Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

“Damn it—”
Before I could finish speaking, Yoon Taek-jong seized my throat.
The force was incomparably stronger than when the ghost had choked me.
“Gack!”
I couldn’t even manage a proper cry.

“Sas sasi sasas sashi sasi sasi sauce sasi so sha sisosa sashi sashi saso-”

Yoon Taek-jong’s darkened lips moved rapidly, emitting strange sounds.
At the same time, the whites of his eyes began to turn red.
Taewoo clenched his teeth and stared directly at his face.
Joo-ryeok-
Soon tears of blood began to flow from the corners of my eyes.
“Argh!”
Tae-u quickly racked his brain.
If he had wanted to, he could have counterattacked with either the Demon-Slaying Sword or the Blood Spear Technique.
But then Yoon Taek-jong could have died or been hurt.
Damn it! What am I supposed to do!
A conversation I had heard around me suddenly came to mind.
You said you had to become strong even without the Guichaldo!
It occurred to me that he might have said it in preparation for a situation like this.
At times like this, he had to deal with them without any regard for propriety.
Anyway.
There was no time to think it over!
My consciousness seemed to grow increasingly hazy as the grip tightened more and more.
Tae-woo punched Yoon Taek-jong in the face with his fist.

Hack, hack.

But it was all in vain.
Nothing changed, as if I were striking a mannequin.
I thrashed about, kicking at his chest and knees, but it was equally futile.
‘Damn it. My consciousness—it’s fading.’
I felt my vision growing darker by the second.
That was the moment.
“Don’t you dare lose consciousness!!”
Grandfather’s voice thundered out.
At the same time, my dimming eyes snapped wide open.
Bang!!!
Then, between me and Yoon Taek-jong, an invisible force erupted like a shockwave, spreading outward in all directions, and the two of us were hurled apart in opposite directions.

Crash—boom—

Yoon Taek-jong tumbled into a desk and collapsed.
I was driven backward, slamming against the classroom wall and crumpling to the floor.
“Cough, cough, cough—!”
Still unable to breathe properly, I clutched my throat and coughed harshly.
The thought crossed my mind that if I were caught like that again, I might truly die.
‘What was that just now?’
I could have sworn I heard Grandfather’s voice, and something exploded right in front of me.
‘Did Grandfather save me?’
I furrowed my brow and looked around.
But aside from Yoon Taek-jong, there was no one else.
My radar showed only a blue dot where Yoon Taek-jong was; no other ghosts registered.
I couldn’t make sense of what had happened.
Skitter-skitter-skitter—
That was the moment.
Yoon Taek-jong crawled forward on all fours and lunged at me.
Still gripping my throat, I threw my body to the side.
Crash—
Unable to stop his frenzied crawl, Yoon Taek-jong slammed his head into the wall behind where I had been.
Drip—
Blood streaming from his head, Yoon Taek-jong turned his gaze toward me.
I slowly rose to my feet and drew my blade.
“There has to be a way. There has to be. There has to be. There has to be.”
Then, the Ghost-Slaying Blade began to resonate softly.
I lowered my gaze to the blade.

Crack-crack-crack! Boom—

Thunder and lightning tore through the air, and white light flashed across the blade’s edge.
It seemed I would have to rely on the sword after all.
My physical abilities improved dramatically whenever I held it.
If I couldn’t cut my opponent, I would have to strike instead.
Click—
I reversed my grip on the Burning Blade.
I intended to strike with the flat of the blade rather than the edge.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—
Kyaaaaaaah—

Yoon Taek-jong charged at me with a grotesque cry.
I sidestepped slightly and drove the flat of my blade hard into his abdomen.

Gaaaaaahhh—

As the flat of the blade swept across his midsection, Yoon Taek-jong’s body folded as if it might snap in half.
Simultaneously, black smoke erupted from his arched back.
Whoosh—
It was working!
Without hesitation, I stepped back and spun my entire body 540 degrees, striking Yoon Taek-jong’s back with the flat of my blade.

