Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

Whiiiiing—
Tae-woo soared across the Mysterious Pond like a bird in flight, his blade raised high.
At that moment, the clouds parted and moonlight glinted off the steel.
The ghost hovering above the pond gazed up at him, then split its mouth into a grin that stretched from ear to ear—as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
The reaction of something anticipated.
“Haaaagh!”
Tae-woo brought his blade down with tremendous force.
Shhhhwiiiiing—
The sword cleaved vertically through the ghost’s form.
Simultaneously, an enormous surge of blade energy erupted outward, and the waters of the Mysterious Pond erupted upward on both sides.
Shhhhwaaaagh—
It was as though a massive, heavy whip had been driven down upon the surface with devastating force.
Shhhhwaaagh—
As the towering spray of water collapsed on either side, droplets caught the moonlight and shimmered like diamonds.
Yet despite this catastrophic attack and the ghost being split in two, no black smoke poured forth.
The ghost had not been vanquished.
Splash—
In an instant, Tae-woo plunged into the water himself.
“Tae-woo!”
Ye-rim cried out, but she was powerless to help, forced to contend with the other ghosts swarming around her and pushing toward the pond.
She could only continue pulling the trigger to banish the spirits while stealing glances at the Mysterious Pond whenever she could.
Glub… glub… glub…
In the meantime.
Tae-woo was submerged in the bitterly cold water, suffering intensely.
The water was so murky he could barely see ahead, and the sub-zero temperature caused every muscle in his body to contract violently.
At the same time, his heart pounded wildly, as though his breath might stop at any moment.
Glub… glub… glub…
Glub… glub… glub…
No sound reached his ears.
This eerie silence filled him with even greater dread.
Shhhhh… shhhhh… shhhhh…
Shhhhh… shhhhh… shhhhh…
At that moment.
An uncanny presence made itself known.
Through the muffled silence of the water, he heard a peculiar sound—something like fabric brushing past him.
And then, right before his eyes, the ghost materialized.
It was the very same ghost that had been hovering above the Mysterious Pond.
The specter materialized less than a meter in front of Tae-woo, and he gasped involuntarily.
Glub—
A massive air bubble erupted upward simultaneously.
His breathing quickened rapidly.
Tae-woo attempted to swing the Guichaldo, but the water’s resistance prevented swift movement.
And then—he felt something seize his ankle.
Looking down, he saw the specter that had appeared before him now gripping his ankle from below, dragging him downward.
With hair spread wide and a grotesque grin, the ghost pulled at his foot—a sight so utterly repugnant it sent shivers down his spine.
‘This can’t happen!’
Tae-woo could sense it instinctively—if he was dragged down like this, he would die.
Yet he couldn’t swing the Guichaldo with speed, nor could he suppress the ghost with his pistol.
Though pulling the trigger would fire a bullet, a 6mm round couldn’t penetrate water and obliterate a specter.
His breathing grew more desperate by the second.
That’s when it happened.
Beep—
A red dot appeared on Tae-woo’s smart glasses.
It marked the location of the Hyeolsu Dando that had fallen to the riverbed.
The moment he saw it, Tae-woo twisted his body toward it.
His calculation was simple: underwater, a short blade could be wielded faster and more powerfully than a longer sword that faced greater resistance.
Tae-woo swept his arm toward the red dot.
Though the ghost’s cold grip still held his ankle, he could feel himself drawing gradually closer to the marker.
And he realized—installing a tracking module on his weapon had been a stroke of fortune.
He tucked away his pistol and moved with all his strength.
Rumble—
He extended his left arm toward the red dot.
His fingers closed around riverbed soil and gravel.
And between them, the blade of the Hyeolsu Dando came within reach.
Slice—
His fingers were nicked slightly by the edge.
But pain was secondary to the urgency of grasping the blade.
Shriek—
The specter surged upward and flipped Tae-woo over, pressing down hard on his chest.
His back was now pinned completely against the riverbed, leaving him immobilized.
Hisssss—
The ghost leaned its face close, wearing a grotesque smile.
Tae-woo endured the sensation of his muscles contracting and managed to rotate the Hyeolsu Dando, grasping the hilt properly.
Then he drove the blade straight into the specter’s temple.
Thud—
The water erupted as if a bomb had detonated, and black smoke exploded outward.
At the same moment, Tae-woo’s vision went completely dark.
He had entered the ghost’s consciousness thanks to the slight cut he’d received before drawing the Blood Blade, which had caused him to bleed.
“Haaaaaah—”
Then I could breathe normally again.
Tae-woo slowly opened his eyes while clutching his chest.
There, kneeling in the forest clearing, I discovered a woman.
She wore the same clothes as the ghost that had been floating above the Mysterious Pond, and a cloth band was wrapped around her eyes.
Judging by the blood staining the band, her eyes appeared to be injured.

“You wretched woman! Still won’t confess honestly!”

Standing before the kneeling woman were two men who appeared to be servants and a middle-aged man dressed in silk robes.
Witnessing this scene, I realized this was the moment when Lady Jung from the legend lost her life.
Behind her sat a coffin, and beyond that, a large pit had been dug—it seemed they intended to place her in the coffin and bury her there.

“I… I have not betrayed you, my lord.”

The woman cried out, tears of blood streaming down her face.

“This wretch still lies!”

The middle-aged man bellowed and turned toward the servants.

“You there! Put her in the coffin at once and bury her standing upright!”

The servants recoiled in shock at the command.

“S-standing upright, my lord?”

It was an unthinkable order.
Burying a coffin upright was no different from cursing her to find no peace even in death.

“What are you doing! Do you wish to be buried alongside her!”

When the middle-aged man shouted once more, the servants flinched and seized the woman by both shoulders, hauling her to her feet.

