
As I stepped through the entrance door of my house, the housekeeper came out to greet me.
“Thank you for your hard work— Oh my. Young master. What on earth happened to you? Shouldn’t you go to the hospital first?”
The housekeeper gasped in alarm upon seeing me caked in dirt and blood.
“I’m fine. I apologize, but could you prepare a meal first? I’m starving.”
“Of course. Go wash up. I’ll have dinner ready. Just leave your clothes in the laundry basket in front of your room, and I’ll take care of them.”
“Thank you so much.”
I waved my hand dismissively and headed up to my room on the second floor.
After placing my smart glasses on the desk and tossing the Ghost-Hunting Blade and Blood-Draining Blade onto the bed, I immediately undressed and stepped into the shower.
Water cascaded down—
And as it poured over me, I slowly unwound the bandages.
Blood still trickled slowly from the crimson wound, but as Moon So-ryeong had said, the injury wasn’t as severe as I’d feared.
It was slightly deeper than a light cut, but nothing catastrophic.
“Sigh.”
I gently prodded the wound with my fingertip.
A slight sting shot through me, and blood streamed down.
Just then, I heard a knock at the shower door.
Knock, knock—
“Who is it?”
I flinched in surprise.
“Young master. It’s me.”
It was Seung-hun.
I cracked the door open slightly, and Seung-hun held up a first aid kit.
“I heard you were injured. Allow me to treat it for you.”
“Treatment? I think I’ll be alright.”
“At minimum, it needs to be disinfected.”
“Ah. Right. Yes, I understand. Just a moment.”
I closed the door again and hastily pulled on my underwear before opening it once more.
Seung-hun entered the shower without hesitation and set the first aid kit on the floor.
“Please sit over there. Relax and breathe calmly.”
Seung-hun spoke with practiced ease, clearly experienced in treatment.
As I sat on the plastic chair in the corner of the shower, he retrieved a needle, medical thread, and other supplies necessary for wound care.
“You know how to do this?”
“Of course. I treated the Founder himself back in the day.”
Seung-hun shrugged his shoulders and answered, then immediately began the treatment.
“Stitching without anesthesia promotes better healing, but that would cause considerable pain, so I’ll just apply an anesthetic cream. You’ll feel a slight sting.”
He spoke while applying an unidentifiable salve around the wound.
Tae-woo nodded and looked down at the wound before asking.
“By the way, sir. You said you served my grandfather for a long time, right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know anything about those ‘Ghost-Piercing Blades’ and ‘Blood-Severing Blades’?”
“The weapons the Chairman used? No. I don’t know the details.”
“Is that so? My grandfather always carried them with him, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. He took them to most of the battle sites.”
“Have you ever witnessed him perform an exorcism directly?”
“A few times, but since I lack spiritual sight, I’ve never really understood what was happening.”
“I see….”
Tae-woo murmured with a tone of regret.
Then Seung-hun, who had been observing him, added a remark.
“Is it because you’re curious about those two weapons?”
“Yes. Well, they don’t seem to be ordinary swords, after all.”
“I’m not sure if there are any records about those two weapons, but there’s a hermitage in Gangwon Province where the Chairman stayed before he passed away. He studied many things there and left records as well—there might be something about them there.”
“Such a place exists?”
“Yes. I think you might know of it as well, young master.”
In that moment, Tae-woo recalled the hermitage from the hallucination shown by the Controller Ghost.
It was also a place where he had stayed with his grandfather when he was young.
As that location came to mind, Tae-woo remembered his grandfather’s voice echoing from within the hermitage.
‘Could it be that the hallucination I saw actually meant something?’
Tae-woo blinked and fell into thought.
“If you’d like, I can take you there whenever you wish.”
“After I wash up and go right away?”
“Wash up? Right now?”
“Yes.”
“You must be quite exhausted. And you’re injured.”
“If I don’t go soon, I won’t be able to rest properly. I’m too curious.”
Tae-woo said.
Seung-hun glanced up at Tae-woo while stitching the wound.
Now that he thought about it, Tae-woo hadn’t flinched or let out a single groan the entire time he was stitching the wound.
He observed Tae-woo quietly for a moment, then nodded.
“Understood. Once you’re done washing, we’ll have you eat and then prepare to depart immediately.”
Seung-hun didn’t hesitate and finished stitching the remaining wound.

