Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

I paid no mind to the burning sensation and continued reading the book.
Kim Hwan, who had lived as Joseon’s greatest swordmaster and had cut down countless souls of the dead alongside the living, eventually chose to enter the Guichaldo of his own volition when his time came—driven by a singular resolve to eliminate all the wandering dead in the Nine Heavens.
And as his descendants carried on the exorcism work across generations, fragments of ghosts accumulated within the Guichaldo, and Kim Hwan’s aspiration transformed into desire, projecting his will onto those who wielded the Guichaldo.
And by a cruel twist of fate, only those who inherited Kim Hwan’s blood could obey the will of the Guichaldo.
Up to this point, I already knew most of the story.
But what came next was truly shocking.
Because his aspiration had been converted into desire, Kim Hwan—who dwelled within the Guichaldo—was gradually becoming the Silent Spirit Ghost, and he was gathering the soul fragments of the ghosts he had annihilated through the Guichaldo to strengthen himself.
Beneath my grandfather’s writing was a note stating that at some point, Kim Hwan would eventually consume the body and mind of the Guichaldo’s user.
The moment I saw those words, I felt a chill run down my spine.
“So that’s what Grandfather was saying in his hallucination.”
I murmured softly, recalling the image of my grandfather as I had seen him at the Jangdok Training Ground.
According to this account, the more I used the Guichaldo, the stronger it would become, but with that strength came the risk that my own soul would be devoured by the Guichaldo itself.
In other words—this Guichaldo was nothing less than a poisoned chalice.
“So to wield the Guichaldo freely, the user must also grow stronger.”
Conventionally, those who hadn’t received spiritual sight or divine possession but still perceived many ghosts were said to have weak “ki.”
That meant if one’s ki was strong, their resistance to ghosts would be proportionally greater.
Applying this logic to my current situation meant that the stronger I became as the “user,” the more I could “resist” the Guichaldo’s will attempting to consume my mind and body.
“I’ll need to train, then.”
I had to learn to utilize the Guichaldo’s will appropriately while maintaining control so it wouldn’t consume me.
Reading this book, I felt the weight of an unexpected burden settling upon me—more work than I had anticipated.
“Then what about the Hyeolsudando? What exactly is the Hyeolsudando?”
I turned to the next page.
Naturally, information about the Hyeolsudando was recorded there as well.
“Ah?”
This was entirely new information.
According to the Guichalsarok, my ancestor—Joseon’s greatest swordmaster—had married a shaman woman, and through that union gained the ability to cut down ghosts with a blade.
The woman’s name was Cheon Dong Bosal.
Cheon Dong Bosal was a shaman who served the “Cheon Dong Deity”—the most feared god in shamanic faith—as her primary deity, and she was so renowned that even in the Royal Palace, where shamanism was forbidden, she was secretly summoned to perform rituals.
The sacred tool she used most frequently during her rituals was this very Hyeolsudando.
If the Guichaldo was the blade of Joseon’s greatest swordmaster Kim Hwan, then the Hyeolsudando was the sacred tool of Cheon Dong Bosal, who was called Joseon’s greatest shaman!
Cheon Dong Bosal would summon ghosts, then anoint the Hyeolsudando with her own blood to guide them to salvation, grant them peace, or offer them comfort.
The moment I saw this record, I recalled the final battle I had fought at the Jangdok Training Center Parade Ground.
The strange phenomena that had manifested when I pierced a ghost with the Hyeolsudando stained with blood.
Considering that Cheon Dong Bosal’s blood also flowed through my veins, I could immediately understand what role the Hyeolsudando played.
“Rather than simply annihilating ghosts through force alone, the Hyeolsudando would be useful when I need to offer them comfort or guide them to salvation. Depending on the circumstances.”
I withdrew the Hyeolsudando and arranged it neatly upon the side table.
Then, along with the Guichaldo, I examined it once more carefully.
If the Guichaldo was a tool for exorcism through overwhelming force, the Hyeolsudando was conversely a tool for exorcism through shamanic power—’gently’ so to speak.
Though the process required spilling one’s own blood, making it visually brutal, for ghosts it might actually be preferable to be guided upward or transcended through the Hyeolsudando rather than annihilated by the Guichaldo.
Then, suddenly—
A thought struck me: the Guichaldo could embody Yoon Ye-rim’s exorcism style, while the Hyeolsudando could manifest Bang Ji-seok’s exorcism approach.
I nodded and turned to the next page.
“If the Guichaldo is ‘fire,’ then the Hyeolsudando is ‘water.’ If the Guichaldo is strong ‘yang,’ then the Hyeolsudando is extreme ‘yin.’ Through the harmony of both, one can control the ability.”
I murmured the words written in the book, tracing them with my fingertip.
In short, the Hyeolsudando was meant to restrain the Guichaldo to a certain degree.
Ultimately, it meant that carrying both the Guichaldo and Hyeolsudando together at all times would aid the user’s safety.
“I see, yes.”
I nodded and pushed the book aside.
It was so I could take it with me when I went home later.
Then I examined what other books were available.
That was when a peculiar book caught my eye.

[記]

A book with only the character for ‘record’ written on it.
I took it out and opened it.
‘Hmm.’
The book contained extremely detailed records of exorcisms my Grandfather had personally performed.
While the ‘Guichalsok’ contained general information, understanding, and representative examples of each ghost, this book was essentially my Grandfather’s ‘exorcism journal.’
Moreover, unlike the Guichalsok, it was written in modern Korean, making it far easier to read.
I set this book aside as well to take with me.
Thus, for quite some time, I perused through various materials in my Grandfather’s hermitage.

