"This girl was bought by me three years ago. Later, Zhang Daoist from the same village said it was fate, and I happened to be pregnant, so I gave that dead girl to him.",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.。