Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

“Which Senior Quinn is he? I don’t even know him. Besides, this isn’t a person. It’s just a phantom. Third Great-aunt, you’re the grand elder of Yorkshire Palace anyway. Is he worthy of you to kneel before him?” Upon hearing it, Melanie paled and immediately scolded, “Shut up!” Meanwhile, the old man’s phantom said slowly, “Time is infinite, and life is limited. Indeed, an old man like me should have died long ago.” However, he changed the topic suddenly. “But, not just anyone could barge into my residence even if I’m a dying man.” The old man’s phantom suddenly stretched his hand and grabbed Winona’s neck. It was just a phantom.

The second was barely visible as his figure seemed to conceal it. “20,000 Herschel, I am not going above that” They seemed to be bargaining about something. “30” Another voice responded. “50” the tall man insisted, throwing his hands triumphantly into the air. I looked away from them, wondering why it was taking Alfred so long. My patience was growing thinner but the fact that it felt like I was being watched didn't help. I looked around me and at the exact spot the tall man stood was the second person who I wasn't able to see earlier, a small figure, a female.

Thousands of names scrolled beneath her feet, the black ink bleeding through the white fabric of her train. "Don't look at them," a voice boomed from the rafters. Dante stood at the altar. But he wasn't the man from the safe house. He was ten feet tall, a silhouette carved out of the midnight sky. Wings made of thick, oily smoke billowed from his shoulder blades, blotting out the stained glass windows. "Dante? What is this? Make it stop!"

"Ha ha... it is unexpected that after so many years, I am still able to see someone come here..." The voice slowly spread out, with a touch of excitement in it. Then, a strange light spread out from the mountain peak. The light was like flowing water, flowing quickly, and then a phantom was emitted from gather. This phantom was faintly discernible, but one could vaguely see the other's appearance. It was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a handsome face and a pure smile, which made people have a good impression of him in an instant. The other party appeared in the form of a pure soul body, and from this vague posture, it seemed that this person's spirit energy was almost exhausted.