C17 Why Should I be Afraid of Death

Xiaoqin heaved a huge sigh of relief and placed his hand on the door latch.

What was there to be afraid of? At most, he would just die. In any case, his life had already been stolen, so what was there to fear?

"Xiaoqin, it's so noisy, what are you doing?" Suddenly, the blurry voice of Guqingrong came from behind. It sounded like he had just woken up