Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

“I can take this one down too!”
Kim Tae-woo shouted the words like an incantation and charged toward the ghost.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud—
The ghost raised its arm high, as if it had been waiting for this moment.
Whoooosh—
Then it swung its arm in a wide horizontal arc toward the charging Kim Tae-woo.
Crash—
Kim Tae-woo slid beneath the ghost’s arm like he was executing a perfect slide, evading the attack.
In the same motion, he slashed his sword across the ghost’s knee.
Stagger—
The ghost with the severed knee stumbled backward.
Slash—
Still in his low sliding position, Kim Tae-woo planted his foot to brake, then used the momentum to spring upward, raising his sword in a vertical slash.
Crash—
A long fissure split the ghost’s body from abdomen to chest.
Shriek— Hisssss—
The ghost’s upper half tore apart into two pieces, then dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
“Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.”
I was simply amazed that I could display such athletic prowess.
I had never been this agile, not even during my school days or my military service.
But something felt off— I sensed something strange.
Both the previous ghost and this one had caused anomalies in my smart glasses before appearing.
Suddenly, I recalled the types of ghosts listed in the Ghost Record.
“Wait.”
I pulled out my notebook from my pocket and reviewed what I had noted down.
It was a record of the characteristics of ghosts by rank, which had seemed most important in the Ghost Record.

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Grade 1 Mountain Ghost: The most commonly encountered type of ghost. Can temporarily disable lights and electrical devices. Can exist anywhere in the world.
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Since this book was written before electric lights existed, someone from a later era must have added this entry.
It was clearly essential information that someone had deliberately added to the main text.
And the ability to disable lights could be understood as the ability to disable electronic devices.

According to that book, the higher a ghost’s rank climbed, the more it could wield all the abilities of lower-ranked ghosts—and crucially, it could inflict harm upon the living.
In other words, if a Class 1 ghost like Sanggwi could create anomalies in electronic devices, then ghosts of all ranks could affect electronics.
“Then couldn’t we detect ghosts that way?”
If ghosts caused problems in electronic devices, I could reverse-engineer that principle—using electronics to detect ghosts instead.

If that worked, I might even be able to create something like a ghost-detection radar.
I added the task to my notebook—something to work on after returning.

[Create Ghost Radar]

After finishing my notes, I slipped the notebook into my pocket and approached the Announcer’s Platform again.
Staircases flanked both sides of the Announcer’s Platform.
I climbed the stairs, relying on the beam of my flashlight.
“Phew.”
As I reached the top, the dilapidated exterior of the Abandoned School came into sharper focus.
When I shone my flashlight toward the main entrance at the center, the interior flickered into view.
Scattered furnishings littered the floor, and a thick layer of dust blanketed everything.
“Ahem.”
I had to admit—stepping inside felt genuinely unsettling.
I cleared my throat and swept the flashlight beam across the windows.
The classrooms, administrative office, and ceiling of the school interior came dimly into view through the glass.
The shadows cast by the angles only deepened the eerie atmosphere.
That’s when I saw it.
Someone was standing in one of the Second Floor Classroom windows.
But before I could determine whether it was male or female, or gauge their height, they vanished swiftly into the darkness of the classroom.
The figure had been so distinct that I wondered—could there actually be a person here, not a ghost?
“What if I accidentally cut down a real person?”
I lowered the curved blade I was gripping and shook my head.
“There’s no way anyone would be in a place like this at this hour.”
I muttered to myself and glanced around.
Besides the main entrance, there appeared to be glass doors on both the left and right sides of the school building where students would normally enter and exit.
“Let me think about efficiency.”
I stepped back and considered my approach.
I was already frightened; I had no desire to linger here longer than necessary.
I wanted to sweep through the school as quickly as possible and escape in one go.

What I needed to do right now was film the School 2nd Floor.
The most efficient approach was to enter through the side entrance, climb the building stairs to the second floor, sweep in one direction, and come straight back down.
“Right. Let’s do this efficiently.”
I took a deep breath and began walking toward the glass entrance door on my left.

Just because I hadn’t entered the school yet didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified.
Even as I walked, I couldn’t shake the sensation that someone was watching me.
As I moved forward, I repeatedly shone my flashlight toward the classroom windows.
But there was nothing distinctly visible.
Only an extraordinarily eerie and spine-chilling classroom scene came into view.
Overturned desks and chairs, and a filthy bulletin board behind the classroom.
Lockers standing open here and there.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if something jumped out at any moment.
“They’re making me do intern training like this— ugh. When I think about it, well. If Guihon Trading Company is a ghost-hunting company, then it’s only natural— ah. I can’t even speak.”
I muttered to myself, trying to push back my fear, and continued forward.
Reaching the far left end of the school building, I discovered a glass door that was firmly shut.
I approached slowly and shone my flashlight through the glass.
Then I could make out the stairs leading up to the second floor directly ahead, a temporary storage room beneath the stairs, and the entrance to the first-floor corridor to the right.
“Right. Go up to the second floor from here, sweep the second floor, then sweep the first floor.”
I nodded and tried to open the glass door.
Clank, clank—
But it was locked.
“Damn it.”
I furrowed my brow and stepped back.
‘Should I go through the center? Or the far right?’
I glanced back at the path I’d come from, deliberating.
But—no matter what, no matter how, I didn’t want to retrace my steps.
Even if I could cut down ghosts—I didn’t want to encounter one.
“Hell with it. Not my problem.”
I looked around and picked up a brick that was jutting up from the ground.
“Screw it, whatever.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I hurled it straight at the glass door.
Crash—
The moment the window shattered, an incredibly loud noise echoed in all directions.