“Father! This is unjust! Father!”

She screamed, but the servants dragged her forward and shoved her into the coffin.
They immediately slammed the lid shut and began driving nails through it.
Bang— bang— bang—
Thunk— thunk— thunk—
As the hammer blows echoed, the woman continued shrieking while pounding against the coffin.

“Save me! Please save me!”

But the Middle-aged Man simply spun around, his lips twisting into a sneer.
His rage showed no signs of abating.
Tae-woo, standing at a distance, swallowed hard as he witnessed the scene.
Though no flesh was being torn away, the brutality of it all struck him as profoundly cruel.
Once the nailing was complete, the servants lifted the coffin and positioned it vertically within the pit.
Without hesitation, they began filling the hole with earth.
Whoooooosh—
In that instant, my breath caught, and a frigid sensation enveloped my entire body.
Then—black smoke swirled violently before I found myself back in the water.
The spirit that had been pressing down on me vanished without a trace, but I felt something forcefully pushing against my back.
As I rolled my body to the side, I saw something dark suddenly surge upward toward the surface.
I swam frantically upward, as if being chased.
Whoooooosh—
Only after breaking the surface did I understand what that dark something pushing against my back had been.
It was the coffin.
The very same coffin that had been buried vertically in the spirit’s consciousness.
As the coffin emerged, all the spirits that had been lingering around the Mysterious Pond suddenly scattered in every direction.
Ye-rim, who had been fighting moments before, gasped for breath with exhaustion, then cried out in alarm when she saw Tae-woo surfacing alongside the coffin.
“Tae-woo!”
At her call, Tae-woo waved his hand and pushed the coffin toward the shore.
Splash— splash—
The moment Tae-woo pulled himself onto the ground, he forcefully shoved the coffin up onto the land.
“What… what is this?”
Ye-rim asked in shock.
“This appears to be Lady Jung’s coffin from the bottom of that pond. It was buried there, and it seems the pond formed for some reason afterward.”
Tae-woo examined the water-logged coffin, then grasped its edge and pried it open with all his strength.
Crunch—crack—
The coffin partially fractured, revealing its interior to both their eyes.
At the sight within, both of them fell silent.
This was a phenomenon that defied scientific explanation.
The coffin was indeed saturated with water, and water had seeped inside as well.
Yet the corpse within looked as though it had died only yesterday—the skin and clothing were remarkably pristine.
The only oddity was that her skin was as pale and white as a mannequin’s.
“Could we contact Hamseung Temple?”
Tae-woo asked as he lowered the corpse.
“Yes, of course.”
Ye-rim nodded and picked up her phone to call Hamseung Temple.
She explained the current situation to them.

* * *

The next morning.
While the Cleanup Team tidied up the area around Hamseung Mountain and the Mysterious Pond, Hamseung Temple held a funeral service for Lady Jung.
The Hamseung Temple Head Monk remarked that it was extraordinarily peculiar for a corpse over two hundred years old to remain so perfectly intact despite being submerged in water, but rather than conduct scientific analysis, he deemed it more respectful to the deceased to proceed with cremation immediately—and so the ceremony was carried out near the temple grounds.
Tae-woo and Ye-rim watched the cremation unfold.
All the monks of Hamseung Temple chanted sutras and prayed for her peaceful rebirth in paradise.
As Ye-rim observed the scene, she glanced sideways at Tae-woo.
“….”
Suddenly, his words came back to her.
The ghost had asked him to pull her out.
Ye-rim had initially thought it was merely something a spirit would say to lure the living.
And perhaps that interpretation wasn’t entirely wrong.
But Tae-woo had believed her plea, and succeeded in finding the legendary Lady Jung’s remains, buried vertically at the bottom of the pond.
Diving into the pond where the Water Ghost dwelled was an act so reckless it bordered on madness, yet it had ultimately freed the spirit from her resentment.
Uuuuuung—
Ye-rim’s phone rang as she continued watching the cremation.
“Yes, this is Yoon Ye-rim.”

[This is the Cleanup Team. Confirmation is complete.]

“Yes, thank you.”
Ye-rim ended the call briefly and immediately tapped Tae-woo’s arm.
“Let’s go, Tae-woo.”
“Yes, Manager.”
The two exchanged a quick nod with the Abbot, who was chanting sutras in the distance, then turned and descended Hamseung Mountain.
“The principle is never to enter the water where the Water Ghost resides. Why did you do that?”
Ye-rim asked.
“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure. Other spirits kept appearing and causing chaos, so I lost focus—but based on what you said, Manager, if the spirit hovering above the Mysterious Pond is controlling the other spirits, I thought I should cut that one down first.”
“So you didn’t know there was a coffin beneath it?”
“No, I didn’t.”
I heard a voice through the ghost microphone asking me to pull myself out, but I didn’t realize it meant there was a coffin.
“Thanks to that, you did manage to deal with the difficult Water Ghost effectively. But it was far too dangerous. If there had been no coffin beneath the water, Tae-woo, I have no idea what would have happened to you.”
“Yes, you’re right.”
“Be as careful as possible from now on.”
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”
The two conversed as they descended the mountain.
Tae-woo too was acutely aware that he had nearly died just moments before.
Just as Ye-rim said—if there had been no coffin, if he hadn’t attached a tracking module to the Blood Water Blade.
Or—if the Blood Water Blade had fallen farther away.
If the spirit had pressed down on his back instead of flipping and pinning his body.
As he considered these various scenarios, he felt his breath catch once more.
‘The Water Ghost. It was definitely dangerous.’
He would need to think about how to capture spirits in water.

Exorcism Specialist Company Guihon Trading Chapter 92

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

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