If there were a native of this Minor Plane here, they would definitely understand their language.
"Be careful!"
"The blood is fresh, it's a living person, not a zombie."
"Don't shoot!"
The simple conversation revealed that they were not mindless survivors; they were smart and compassionate, wanting to save others. It seems Qin Yu's luck was pretty good.
"Miss?" One of them whispered, taking a step forward to lift the curtain. Just before the curtain was about to open, the hand holding it tightened, tearing the white cloth curtain down with a rustle. The soft, boneless, snow-white skin of the woman in the bathtub was already turning over as she wrapped herself in the white cloth, spinning around as the curtain and cloth wrapped around her naked body. At the same time, the small knife used to slit her wrists directly cut across this person's throat.
The same knife for cutting her wrist was now cutting their throats!