He Qiong knew that Su Wanwan was adopted by a Taoist priest after she turned one year old, but the Taoist priest had passed away half a month ago.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.,The white fleece was already stained red, filled with an eerie sense of horror.。