Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

I looked around in bewilderment.
I clearly remembered how I had drawn the blade, but I couldn’t comprehend how this situation had unfolded.
‘Is this a skill the sword possesses?’
I gazed down at the Guihon Blade.
I had already experienced firsthand how my physical abilities surged the moment I wielded this curved sword.
But just now, I had been able to unleash a slash across a far wider range than I had anticipated.
In that instant, the word “sword energy” flashed through my mind.
A term I had only encountered in martial arts novels and fantasy stories.
I thought it was absurd, but staring at the severed railing lying at my feet, I couldn’t find any other explanation.

The office staff watching the scene were equally astonished.
“Did he just release sword energy?”
Bang Ji-seok muttered, tilting his head in confusion.
Cha Jun-ho didn’t respond to his words, but he had witnessed something similar before.
It was the very technique the Founder had used when performing exorcisms.
‘So it truly is bloodline.’
A smile played across his lips.

* * *

After thoroughly searching the second floor, I rushed toward the school gate.
Seeing this, Seung-hun immediately got out of the driver’s seat.
He couldn’t hide his shocked expression as he looked at me, covered in dust and sweat.
“My goodness, young master. What on earth happened—”
“—Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive now.”
I shouted as I hurriedly threw myself into the back seat.
Seung-hun shrugged his shoulders, glanced once at the dark Abandoned School, then settled into the driver’s seat.
Vroooom—
And we immediately took off.
I lay half-reclined in the back seat, catching my breath, before removing my smart glasses.
“Did something serious happen inside? Why did you get so filthy?”
Seung-hun asked while driving.
“Huff, huff. A ghost. A ghost.”
“You saw a ghost and got covered in dust because of it?”
Seung-hun looked at the rearview mirror with a surprised expression.
“No matter how many times I see them, they’re terrifying. Ugh.”
I answered while wiping my chest, then opened my eyes wide and asked the next question.
“Wait. Do you know everything about Guihon Trading too, driver?”
It was a fundamental question.
“Of course I do. I was the one who drove the Founder until just before he passed away.”
“Then you must have known there were ghosts in that Abandoned School?”
“Yes, I’m well aware. It’s the place used as an orientation venue for Training Team interns at the company. Though this is my first time actually visiting in person.”
Seung-hun spoke as if it were nothing.
I felt somewhat resentful that Seung-hun hadn’t mentioned it beforehand, but I didn’t dwell on it too much.
“Can you see ghosts too, driver?”
“No. I don’t have spirit sight.”
“…Really? But then, how did you work as grandfather’s driver….”
“When driving, it’s actually better that I can’t see ghosts.”
Seung-hun replied.
I had nothing to say to that.
Indeed, there were quite a lot of ghosts of those who had died in traffic accidents on the roads.
Then Seung-hun continued speaking.
“And the Founder saved me. I work because of that connection.”
“Grandfather saved you?”
“Yes. Do you know what a ‘Boknyeong Ghost’ is?”
“A Boknyong Ghost? Oh! I know!”
A Class 2 ghost from the Ghost Record.
A higher-ranking ghost than the common Class 1 Mountain Ghost, it was a spirit that induced auditory hallucinations, suicide, and murder.
“After my wife made an extreme choice due to financial hardship, she became a Boknyong Ghost and tormented me constantly, telling me to follow her. The Founder was the one who resolved that. It’s already been ten years.”
Seung-hun spoke while looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“Your grandfather resolved it?”
I wanted to hear more details, but Seung-hun merely smiled without elaborating further.
“I’ll take you home right away.”
Instead, he mentioned our destination and smoothly changed the subject.

