"Am… am I going to die?"
Sun Mo exerted force to flip over and lie on the icy-cold floor as he looked at the ceiling. He didn't call for help because it was meaningless.
At this moment, Sun Mo's mind was surprisingly calm.
"Hehe, I thought that I'd feel scared!"
Sun Mo laughed as he felt a little proud that he wasn't afraid of death!
(Hm, this isn't right!)
Sun Mo only lay down for a few seconds before he struggled to get back up, grabbing onto the table. He then picked up the goose feather brush and continued to document what he was feeling at the moment.
Some people's death was insignificant, but some people's death carried a lot of weight!
Although Sun Mo didn't crave to become an important character, he wished for his death to have a bit more value.
At least, he mustn't suffer a loss!