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“Manager, the window is broken.”
Yoon Ye-rim, who had been watching the monitor screen, turned to look with a startled expression.
Bang Ji-seok, the manager who had been viewing the screen alongside her, stroked his chin with a displeased look.
He was the very manager who had been interjecting comments from the seat next to Yoon Ye-rim.
“This bastard doesn’t have a shred of basic common sense.”
He narrowed his eyes and muttered under his breath.
From Bang Ji-seok’s perspective as his superior, there was no other way to put it.
Conventionally, regardless of whether it was locked, a ‘door’ was considered a passage through which spirits moved.
For those tasked with capturing spirits, the significance of entrances and windows was immense.
While they could certainly break through walls, spirits often moved through doors and windows due to memories from their living days.
That was why, except in special circumstances, keeping doors sealed during an exorcism was critically important.
But to destroy a door like that.
It meant that spirits inside could escape outside, but conversely, it also meant that spirits outside could enter within.
In short—it meant that Kim Tae-woo, the Founder’s grandson, lacked even the most basic common sense about exorcism.
“Hey. What’s everyone doing?”
At that moment, Cha Jun-ho approached and stood behind Yoon Ye-rim.
“Oh? A new recruit? Are we finally getting one today?”
He gazed at the monitor with interest.
“Ah, Director. But this guy is completely clueless. He smashed the glass door because it was locked. The idiot. He doesn’t have even basic knowledge of exorcism.”
Bang Ji-seok spoke while furrowing his brow.

“Hmm. Well, exorcism doesn’t have a single answer, does it?”
However, contrary to Bang Ji-seok’s expectations, Cha Jun-ho crossed his arms and spoke in a relaxed tone.
“Yes, yes?”
“There are just some angry spirits around, so it’s really just a matter of having some guidance. ‘Do this, do that’—it’s all just guidance anyway. If he can exorcise them effectively that way, then that’s a valid method too.”
“Come on. That may be true, but that’s something only people at your level, Director, can pull off so aggressively. For a new recruit to do that… it’s just…”
“Wait and see. He’s the Founder’s grandson, after all. Even the spirit seems to be reacting to him. This should be interesting.”
Cha Jun-ho smiled as he spoke.

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Crunch—crunch—crunch—

As I stepped inside, treading on the shattered glass fragments, the sound of crunching glass echoed softly through the corridor.
I glanced tensely down the first-floor hallway.
Dust particles were clearly visible in the trajectory where pale moonlight poured through the windows.
I directed my flashlight toward that area, then turned my body toward the staircase leading to the second floor and the cleaning supply cabinet beside it.

That was when it happened.
Clunk—
A faint sound emanated from within the Cleaning Supply Cabinet.
His eyes and flashlight snapped toward it simultaneously.
But the sound did not repeat itself.
‘If I open this here, a ghost will definitely burst out, won’t it?’
It was a clichéd scenario.
Many people would have experienced this through horror films or games, but for Tae-woo, this was routine.
When a sound came from where it shouldn’t, investigating meant confronting a ghost immediately.
This situation was surely no different.
He attempted to ignore the Cleaning Supply Cabinet and ascend the stairs.
Then suddenly, the instructions from his seniors to film ‘every nook and cranny’ came to mind.
“Sigh…”
Tae-woo exhaled deeply before approaching the Cleaning Supply Cabinet once more.
With a Guichalddo in one hand and a flashlight in the other, Tae-woo held the flashlight between his teeth and grasped the door handle with his free hand.
He turned the handle slightly, intending to count to three before opening it.
‘One.’
The handle turned further.
‘Two.’
On three, he would open the door.
‘Thr—’
Just as he was about to shout ‘three’ in his mind, a sheet of plaster suddenly fell from the ceiling and crashed to the floor.
Thud—
Startled by the abrupt noise, Tae-woo stumbled backward.
Creak—
Simultaneously, the Cleaning Supply Cabinet door burst open, and a Female Ghost with long hair erupted forth.
With hollow eye sockets and fingernails completely inverted, the skeletal specter in a pitch-black dress lunged toward Tae-woo’s throat.
“Uuuaahhh—!”
Tae-woo immediately spun 540 degrees while lowering his stance.
At the same moment, his extended Guichalddo severed the ghost’s neck.
Whoooooosh—

Guihon Trading Company – Episode 6

Author
Cha U Lens
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yoon Tae-ri
Cover Design
Lee Chi

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