* * *

Upon arriving home, I didn’t even bother changing clothes before connecting my smart glasses to my computer to review the footage I’d just captured.
Just as I’d suspected, the ghost’s form hadn’t been captured by the camera until the moment it became aware of me—only then did it appear on screen.
As a result, all the footage looked terrifyingly like jump scares.
“This should work.”
Watching the footage brought back that unpleasant feeling, but I suppressed it and transferred the video to my memory card.
Then I immediately began the modular work on the radar and flashlight that I’d noted in my notebook.
Working without breaks like this was simply my nature.
Once I had a goal to accomplish, I focused entirely on the task and ignored everything else.
This tendency was especially pronounced when it came to IT and mechanical fields.
First, the flashlight modular work wasn’t particularly difficult.
I just needed to attach the flashlight as an integrated unit to the smart glasses.
However, since the bright light could potentially wash out the camera, I had to carefully set the angle to avoid this issue.
I also made sure to configure the flashlight’s battery indicator to display on the smart glasses.
And then there was the radar work.
As I worked, I named it the “Ghost Radar.”
The principle behind this was simpler than I’d initially thought.
It involved reverse-engineering the fact that electronic devices briefly react when ghosts appear.
The smart glasses, being electronic, were equally sensitive to these ghost-induced reactions, and I’d actually experienced the UI glitching whenever a ghost manifested.
Until I could determine what wavelength ghosts used to disrupt electronics, there was no way to counter it.
Regardless.
If I broadcast a specific frequency into the surrounding area, any ghost capable of causing electronic interference within that range would definitely be detected by that frequency.
And the stronger the problematic wavelength, the more clearly it would be detected.
Thinking about it in one-dimensional terms, a stronger wavelength meant a more powerful ghost, so I could identify its location in advance through the radar before an especially powerful ghost appeared.
I glanced at the electronic devices displayed on my shelf, and my eyes landed on the Bluetooth products.
The thought occurred to me that Bluetooth could help me utilize this idea.
In fact, after Bluetooth earbuds became commercialized, I’d experienced my Bluetooth connection briefly dropping whenever I encountered a ghost while walking and listening to music.
Walking normally down the street, whenever the Bluetooth connection dropped momentarily, I’d look around and there would always be a ghost nearby.
Moreover, since Bluetooth range could be extended to about 20 meters, if used properly, it would be the best close-range radar available.
“There’s a Bluetooth location-tracking device I can use.”
I stood up, retrieved my phone and earbuds, and began disassembling them.
After extracting the Bluetooth module, I installed a distance-measurement function called “HADM” into it.
It wasn’t an easy task.
While location-tracking technology using Bluetooth already existed, integrating it for this specific purpose and syncing it with the smart glasses’ UI interface was something that had never been done before.
But with a clear sense of direction, I worked through the night, ash still clinging to my face and clothes.

And three days later.
I lay sprawled among countless parts and tools, snoring deeply in sleep.
Bzzzzzz— Bzzzzzz—
My phone vibrated with relentless, rhythmic precision, but I made no move to open my eyes.
As missed calls accumulated one after another, I finally stirred and grabbed my phone, pressing it to my ear without even glancing at the screen.
“Mmm… hello?”

[Kim Tae-woo? You seem to have finished your assignment. Why haven’t you come in?]

It was Yoon Ye-rim’s voice.
The moment I heard her voice, my eyes snapped open and I checked the date and time.
“Oh. Oh my. Yes, yes. I’ll be right there.”
I had been so absorbed in my work that I hadn’t realized three days had passed.
I scrambled to my feet and rushed toward the bathroom.

* * *

Guihon Trading Headquarters, Gangnam-gu, Seoul.
With my hair still damp from a hasty shower, I took the elevator, completed the security verification, and headed straight to the 4th Floor.

[4th Floor.]

The moment the elevator chimed, I hastily gathered my belongings and made my way to my desk.
As I did, I exchanged awkward greetings with everyone whose eyes I met.
“You’re here?”
Yoon Ye-rim, who had been working intently, poked her head over the partition and spoke.
“Ah, yes. Yes.”
I sat down at my desk and immediately checked the time.
It was 11 o’clock—well past the official 9 o’clock start time.
I was late.
“Kim. You should come straight to the office after field shoots. What took you so long?”
Bang Ji-seok stood up and fixed me with a sharp look as he asked.
“Ah. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was upgrading some of the equipment I used during the shoot.”
“Upgrading equipment? You mean those strange glasses you’ve been using in the field?”
“Yes, yes. That— Huh? How did you know? Did you see them?”
I answered but then asked with a confused expression.
I had assumed none of the staff knew about the smart glasses I’d been using.
Just then, Cha Jun-ho emerged from his office and headed toward the conference room as he spoke.
“Training Team 4. Conference room, now.”
At those words, Bang Ji-seok and Yoon Ye-rim sprang from their seats like coiled springs.
Confused, I hesitated until Yoon Ye-rim gestured for me to stand and said.
“We’re Training Team 4. Training Team 4.”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
I hastily grabbed my notebook.
“Bring the memory card from the shoot.”
“Ah, yes!”
At Bang Ji-seok’s additional instruction, I quickly grabbed the memory card as well.

Guihon Trading: Exorcism Specialists Episode 8

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

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ⓒ2026, Cha Woo Lens

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