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11 a.m.
After finishing breakfast, I climbed into the car with Seung-hun.
We were heading to that hermitage he had mentioned.
During the drive, Seung-hun shared various stories about Guihon Trading Company.
Most of what he said didn’t differ much from what I’d already heard from Ye-rim or Ji-seok.
Still, I listened to his words as though hearing them for the first time.
Before long, I drifted naturally into sleep.
After two hours of driving like that.
Seung-hun’s car came to a stop at a small parking lot at the base of a mountain.
“Young Master. We’ve arrived.”
Seung-hun spoke while glancing at the rearview mirror from the driver’s seat.
“Ah, yes, yes. Ugh. I completely dozed off.”
I jolted awake at Seung-hun’s call, rubbing my eyes as I looked around.
“Here? I didn’t know there was a parking lot here.”
I tilted my head at the landscape visible around me.
I had no memory of stopping at a parking lot when I visited that hermitage as a child.
“Yes. It was built a few years ago.”
“A few years ago? Ah, well, that makes sense. The last time I came was already ten years ago.”
“Indeed. It must be quite a long time since your last visit.”
Seung-hun answered with a smile, then stepped out of the car and opened the rear door for me.
After I got out and wrapped the Guichal Sword and Blood Crimson Sword around my body, Seung-hun gestured for us to move forward.
And so I began climbing the mountain path alongside him.
As we climbed for a while, a side path appeared, and Seung-hun turned in that direction as though familiar with it.
If I had come alone without Seung-hun, I likely would have gotten quite lost.
I tried my best to commit everything to memory, continuing to observe my surroundings as I followed him.
As we ventured deeper, a small open field appeared, and at its far end, my Grandfather’s hermitage came into view.
I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breath, gazing at the hermitage.
‘Tae-woo.’
It was as though my Grandfather’s voice was flowing out from within the hermitage.
Though brief, I felt the undeniable impact of the hallucination the Controller Ghost had shown me.
‘Just from hearing it that briefly, it must be quite difficult for Yoon Manager.’
I recalled Ye-rim, who had fallen into the hallucination and wept uncontrollably, unable to regain her senses.
I shook my head and slowly moved toward the hermitage.
As I did, I continued to recall the phenomena that had appeared within the hallucination.
My parents demanding I hand over the Guichal Sword, and my Grandfather’s voice echoing from within the hermitage.
And then, in the next hallucination, my Grandfather appeared and warned me never to follow where the dead call, regardless of reason or place.
Even if the hallucination was merely a trick of a memory-stealing ghost using the recollections of the living, what did it mean that my Grandfather—who had tried to protect me—had called me toward the hermitage?
According to my Grandfather’s teachings, I shouldn’t have approached at all.
It seemed like an instruction to keep distance and not get caught up in the hallucination of his parents demanding he hand over the Ghost Tracking Compass.
At least, while walking toward the Hermitage after hearing that voice, he had created distance from the ‘phantom’ of his parents that appeared behind him!
Hummmmm—
As he approached the Hermitage, the Ghost Tracking Compass trembled slightly once more.
Despite carrying it on his back, he could feel the vibration distinctly.
When Tae-woo paused mid-step, Seung-hun turned around with a puzzled expression.
“Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”
Tae-woo waved his hand dismissively and resumed walking toward the Hermitage.
Whiiing whiiiiing—
A desolate wind swept past them abruptly.
Feeling the sudden chill, Tae-woo tensed and looked around—were there ghosts nearby?
Since he’d left his smart glasses on the desk, he had to rely solely on his spiritual sight rather than the Ghost Radar.
There was no helping it.
He hadn’t anticipated needing the Ghost Radar in the first place, and besides, it needed charging after running all night.
“Winter has truly arrived now, it seems.”
Seung-hun buttoned his coat and moved toward the Hermitage.
Tae-woo followed behind him as they approached the Hermitage.
The entrance door to the Hermitage was plastered with yellow talismans alongside a padlock.
Seung-hun approached without hesitation, produced a key, and promptly unlocked the padlock.

Clank— creeeeeak—

As the door opened, a subtle fragrance emerged along with a small Shrine Room.
Upon entering, I felt a strangely soothing sensation wash over me.
Whether it was the incense honoring the divine or nostalgia for the place where I spent my childhood, I couldn’t say for certain.
“There. That’s where the Founder always used to sit.”
Seung-hun pointed to one side as he spoke.
It was a space where a small low table and bookshelves were arranged.
As I turned my head in that direction—an image of my Grandfather sitting there in childhood overlapped with the present.
“Back then, I never understood what he was always looking at and writing.”
I gazed intently at the low table and the thick cushion placed inside it.
“Then I’ll wait outside. Please take your time and come out when you’re ready.”
Seung-hun bowed slightly and stepped outside.
I nodded and sat down on the cushion.
Then a strange feeling came over me, as if I had become my Grandfather.
I had thought that despite growing up under my Grandfather’s care, I held neither affection nor cherished memories of him.
Rather, I remembered harboring resentment for inheriting the spiritual sight that allowed me to see ghosts.
Yet blood was blood—I felt something bittersweet wash over me.
As I examined my surroundings, lost in reminiscence for a moment, I reached toward the bookshelf and began scanning the titles one by one.
Among them, one book caught my eye in particular.

[鬼]

The cover bore only a single character—the Chinese character for “ghost”—with nothing else written on it.
I stared blankly at it for a moment, then pulled it from the shelf and opened it.
Then the Ghost Slayer Blade, which I had set aside moments before, began vibrating loudly once more.
Whirrrrr— whirrrrrrrrrr—
It vibrated so intensely that it sounded like a phone on silent mode.
I held the Ghost Slayer Blade firmly in one hand as I flipped through the pages one by one.
What could the Ghost Slayer Blade be sensing?
The book contained exactly the information I had been curious about.
It was about the “Ghost Slayer Blade” and the “Blood Water Blade.”
The spirit dwelling within the Ghost Slayer Blade was Kim Hwan, Joseon’s greatest swordmaster.
My ancestor.
Which meant that the “will of the Ghost Slayer Blade” was ultimately the same as the “will of Kim Hwan.”
During his lifetime, Kim Hwan traveled between Joseon and Ming, slaying countless ghosts with the Ghost Slayer Blade.
The number was so great that the cries of the ghosts vanquished within the Ghost Slayer Blade could still be heard.
I slightly released my grip on the Ghost Slayer Blade, which continued to vibrate with a “whirrrr—” sound.
A chill ran down my spine at the thought that perhaps those vibrations were the cries of those ghosts.

Exorcism Specialist Company Guihon Trading Chapter 48

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

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ⓒ2026, Chau Lens

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