Craaaaaaack—

With a tremendously dull sound, Yoon Taek-jong’s waist bent backward in an unnatural arc.
That was the moment.
From the impact, a dark mass erupted from Yoon Taek-jong’s abdomen like vomit being expelled.
Thud—
The black mass, from which wisps of black smoke curled upward, writhed on the ground where it had been pressed down.
Tae-u pointed his sword at the mass with an expression of disgust.
“You killed us. You killed us. You killed us.”
The same voice continued to pour from the black mass.
That voice was profoundly grotesque.
It was an overlapping sound—as if two women were screaming simultaneously in voices filled with rage.
Two souls inhabited a single body.
No—counting Yoon Taek-jong’s soul, three souls had been condensed together!
Thump—
At the same time, Yoon Taek-jong collapsed to the ground like a frog.

Screech screech screech—

Then two arms suddenly extended from the black mass, reaching out to seize Yoon Taek-jong again.
“No!”
I understood that Yoon Taek-jong was a villain, but I could no longer overlook this possession.
As Tae-u rushed forward to block it, the arm that burst from the black mass elongated like a tentacle and seized Yoon Taek-jong.
And before Tae-u could react, it was sucked back into his body in an instant.
That was the moment.

Crack crack crack crack—

Yoon Taek-jong’s body convulsed violently as he rose, then rushed toward the kitchen knife lying in the corner.
Snap—
Seizing the blade, he glared at Tae-u with a bestial expression.

Grrrrrrr—

Thick saliva dripped from Yoon Taek-jong’s mouth.
“Calm yourself. I understand your anger. Please, just leave that body.”
Tae-u slowly lowered his sword and raised his free hand as he spoke.
If his suspicion was correct, it seemed that both the Female Student Ghost he’d encountered earlier and Go Yu-rim, the student who had initiated this request, had entered that body.
Yet Yoon Taek-jong still glared at Tae-u with a bestial expression, showing no intention of abandoning the fight.
“Please, calm down.”
Tae-u opened his palm once more as he spoke.
That was the moment.

Doooom doooom— ooooooh—

Mozart’s Requiem, flowing from the LP player sitting in the corner, reached its climax with a grand melody.
Simultaneously, a beeping sound came from the smart glasses.
Multiple ghosts had been detected.
Tae-u, who had been too focused on Yoon Taek-jong to check the radar, belatedly glanced at it.
Right then—!
Dozens of arms suddenly burst from the walls and floor, seizing Tae-u’s limbs.
“Damn!”
In that moment, Yoon Taek-jong bolted out of the classroom door, his limbs flailing grotesquely.
His movements appeared extraordinarily bizarre.
“Curse it!”
Tae-u slashed through every visible arm with his blade.

Shhhhwack—

Each time, black smoke erupted from the floor and walls.

Thud-thud-thud-thud—

With his limbs freed, Tae-u shook off the remaining tendrils and sprinted after Yoon Taek-jong.

Whoooosh—

Emerging into the corridor, Tae-u could see Yoon Taek-jong’s figure already racing toward the far end.
In the pitch-black darkness of the power outage, his silhouette illuminated by the smart glasses’ flashlight was grotesque beyond measure.
In the shadows cast upon him as he ran with flailing limbs, two additional shadows wavered—figures with raised arms as if crying out in despair.
Tae-u began his pursuit.

Kuguguguung kuuuuung—

Even amidst all this, the thunder and lightning never ceased.

