The Shaman Wants Transcendence

72 – What Witches and Fairies Have in Common

“I’m going to marry the big baby in the front house, but the bachelor in the next house is going to hang himself.”

The demon sang and put a hand down my throat. Then, he pulled out a tongue long enough to reach the floor, wrapped it around his neck, and danced.

Then, at first, he tore my mouth open vertically and shouted.

“Come on, let’s go hang ourselves!”

And with the sound, numerous tongues sprouted like tentacles. Like a sea anemone stretching its tentacles, the tongue that sprouted from its throat stretched out and spread out in all directions, and it flew aiming for the necks of the many fortune tellers who made up the siege while staring at it.

“Filthy disgusting! Damn it!”

Looking at the tongue flying at them, the fortunetellers each began to manifest their superpowers through the cards in their hands. Those who held cards with swords pulled out and controlled them like warriors using swordsmanship, and those who held cards with staffs pierced their tongues using wooden spears that rose from the ground and air.

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The fortune teller insisted on a thoroughly defensive attitude, as if hunting a group, and kept a distance from the evil spirit, focusing only on intercepting and piercing the flying tongue. Repeating the offensive several times, dozens of demon tongues were stuck on skewers and became like the flesh of a fan, when a fortune teller took a step forward.

In the fortune teller’s hand was a card depicting a vampire lady, whose drowsy expression and blood dripping from her mouth showed that the woman had finished her meal. Her vampire lady leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her chin, but in her free hand was a sword with her blood dripping as if she had butchered something. .

She was the Queen of Swords in the Minor Arcana.

“Oh, that’s gross.”

He drew a sword made of blood from the card, staring sickly at the demon who was pulling out tentacles with his dangling head barely attached.

As soon as it was lifted by the sword made of blood, it rode up through the fortune teller’s veins and strengthened his body. Also, it might be because it was held by a fortune teller who behaved femininely, but the power applied only when a woman used it.

The authority and coercion that came from witchcraft stood on the sword.

It was hardened and sharpened to the point where it was hard to believe that it was made of black blood, which was re-enhanced by shamanistic symbols.

The fortune teller confirmed the ceremonial energy flowing through the blade, and then stabbed the sword made of blood directly into the evil spirit.

The sword pierced diagonally pierced the evil spirit’s stomach and dangling hair, and the evil spirit struggled as if it were about to struggle as its body was pierced by the sword, but soon realized it was useless and laughed.

“Oh, my dear. Living by the rope, dead by the sword.”

Chuckle.

The evil spirit laughed like it would tear through his rattling mouth, and then tore his form apart.

Contrary to how the paint appeared, it sounded like dirty filth pouring from the air onto the floor with a slapping sound.

The debris spilled on the floor had a terrible stench, like it had come from a garbage dump, and had a sticky quality for some reason.

“Ahhh, I don’t die gracefully.”

“Still, I managed to defeat it unexpectedly. There’s no way such a disgusting evil spirit could disappear so easily, but it’s a strange thing.”

“Oh, no matter how strong we are, there are many of us and only one evil spirit, so what can we do? It’s amazing that they endured this much against us. Besides, they didn’t disappear easily. What if they were ordinary fortune tellers?Would you? Ho Ho.”

He congratulated himself on his victory, but stared blankly at the remains of him left behind by the demon, as if he was embarrassed by the fact that he had won so easily.

“By the way, this stinks badly. Does it usually smell like this with insects?”

“It can’t be. The medium of necromancy… No, wait. Damn it.”

The rough-spoken fortune teller approached the wreckage, sniffed it, and cursed.

“It’s not the stench that comes from the medium.”

“A ghost?”

Ghost (鬼臭).

The smell of ghosts.

A drowned ghost smells like water.

Ghosts stabbed to death smell of blood.

The ghosts who die in the house are rotten nae.

A burnt ghost smells of roasting meat and burnt meat.

And, it is said that the ghost who hangs his neck smells like filth.

The remnants of the demon disappeared gave off a disgusting smell, a strong smell that stung the nose.

In addition, just as you see the shape of a ghost with your soul, not your eyes, you smell it with your soul, not your nose.

All souls within range of influence would be able to clearly sense this stench.

“Uh-oh, damn it. If you take this, ghosts will come in droves?”

When he recognized the smell, he went to the kitchenette he had built in his tent and took out salt, swearing nonstop. And while he went to get the salt, the fortunetellers moved in perfect order and erected a wall of mirrors as if blocking the entrance to a tent.

And the moment you try to sprinkle salt.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A rough knock on the door echoed from the mirror.

“I’m here to see the divination.”

“Open the door, please.”

“I know what’s in it.”

