Humming an unknown tune, Jiang Dalong clutched a cigarette in his mouth.
He had only walked a mere thirty-forty meters when he stopped in his tracks and looked back.
Below the arch bridge, his 250cc motorcycle still stood in its original position, but his cousin Chen Hai, who had just parted from him, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did this kid run off to?"
"Could he have gone up to the mountain nearby?"
Jiang Dalong murmured as he glanced around.
The stretch of road he was on was carved between two small hills.
In truth, the road was situated halfway up the mountain.
Further ahead, the fish ponds and farmland beneath the roadside ledges truly belonged at the base of the hills.
From where he had parked his motorcycle, by following the foundation of the arch bridge that spanned across the road, someone slightly agile could actually have climbed to the top of the hill!