Boom— boooom boom-boom-boom ooooh— ooooh—

Weaving through it all came Mozart’s Requiem.
Of all the battle sites I had witnessed, of all the horror films I had ever seen, nothing felt as desolate and grotesque as this moment.
Fear surged through me, but equally powerful was the sense of duty—the absolute necessity of capturing that ghost.
Tap tap tap—
The moment Yoon Taek-jong reached the end of the corridor, he vaulted over dozens of stair steps in a single bound, ascending to the upper floor.
I immediately pivoted and braked, launching myself up the staircase after him.
Sssssssss—
That was when it happened.
Dozens of arms erupted from the stair landing, writhing like serpents as they crawled upward, grasping at my feet and ankles.
But I didn’t stop. I kept running upward.
Thud-thud-thud-thud—
Each time, the crawling arms tore apart limply, emitting strange sounds.
I felt the sensation of those arms seizing my feet, then tearing away as I continued my ascent without hesitation.

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Crash—
Yoon Taek-jong had emerged onto the Rooftop.
As he threw open the door he’d closed behind him, a fierce gust of rain and wind greeted me.
I stepped out onto the Rooftop, sword in hand.
Whoooosh—
Pitter-patter pitter-patter—
Rainwater relentlessly drummed against my head and shoulders.
Water droplets clung to the lenses of my smart glasses, obscuring my vision.
Whoooosh—
A few meters away stood Yoon Taek-jong, possessed by the ghost, his arms dangling limply at his sides.
He still wore that smiling face, but blood tears streamed from his eyes.

“You killed us. You killed us.”

Yoon Taek-jong continued to glare at Tae-woo while emitting the voices of two female students.
“Huff.”
By this point, Tae-woo could understand the meaning behind those words.
If the entity producing those sounds was Yoon Taek-jong and the two female students who had died at the hands of the School Janitor, then the “you” in that statement would be Yoon Taek-jong, and the “we” would be the two students who had become ghosts.
In other words, those words were being spoken by the two ghosts dwelling within Yoon Taek-jong to their enemy, Yoon Taek-jong himself.
“That’s right. Teacher Yoon Taek-jong killed you both. But—so what? What can the dead possibly do to the living?”
Tae-woo spoke as he lowered his blade.

Whoooosh—
Pitter-patter-patter—

As the torrential rain fell upon the Guichaldao, beautiful droplets formed and rolled down the blade’s edge before falling away.
Strangely enough, in this moment, Tae-woo could feel the weight of each individual raindrop striking his blade through his fingertips.
It meant that he too was in an extremely heightened state of tension.
It reflected his intention to console the tragic Female Student Ghosts, yet to show no mercy should they attack.

“You must die too. You must die like us. You must die.”

Yoon Taek-jong muttered while hunching his body.
“Let the living receive their punishment, and you—please find peace in the afterlife.”
Tae-woo extended his blade and parried.
That was the moment.

“No, you can’t—!!”

Yoon Taek-jong screamed and lunged at Tae-woo.
Tae-woo immediately lowered his stance and sidestepped.
Whoooosh—
Yoon Taek-jong passed directly beside where Tae-woo had been standing.
Tae-woo pivoted his entire body in a full rotation, using the centrifugal force to strike Yoon Taek-jong’s hamstring with the flat of his blade.
Crack—
Yoon Taek-jong stumbled forward in an instant.
Splash—
He crashed onto the rooftop floor where rainwater had pooled.
Tae-woo recalled how the ghost had burst forth from the blade’s flat surface and formulated a plan to attack in the same manner as before.

“Die—die—die—”

Yoon Taek-jong staggered to his feet.
The voice still pouring from his mouth was none other than that of the two Female Student Ghosts themselves.
He drew the Blood Crimson Blade and coated it with blood once more.
In his other hand, he gripped the Ghost-Slaying Blade and stood firm.
“Dieeeee—!”
He lunged at Tae-u again.
And he thrust both arms forward as if to strangle him by the throat.
Despite the sharp blow to the back of his knee, he showed no difficulty in running or walking.
Likely—it was because he felt no pain at all right now.
“I tried to be as careful as possible to avoid causing injury. But it seems a few of his bones are broken.”
Tae-u muttered and lowered his stance.
And he charged toward the approaching Yoon Taek-jong.

Guihon Trading Company: Exorcism Specialists Chapter 66

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

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