“Are you in business now?”

“Open the door!”

Along with the pleading voices of several people, the mirror standing on the wall began to shake.

But the fortunetellers just kept their mouths shut and sprinkled the salt they brought on the mirrors.

“Hey! We have guests!”

“Fortune teller! You came to see the fortune, but why didn’t you open the door?”

“Come over here and greet the guests! Open it. Open it!”

“I know everything is inside, but why doesn’t it come out!”

“Open the door please! Open the door please!”

Quaang-!

Bang!

Bang!

As the fortune teller sprinkled the salt, his voice grew harsher and louder, as if excited. In addition, the sound of hitting the mirror intensified in proportion to it, and the mirror that replaced the role of the wall shook as if it would collapse at any moment.

“Is there anyone? Is there anyone?”

“Aigoya, I know it’s inside, but did you think I’d just leave if I didn’t open it?”

“Hey, you’ve locked it tightly! Do some business!”

“I’m begging you so earnestly, but I should at least pretend to hear you!”

“Open the door! At least stick your head out! You have to be sincere! People have to be sincere!”

“Is there no one? Is there no one? Is there no one?”

“Is anyone there?”

Quaang-!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Answer me!”

“If you don’t have it, say no!”

“Is there anyone? No one?!”

“I don’t know why you hold your breath and keep your mouth shut because you know everything inside.

“Could you open the door, please?”

“Open the door, please!”

And again, the sound of knocking on the door resounded along with the sound of shouting in spite of it.Go.

Clink!

The standing mirror shattered and the entrance to the tent opened wide.

There was an evil spirit between the rags at the entrance.

It was dripping dirty blood from a hole in its body, smiling broadly while standing on its head.

“Was there anyone?”

The evil spirit, which was slender and long like a looper that was crawling behind it, also smiled and said,

“Hey, fortune teller. Please look at my fortune.”

And when the two of them started talking, the evil spirits behind them also flocked like bees and started shouting one word at a time, sticking their heads into the entrance of the cramped tent.

“Please take the salt away!”

“Could you open some salt?”

“Please tell me you can come in!”

“Are you open now? Are you open now?”

“If you’re open, you should welcome customers!”

The fortune teller gnashed his teeth at the hellish scenery.

“Ha. It seems that each and every one of the tricks contains malice?”

“It’s really disgusting to fight…”

He sighed as he watched the salt turn black.

“It’s not good for business.”

* * *

Jinseong was surrounded by bugs like a tent.

“Om Amoga Vairochana Mahamudra Mani Padma Jvarra Prabha Rthaya Hum

Insects were erected in a round shape as if a burial mound was piled up with soil, and mold and parasites were used to make curtains with thread and cotton. The shape resembled the shape of a tent used by the military. And inside the dark curtain of insects, Jinseong sat cross-legged, constantly reciting mantras from his mouth, and saw through what was happening in the tent far away with his fiery eyes.

From his pupils, small pillars of fire repeatedly popped out of the pupils and then disappeared, resembling prominence bursting out of the sun.

When the prominences erupted, some of the insects flying on the surface died and turned to ashes, and the ashes carried a stinking wind toward the tent.

The ashes fluttered and landed on the bodies of the demons who were thrusting themselves into the tent, and the demons with the ashes became even more frenzied and rushed at the fortune teller without thinking about their own comfort.

However, the fortune teller continued to keep the demons at bay with the cards in his hand, and this continued until dawn.

“Tsk.”

As dawn broke, the demons outside began to break their bodies in the light, and the demons inside the tent began to evaporate faster than when outside due to the amplified sunlight reflecting off the mirror.

But instead of hiding or running away as usual, the evil spirit, mad at the ashes clinging to its body, went to the tent like a moth to the flame. It continued to run toward the fortune teller. And just like the end of the moth, the evil spirits also met their end by breaking apart.

When the demons were all gone, the fortuneteller sighed heavily, laid his full-length mirror on the floor, and threw himself at the mirror as if diving into a pond.

So the fortune teller disappeared into the mirror.

Clink!

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As the fortune teller hid herself, the man inside the tentAll the mirrors cracked and shattered, and the tent burned as if someone had set it on fire.

The flames, which burned fiercely as if burning oiled cloth, consumed the tent and everything inside it in an instant, before turning everything into ashes, leaving behind only the glittering fragments of mirrors.

Even though the flames were burning so fiercely, the fragments of the mirror were shining brightly, reflecting the sunlight without a trace of soot, and gathered together to form a shape.

Its shape resembles a person’s clenched fist, with what appears to be a middle finger protruding from the fist, and letters engraved on the back of the hand.

『f*ck you』