Jasmine Yale's hands and feet were trembling. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the bullet that she knew was coming.
Five gunshots. Jasmine Yale could hear them clearly.
Just as she was waiting for the bullet to tear through her heart, the gunshots stopped.
Those men, it seemed that none of them had escaped, no footstep sounds could be heard.
Even, there was no sound of breathing?
Are they all dead?
Jasmine Yale was terrified and bewildered.
She had walked through the Gate of Ghosts many times in these past few months.
She was no stranger to the sound of gunshots.
Jasmine Yale, her hands braced against the ground, her body limp, couldn't stand up.
She had no strength left, even breathing seemed to have stopped. Her heart was filled with endless fear.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, very heavy.
When the wind blew, it scattered everywhere.
The bullet that she was waiting for, never fired.
So, she wasn't going to die, was she?