* * *

I had fallen asleep on the side table while reading, having forgotten all about mealtime.
It wasn’t until the sun began to set that Seung-hun arrived and woke me, allowing me to regain my senses.
“Young Master. If you’re tired, shall we head back now?”
At Seung-hun’s words, I nodded and gathered the Guichal Diagram, the Blood Essence Elixir, and the books I had set aside beforehand.
“Is it alright if I take these home?”
“Of course. Everything here belongs to you, Young Master.”
Seung-hun answered with a smile and helped me to my feet.
The moment we stepped outside, he locked the Hermitage door behind us just as he had before we entered.
“Let’s head back quickly. I’ll instruct them to prepare a delicious dinner for you.”
Seung-hun spoke respectfully beside me.
I nodded and turned my steps toward the Mountain Path.
Then, without thinking, I glanced back at the Hermitage.
That was when I saw someone standing in front of it.
A man dressed in a crimson hanbok with a gat upon his head and a sword at his waist appeared remarkably robust and dignified.
He stood facing the Hermitage, then slowly turned his head toward me.
His very presence exuded an undeniable sense of elegance.
“Young Master. What are you looking at?”
That was when Seung-hun asked.
“Ah.”
I glanced at Seung-hun once before turning my head back toward the Hermitage.
But the man in the hanbok had already vanished.
“….”
I stared at the spot where he had been standing for a long moment, then climbed the Mountain Path with Seung-hun once more.
I didn’t know who he was, but I could tell he was a ghost with an interest in either the Hermitage or myself.

* * *

The next morning.
As I arrived at the office, I sensed an odd atmosphere and cautiously observed my surroundings.
Moon So-ryeong was in Cha Jun-ho’s office discussing something, while Yoon Ye-rim stood beside Bang Ji-seok’s desk.
From the atmosphere, it looked as though someone was being scolded.
“Good morning. Good morning.”
I greeted the employees I made eye contact with as I approached Team 4’s area.
Bang Ji-seok had been speaking to Ye-rim for quite some time, but upon seeing me greet them, he seemed to wrap up the conversation.
“Be more careful going forward.”
“Yes, I’ll be more careful.”
I didn’t hear the reason directly, but it was clear someone had been reprimanded.
Ye-rim silently returned to her seat and began operating her keyboard.
“Kim—organize the footage from the field work you did with Moon the day before yesterday and draft a report.”
“Yes, understood.”
Ji-seok spoke before I even sat down and turned on my computer.
I responded immediately, then powered on my computer and looked at the monitor.
My monitor was plastered with sticky notes.
A mountain of tasks had accumulated from my absence yesterday.
“Sigh.”
I was still a new hire in my internship period, so I couldn’t understand why so much work would pile up during my absence, but I couldn’t complain too much.
‘What can I do.’
I checked the contents written on the sticky notes.

[Request 86746 review requested.]
[Request 87528 review requested.]
[Jangdok Training Center footage upload to web hard drive.]
[Write field report for Incheon Yeongan Wharf and send message to Vice President.]
[Proofread recent Ilsan field report for typos.]
.
.
.

Some of the tasks could be completed quickly.
Looking at them, they seemed to be feedback requests after I’d gone out into the field as an intern, or documentation related to the cases I’d participated in.
There were no messages requiring external contact—just these kinds of things. It appeared that whenever work matters came up during the day I was absent, someone had stuck a Post-it note on my desk.
But then I noticed something unusual.
It was a note with a serial number and the words “Client Request Review Needed.”
As I stared at the Post-it, Ye-rim spotted me and quickly approached.
“Ah, that’s the serial number for the client requests that come to our team, organized on the web storage. I’ll show you how to access them. Would you like to log in to the web storage?”
“Yes, of course.”
When the desktop appeared, I double-clicked the web storage icon to open the window.
“If you go into this folder, you’ll see the ‘Client Request List,’ right? Once you open that, you can check all the requests along with their serial numbers. The higher the serial number, the more recent the request.”
“I see.”
“Cases 86746 and 87528 were contracts we received last year, so you should review those materials. When searching for related documents, just search for those numbers in the web storage’s full search function, and everything will come up.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Following Ye-rim’s guidance, I nodded and opened the files.

[No.86746 – Junkyard Ghost Outbreak Incident]
[No.87528 – Olympic Boulevard Ghost Investigation Request]

Both cases had been handled last summer and were already resolved.
I could access the exorcism request forms showing how the requests came in, as well as the result reports detailing how the work was completed.
I read through all the materials carefully.
The overall flow was quite standard.
In a way, it resembled how pest control companies operated.
Of course, the difference was that unless the requests came from major corporations or politicians, most contracts were acquired through “outsourced sales agencies.”
Both of these cases followed that pattern—the Junkyard case came through an outsourced agency, while the Olympic Boulevard case came directly from Seoul City.
‘So even the city operates this way. Interesting.’
I nodded to myself as the thought crossed my mind.
That’s when Ji-seok spoke up.
“Hey, Kim. You saw the note about reviewing the materials for cases 86746 and 87528, right?”
“Yes, I’m looking at them now.”
“Those came in as follow-ups. Review them thoroughly.”
“Understood.”
I acknowledged and turned my attention back to the documents on the monitor.

Exorcism Specialist Guihon Trading Company Chapter 49

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