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The piercing cry startled Seventh Uncle, who was no spring chicken.

Qiaoqiao also froze for a moment before suddenly dropping the pumpkin vines and running straight towards the mountain, following the back-yard ditch.

Though Seventh Uncle was old, his legs were quick. Clutching his mobile phone, he scampered after her.

When they rounded the bend of the winding path, pushing through bushes and small trees to climb the slope, they found a young girl sitting on the ground by the pigsty, pale-faced and with visible tear stains.

Next to her, holding a reflector in one hand and a mobile phone tripod in the other, was none other than cousin Wu Lei.

Not far off, a large hunting dog stood its ground, its body lowered and eyes ferocious as it growled at Zhu Li, baring its sharp teeth menacingly.

"Aiyo," Seventh Uncle thought, "It's the first time I've seen Da Wang act so fierce!"

"Da Wang!"