This Is Bad—Am I Going to Die?

I got up, turned on the light, opened the door, went downstairs to the kitchen, took a cup, poured myself some water, and drank it slowly. On my way into the kitchen, I passed through the living room. The wireless signal light in there gave off a certain amount of light, but I was too thirsty to notice anything unusual.

After drinking, I passed through the living room on my way back to my bedroom and saw several dark figures on the sofa. Before I could react, someone twisted my hands behind my back and restrained me, while another hand covered my mouth. My heart instantly turned cold, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Had I run into intruders? Were they here to rob me or kill me? It couldn't be that they had broken into someone else's home in the middle of the night just to attack the homeowner for fun, right? Even at a time like this, I had the presence of mind to think that this robber was pretty considerate—while covering my mouth, he had even made sure to leave my nose uncovered so I wouldn't suffocate.

I forced myself to calm down. Not that I had any other choice. Panicking would only get me hurt or killed faster. After taking several deep breaths, I saw three dark figures sitting on the living room sofa. I'm done for. There were three people on the sofa, one of whom looked pretty strong, and there was another person behind me. With one hand, he had restrained both of mine, and he had subdued me so quickly. This guy had definitely trained before. The thought made my vision go dark. Then the living room lights came on, and my heart completely sank. Five people. I couldn't beat even one of you, and you brought five? Wasn't that a little excessive?

Then the person behind me spoke.

Blind Man: Don't scream. Stay quiet, and I'll let you go. If you can do that, blink. If not, shake your head.

I immediately blinked. The hands restraining me loosened, and I took two breaths before looking around. Sure enough, there were five people: three on the sofa, one by the light switch near the door, and one behind me. Honestly, they probably weren't robbers. If they were, there would have been no need to let me go. Knocking me out or tying me up would have been easier. Besides, what kind of robber looked this good? Every one of them looked like a male model.

The one by the door wore a hooded sweatshirt. His facial features were sharply defined yet smooth, his eyes cold and distant, his sockets deep-set, his nose high, and his lips neither too thin nor too full. He looked hard to approach.

The one behind me wore sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes. His features were on the harder side, with a high nose and thin lips curled in a wicked smile. Dressed all in black, he didn't look like a good person.

The one on the left side of the sofa wore a red jacket. He had round, puppy-like eyes, and his features were comparatively softer, though still clear and well-defined. He didn't seem like a bad person at all. Instead, he looked like a gentle, refined senior at school, with a touch of innocence.

The one in the middle was extremely handsome—not pretty, but strikingly gorgeous. His brows and facial contours were heroic, and his gaze was calm and steady. He had the air of someone certain of victory, though there was also a hint of murderousness about him, mostly softened by his pink shirt and white windbreaker.

The one on the right looked the most threatening. He was broad enough to fill a single sofa all by himself, but it was obvious that he was muscular, not fat. His facial contours weren't very clear, but his features were well-proportioned. There was a hint of menace between his brows, yet when he smiled, it was forcibly suppressed, leaving him looking somewhat kind instead.

Then the gentle-looking one asked in a soothing tone.

Wu Xie: Where is this? Who are you?

Nannan: I-I'm Nan Li. This is my home. Who are you?

After exchanging glances, they introduced themselves.

Wu Xie: My name is Wu Xie. This one on my right is Xie Yuchen, and the one farther to the right is Fatty Wang. The one by the door is Zhang Qiling, and the one behind me is Blind Man.

To be honest, I didn't believe them. The Grave Robbers' Chronicles had started serialization when I was little. I hadn't read it back then, but its popularity had grown over the years, and in the past two years I had read plenty of fanfiction, watched the dramas and animation, and so on. What's more, I was still holding a phone with a case patterned after The Grave Robbers' Chronicles. Did they think I was stupid? But I couldn't say that out loud, or wouldn't I be dead?

Feeling both speechless and intimidated, I asked,

Nannan: So, what exactly are you all planning to do at my house?

Wu Xie could tell that I didn't believe him. If Wu Xie could see it, then shrewd people like Xie Yuchen and the others certainly could as well. But they had already searched the house. There was only one person living here, with no traces of a second person's life. Stranger still, the doors and windows leading outside wouldn't open. Just now, they had been discussing what was going on and why they had inexplicably ended up in this house,